Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

I meet him in the maze. He's leaned up against the wall; he's tall, young, cute, pale skin and medium-dark hair. I rub his chest - one of my favorite opening salvos, because it allows for a variety of responses, and it's a fairly low-stress way to check a guy's interest - and he responds by leaning toward me and groping my dick. We kiss. I reach around and grab his ass cheek; he turns a little, presenting his ass to me, and I start to massage the cleft and rub his hole.  I murmur into his ear that it's a sweet little hairy hole he's got; he tells me it's for Daddy to breed. I know we're going to get along just fine. His hole on the outside feels clean and dry; he's had a shower, at least, since he's been fucked last - maybe I'm even lucky enough to be first for the night. I like being first.  We make out there in the little passageway - it reminds me of ZORK, "a maze of twisty little passages, all alike" - he turns again...

There's an outreach clinic that does free HIV testing at the baths.  They have a guy set up in one of the dressing rooms... and on the night that I go, the usual guy that does it is really, really cute. Like stupid cute. He barely comes up to my chin, with these sparkly bright blue eyes, a bit of a golden scruffy beard, and these little dimples when he smiles. And he smiles at me a LOT, looking up under long curly bangs that hang over his eyes - a little shy, a little impish... a smile that makes Daddy very happy in the penis. He smiles at me, he looks down at my dick (I wear my towel over my shoulder, not around my waist) and he smiles back up at me. If he wasn't working doing missionary work on behalf of the horny gay Universe, advocating for safer sex in an unsafe-sex place, it would be a blatant invitation. It always seems to me a little unfair, almost like having a sexy shirtless shot guy handing out free shots at a bar...  but you find out when you take one, that it'...

 This happened a while back, but I didn't get around to writing about it at the time.  When you go to the baths on the same weeknight, you run into other guys who go on the same night. It makes sense; the night that's easy and available for me to go in my weekly schedule, is also easy and available for them. My husband is part of a local team thing (well, he was; he quit because the leadership was doing some shady shit), and he knows what I'm up to but he's doing his own thing and doesn't stress about where I am. That, and I'm not going to see his teammates there. I don't go every week, but probably two or three times a month or so, and for a lot of guys it's the same - so there are often familiar faces, attached to familiar bodies and familiar cocks and familiar willing warm holes. You see guys you know.  There's a guy I've played with a couple of times; he showed up here a while back as Can't Take Dick . I sodomized his uppercunt until he m...

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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