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Posted:Apr 16, 2024 11:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 6 Views
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Although I can’t say precisely when I discovered I liked having my ass eaten, I know that I have thoroughly enjoyed having it done to me by many men and women over the years. Each instance was magnificent, but of course some were better than others, and there were even a few that were memorable enough that I can still vividly recall them today. I’ve been with people who were gentle and passionate, but also enjoyed those who basically wanted to tongue fuck and devour my asshole. It’s been a wild and wonderful ride, and I’m happy to say I am healthy enough, and have a sexy ass, so I’m still getting it eaten these days.
A man I recently met expressed interest in tonguing my butthole, and the first time we met he did what I’d call a fair job of it. Nothing particularly impressive, but it felt good. I’d had a few concerns about my cleanliness because it had been a couple days since I showered, but he told me everything was to his liking, so I relaxed and had a good time. The oral sex he provided with the ass eating was pretty damn impressive, so the very next day, when he invited me over again, I accepted. I still hadn’t showered, but I did my best to freshen up with baby wipes and let it go at that. If he had a problem, I was certain he’d voice it, but I was also aware there are plenty of men out there who prefer a guy be “musky” so I just went with it.
The oral sex started off as good as it had the first time, and I found myself close to orgasm quicker than anticipated. To stave off the impending explosion I interrupted him to get on my hands and knees, and offer my ass to him. He dove in with a fever and intensity that, quite frankly, surprised me at first. He’d not shown the same kind of enthusiasm the day before, but I was aware that some guys are kind of ashamed of their desire to stick their tongue into an anus. Perhaps he’d decided I was okay with it, and was letting go? All I can say is that it was, by far, the best I have ever experienced.
I’m attaching a pic that I took during the fun. Although he’d invited me over for a blow and go, the time he spent eating my ass was substantial. His hunger and intensity were unrivaled, and even if he didn’t get his tongue very far up in me, he did use it in ways that others never have before. I remained on my hands and knees, and leaned over all the way until my head touched the bed. t was in this position that he eventually slid my cock back into his mouth, and slowly brought me to orgasm while running his finger along my anus. I made it clear to him that I did not want anything inside me but his tongue, and he complied, though I’m certain he wanted to do more.
As far as I can tell this man is gay, single, submissive and eager to see me on a regular basis. This is the story with many men, of course, but the one positive about him is where he lives. Distance to see friends, run errands and enjoy the occasional hookup is a big issue right now. He lives close so I am going to be seeing him as frequently as I can, and let the others who want to see me bad enough make it worth my efforts to travel to them. Fuel is not free, and in fact gets more expensive every week, so I have to be smart about how far I go until I get a job. So the guy who is closest, who eats my ass like he is starving, wins the prize of my presence.
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working at a deficit
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Posted:Apr 15, 2024 11:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 11:53 am 43 Views
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Another week, another sinking feeling of doom and failure. I know I’ve been writing about the “good times” recently, but the harsh reality of my situation has gone without mention. I am still jobless, homeless, living in a van and wondering when the pendulum is going to swing the other direction? The fact that my laptop decided to die on me recently means I am finally and fully working at a deficit. Up until a few days ago I would have said I still had a few dollars to my name, but now if that’s the case it is very temporary, because I borrowed money from someone to pay for the repairs. I am another step closer to being royally fucked.
At the end of last week, I found a nearby staffing agency and went through their application process, which included a drug screen. They know I smoke marijuana, and apparently work with companies who don’t care about that, so my hopes are high(er). I acquired steel-toed shoes because I figure I’ll wind up in some warehouse / general labor kind of situation where personal protective gear is required. As long as they don’t ask me to work in a freezer (I am too damn skinny for that) or handle dead animals (processing chicken, beef, pork, fish) I’ll at least try it long enough to pay back the loan. There’s no denying I could use a cash injection for various reasons, so I’m eager to get some steady work.
There was an ex massage that I spent some time with, but no pay was involved. He picked me up, bought us coffee, drove me to his place, washed my clothing, allowed me to take a shower, smoked copious amounts of marijuana with me, shared some great conversation, and gave me one hell of a magnificent sexual release! Then he drove me back to my van, so yeah; I didn’t have the audacity to ask to be compensated for my time haha. He was an incredible host and I am grateful for the time we spent together.
I have nothing left of value to sell except my drum set, which I am clinging to for mostly sentimental reasons. Beyond that, I can’t seem to hustle enough money on the side, by myself, so I’m caving in and getting in line for the jobs I have done all I could to avoid. Nothing is permanent, and I can keep reminding myself of that until I have that loan paid, and a few extra dollars in my hand. Right now I am at a pretty big deficit and I need to find/dig/work my way out of it as soon as possible.
