"You're not as nice as my Daddy"
Last night was one of the famous Private Playground parties. Zach, the sweet boy whom I had the pleasure of sodomizing at the bath house a few weeks ago, showed up, and spent the evening boying for me. That's a word, right? To be someone's boy? Anyway - he was my boy. He followed me around (well, he kind of had to - I led him around by his balls); he sucked my cock; he let me mark his beautiful pale flesh with handprints and bite marks. He let me put the smell of my musk all over his face, so that any other guy he kissed would taste me on his lips. And he let me practice making angel wings. I'm getting the hang of it - I'm hoping that I'll get a chance to have the filmmaker who runs the parties to get some video of it one of these days. He colors up so pretty, and he takes the pain so beautifully. This picture isn't fresh - the play space isn't brightly lit, so we walked into a different room, and we didn't get there while the marks were still livid,