Going Deeper (inside strange men)

So... I used to draw men. I was pretty decent, and I learned to work really quickly and with a fair degree of likeness. I have not kept in shape, although I may get back into drawing one of these days; it feels like drawing is one of the things that's likely to come back, that I lost to depression.  Some of the drawings were from photos in porno mags - I liked Playgirl best, because they had more full-body nudes with interesting poses instead of just look-at-my-dick and hot action closeups... although I certainly liked the hot action scenes too. This stud was from a Playgirl, and it's rendered in silverpoint - sterling wire stylus on a prepared ground. The dark line in the drawing is actual silver. The highlights are chalk. It was used a lot in the Renaissance, because the charcoal drawings usually used as studies were not as durable.  I think this is actually the same guy - I don't remember his name, but I remember that I was absolutely fixated on his posture, and his tous

This starts out as being about Lance, and then goes waaaaay afield into my family bullshit, and then swings back around to the porny part, I promise. If you're just here for the throat porn, skip to the bottom.  Also, Lance is not really a minor. That part's a joke. [ disclaimer - to the very best of my knowledge, all the guys involved in these situations - and make no mistake, these are real guys that I'm fucking with my personal penis - is legally of age, in his right mind, fully able to give informed ENTHUSIASTIC consent, and here of his own free will, including a consent conversation about right to publish this on my blog. If the guys are willing to communicate, I give them some creative veto power on how things are phrased or what video makes it in. I often don't even know their last names in real life, and I don't get waivers; these are guys doing it for fun, and in some cases I've told them about the blog first, or sent them a story or video link on Scruf

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I like having conversations in advance... considerable conversations. I'm a writer. I express myself well through words like that. I think that my educational perspective is fairly unique... I genuinely feel like it's awesome for guys to learn this stuff, and I know how to make it happen easier and better for both of us. I've been having a conversation with a literal horny sailor, and he's talking about wanting to explore more of his submissive side. If things go well, I may end up fucking him. Probably also beating his sweet-looking muscular ass. But I started chatting with him about a particular thing I particularly enjoy, and the conversation on his side dropped off. This can mean that someone has just gotten busy or lost signal - but it can also mean they've freaked out and stopped responding, because honestly, I know I can be a lot when I'm texting. So after he stopped replying, I kept going - and I'll post this here. Maybe there will be a hot follow-up