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the big "ass" you make
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Posted:Apr 14, 2024 12:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 90 Views
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It’s natural to draw conclusions and make assumptions about things, even if we don’t have all the facts and information necessary to be smart about it. Some feel they can intuit, others are certain they “know the truth” because they are just plain smarter than others, but ultimately we’re all guilty of these mistakes. I can’t count the number of times I’ve jumped to a conclusion, only to find out I was completely wrong. It was embarrassing, and you’d think I’d learn from those kind of errors, but for some reason I keep falling back into the habit. It is for this reason that I do not blame others when they are guilty of making assumptions about me, or jumping to conclusions. I completely understand how it could happen, even when we don’t want it to.
Many, many people have admitted to me that they assumed I would only be attracted to, and aroused by, a person with a body style similar to mine. To put it bluntly (and not at all politically correct): chubby and fat people have assumed I’d only found other skinny people like myself attractive. That’s not entirely accurate; I find lack of inhibition much more alluring than a perfect ass, and my cock is likely to get consistently hard when presented with an open, uninhibited person versus a perfectly proportioned body. This is especially true with men; I’m much more into a guy with a gut, who is eager to be a good sex partner, than one with 6 / six pack abs that is relying on his visual appeal to satisfy. It’s definitely more complicated than that, but you get the idea.
When I take breaks from sex I don’t necessarily abstain from activities that might still arouse me. Often I will decide to go without stimulation for a few days, but will still log on to the gay hookup site I belong to, just to see what’s going on. I look at photographs, check my messages, and keep track of a few pseudo friends that I can only find there. People that know me from the site, and see me there, assume I am looking for fun, and that makes total sense when all you have is a view from the outside. Just because I am logged in doesn’t mean I am “looking” but I don’t blame guys who jump to that conclusion. If it bothers them, that’s too fucking bad, because I belong to no one.
Labeling myself “mostly straight” or “heteroflexible” automatically places certain assumptions in the minds of most people, and once again, I can’t say I blame them. Labels are useful, but for someone like myself they are not permanent, or all-encompassing. On any given day, at any given moment, for any number of reasons, I might act, think or feel differently than I normally do. This is how I used to believe all people were, but I realize the rarity in it more each day. So many men and women are set in their ways, and frightened to step outside comfort zones, but when it comes to the realm of sex I am not. Assuming I won’t flirt or get intimate with another man makes sense, but it is incorrect. Buy me a drink, make me feel comfortable, and you might be surprised at what I get up to. Better to keep your mind open to the possibilities instead of jumping to those conclusions so quickly.
Nothing is certain, and you really shouldn't make an ass out of yourself by jumping to conclusions without the facts. That being said, believe and think what you like. The truth is equal parts much more fascinating, and completely innocent and uninteresting.
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strip searched
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Posted:Apr 13, 2024 11:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 154 Views
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A guy I met on the gay hookup site I belong to was very eager to have me over to his home. Not only did he offer to let me take a shower, he was willing to suck my cock to completion when I was finished, and also mentioned being of a generous nature. That meant he was offering me money to get naked and have fun with him, which I am definitely not above doing, especially at this time in my life. Being homeless, and jobless, I’m lucky I’m not the one sucking the dick…
I was a complete stranger to this guy though, and he was understandably a bit worried about inviting someone into his house that he didn’t know. Doing my best to ease his mind, I agreed to not only let him search my bag when I came over, but said I was willing to undress right inside the door. He agreed, and even offered to toss my dirty clothes in the laundry while I showered. They’d go in the dryer while he was sucking my cock. How could I refuse?
When I arrived, things went smoothly. I relinquished my bag and he noted the hygiene products I’d brought with me, then watched as I took off my clothes. Standing naked, just inside his front door, I was reminded of a time that I did something similar to slaves that were joining my girlfriend and I at our home in Woodburn, Oregon. They were stripped, their belongings were searched, and then they were given instructions on what to do for the rest of the intake process. I wasn’t bending over and coughing so this guy could see if I had anything jammed up my butt, but there was still enough of a similarity for me to speak of the experience with him. I told him about checking in one slave who’d brought meth with him, and had every intention of using it while in our service. Ah memories!
My friends and ex massage have offered me the use of their shower, and even their mouths, but this was the first to strip search me before anything else began. Yes, being homeless, living in a van, and trying to find a place to shower can indeed be an unexpected adventure!
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bonus cock
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Posted:Apr 12, 2024 10:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 220 Views
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An ex massage who invited me to his home to shower (and also gave me a small financial boost at the time) contacted me and asked if I was available to meet him for some fun. He did not want a massage, he just wanted to suck my cock, and I was willing enough to have that done to me haha. We picked a time, and agreed to meet in front of the porn shop.
It was early afternoon, which is a time you wouldn’t normally expect the video arcade in an adult shop to be busy, but when we walked in there were probably half a dozen men loitering in the darkness of the hallways. My friend and I made our way to the back of the arcade and.I chose a booth that had a glory hole in it. Sliding a few dollars into the video machine, our closet-sized room became awash in light and sound. While I fiddled with the controls to try and find a quieter movie, my guest began to undo my pants. Soon enough I was naked from the waist down with my cock buried in his throat.
Despite the fact that the video screen was flashing all sorts of highly arousing images at me, I kept my eyes mostly on the hole in the wall, and sure enough a strange cock finally appeared there. It took a moment to direct my friends attention to it - he was so immersed in sucking on mine. When I did finally get his head turned toward it, he leaned down and opened his mouth to take the length immediately. I stood and gave him verbal praise at first, then leaned down and half held, half caressed the back of his head while he swallowed the anonymous dick. I’m not certain, but I think he did it long enough (and good enough) that the man dumped a load in his mouth. All I know for sure is that at some point the cock retreated from the hole, and my friend immediately went back to servicing mine.
My orgasm was quite intense, with every drop being swallowed greedily. Both of us left the booth and the store together, smiling about the good time we’d had. It’s rare to have that many guys in the arcade at that time of day, so we just counted ourselves lucky there was a bonus cock to play with.
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tits up
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Posted:Apr 11, 2024 10:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 272 Views
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My laptop decided to betray me, and went tits up a week ago. I am just now getting it back. All of my data was lost, and figuring out the codes and passwords for everything is going to be hell, but I’ll get it done.
If I’d had the laptop this last week I’d have written plenty, and now that I have it back stay tuned, because there’s going to be a lot to read in the next few days…
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hard habit to break
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Posted:Apr 2, 2024 1:04 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 734 Views
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Despite efforts to focus my sexual interest and energy on females, I have had a tough time breaking the habit of cruising the gay hookup site I belong to. It’s not that I’m experiencing a spate of horniness or anything like that, it’s just become such a regular part of my life and daily routine that I’m logging on even when I’m not necessarily interested in doing so. I mean sure, it’s gratifying to receive messages and the resulting dopamine spikes, but I’m not actually getting much more out of it than that. There is some entertainment value, and I genuinely worry that I’ll miss the opportunity to meet someone truly unique if I quit the site, but more than anything else it is just a habit. And much like other habits (smoking, for instance) breaking myself of the ritual is a big part of the struggle. I have to replace the act of logging in and scrolling around with something healthy and beneficial. Or, at the very least, profitable.
There are only so many hours in the day that I can look for a job, promote my adult content, and so on. Eventually I am all caught up in every possible way, have seen every new ad for employment, spent every productive moment I could on the computer and internet. I’ve made being responsible in general, and finding a job, my job. And I am working 7 / seven days a week, a minimum of 8 / eight hours a day. That includes filming, editing and releasing new content, doing blog posts like this, keeping the van clean, maintaining my hygiene, etc. There’s not a lot of time spent in the day relaxing, except when I am watching a movie, or goofing off on the gay hookup site, so replacing that with something at least mildly entertaining is important. I wonder what it will be?
Once the weather officially clears up enough that I’m not regularly experiencing vast temperature and moisture fluctuations, I’ll drag my guitar out of storage and start playing it again. Beyond that, I really have no idea what’s next…
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tell him I think he's cute
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Posted:Apr 1, 2024 4:21 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 796 Views
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While perusing the gay hookup site I belong to I’ve come across some truly talented men, who went the extra mile to satisfy, or possessed an ability that was worth bragging about. You know; the deep throat with no gag reflex, the ass that can take and extended pounding, that sort of thing. Some of them I’ve actually spent time with, and as a result would call myself their biggest fan and advocate. If they needed a reference, I would happily give it, because they were just THAT good.
There’s one fellow in particular that lives very close to me, who has a talented ass that I would like to fuck on a regular basis, if I could. We’ve only met twice, but both times were divine, and as a result I’ve shared his profile with more than a few men on the site who say they are looking for a bottom / someone to fuck. My only selfish goal is to be around and watch him get pounded on occasion, but for the most part I’m just trying to be a good person. I don’t hope he’ll send anyone my way, I just want to help him find what he’s looking for.
Today I sent a link to his profile to a guy with a large cock, who lives pretty close to us. He seemed very interested, and I was happy to think of them hooking up later as a result of my efforts. My interest ended there though. I wasn’t going to play go-between, or even follow up with either of them to ask if they were communicating. I’d done my part by (sort of) introducing them and that was it. You can imagine then, what kind of reaction I had when the guy with the big dick asked me to message the guy with the talented ass and ask him if he was interested? Had I suddenly been transported to grade school? Was this man in his mid 30’s / thirties really asking me to talk to someone else for him?
I told the guy to do it himself, and his reply was that he normally didn’t contact people first. I’m guessing that means he doesn’t accomplish much, but as I said before, I simply didn’t care. His fear of being rejected by reaching out first was not my problem, and I let him know that. If he can’t grow a pair, maybe he should wait to have sex until his balls have dropped and he becomes a man…
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pronouns aside, it was good
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Posted:Mar 31, 2024 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 852 Views
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No matter how I write this, my Asperger’s is going to make a mess of it, and I’ll wind up being massively offensive to someone more than once. Oh well, you’ve been (kind of) warned…
Just as soon as I wrote and posted a blog about my desires shifting towards females, I found one on the gay hookup site I belong to. Now that might be confusing, because I said I found a female on a site for gay men, but it will get more confusing than that, trust me. This was a trans woman (not my words) that hadn’t yet had top surgery, and still possessed a vagina. When we discussed hooking up, mouth and ass were offered to me, but the “front hole” (as it is often referred to) was not mentioned. The picture on the site showed a feminine face that I found attractive, so I decided to go for it.
When we met and got naked, I found myself standing next to a clearly feminine form that was (also clearly) trying to be made more masculine. The wide, -bearing hips were there, and no top surgery had been done yet, but then there was also the requisite body hair on the legs, face, etc. When I asked if the front hole was available I was informed that it was not, due to surgery. It had literally been sewn (mostly) shut. I was left with a clearly feminine, yet slightly masculine person that wanted to be referred to by a male name, and had been watching sissy hypnosis videos before I arrived. I won’t say I was confused or anything like that, but I did find it fascinating.
The sex was really good. I thought I wouldn’t be able to last very long, but I did. When I first tried to penetrate the anus I caused a bit of pain, but once I slowed down and began taking my time I got everything stretched out, and eager for more. The fucking was slow and passionate, with both of us moaning in unison throughout. I asked for permission to cum inside, and it was given, leading to one hell of an intense orgasm. We chatted afterwards, as we both cleaned up a bit and put our clothes back on, and then I was out the door and moving on with my day. There was still no romance or cuddling, so the coupling was as empty as it usually is with men in that sense, but I did leave with a desire to repeat the performance. We exchange and I hope it’ll happen again soon.
You can maybe tell by the way I wrote this post that I avoided referring to the person I was with by him, her, they, or any of the other possibilities. I admit I never really asked which was correct to use, but if we meet again I will definitely figure that whole complicated issue out. Some trans people don’t care, and are fine calling a vagina a vagina, especially if their goal is to “get rid of” theirs. Others insist on certain pronouns, and specific verbiage, or else they get irrationally upset. I do my best to avoid the latter and enjoy the former while I am in their presence. I have zero issue being respectful when asked to do so, but the oversensitive attitude will never win me over, and being around someone that you’re constantly concerned you will offend is no fun. All that aside, this was an encounter with a person, first and foremost, and the categories we both fit into became incidental quite quickly. We were just 2 / two people fucking, and it was good.
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keep spreading that disease
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Posted:Mar 28, 2024 11:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 3:5 pm 885 Views
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While perusing the gay hookup site I belong to I came across an ad from a guy who boldly stated he had tested positive for an STI but was still trying to have sex with anyone willing. Now, I have to give him credit for being honest, because that is worth praising, and I’ll admit he mentioned the potential use of condoms as well. This wasn’t a totally irresponsible asshole, just partially.
The infection he had is called MGEN and it is basically Chlamydia. Yes, it is curable, but it is also one of those diseases that people can have, and not really know it for a long time. Symptoms take a while to manifest, and when they do it’s not immediately obvious the person has an STI. With that being said, it seems irresponsible to risk transmission at all. Condoms or not, can’t the guy just keep his dick in his pants for a while?
Another fellow bragged that he’d allowed over 40 / forty men to ejaculate into his anus. I don’t care how many HIV-fighting drugs you are taking, there are a host of other sexually transmitted diseases that being on PREP does not inoculate you from. Has he never heard of Herpes? It’s more likely he already has it, and is in between breakouts. To each their own, especially when it comes to their own bodies, but when the things they do could greatly effect a larger population that’s just irresponsible and dangerous.
My decision to kind of take a break from sexual encounters with men is probably coming at a good time. The weather will get warmer, guys will become even more careless, and before you know it there’ll be another thing like Monkeypox being referred to as a “gay” disease because some men have so little regard for themselves, and even less for others when it comes to the prevention of the spread of them. Honestly, I want no part of that.
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