Saturday, July 15, 2017

My Puppy Cockpit

March 22nd, 2017

It’s way past time that I dedicate an entry entirely to my best friend and beloved puppy, Cockpit!

We met in the Spring of 2011 at a bar in Long Beach called Pistons, during an event called SoCa Bondage. I was mingling with the crowd and we came together, after some conversation I offered him my body to practice his bondage skills on. He restrained my arms above my head with padded leather cuffs, tied my legs to a post, blindfolded me with a black bandanna and then covered my mouth with black bondage tape.

He was so sensual, so sexy, and just absolutely wonderful. His kisses on my taped lips made me thirst for him. He teased, toyed, and tortured my bare chest, and I moaned, growled, and whimpered my gratitude as he had his way with me. My desire came true at the end of our play when he removed my tape and bindings, then held me close and kissed me. It was pure bliss. We traded information and made plans for a coffee date later on, which was also thoroughly enjoyable, so much so that we agreed upon another meet, and this one was sealed into my most treasured memories.

He texted me specific instructions on what to wear, where to meet him, and what to do. He also sent a picture of himself in full desert BDUs, all of which made my heart race at double time! I was to come to his garage door which was marked with a piece of black bondage tape, and enter, but never look him in the eyes. I remember being so excited and nervous, standing in front of that big white door, lifting it, seeing his boots and immediately gluing my eyes to the ground shutting the door. In moments his breath was at my neck, his voice at my ear telling me that there was no back once we started. The memory still gives me chills and a throbbing hard on even today!

He was so strong! So demanding! I wanted to leave my life behind and become his plaything! I was terrified he could rip me apart at any moment, but certain he wouldn’t do so much as even break my skin or draw blood. He bound me in the darkness, blindfolded, and gagged me! Made me into his boy toy! I worshiped him! He later brought me into his home, and ordered me to fold my clothes neatly and come inside his living room. I never paid so much detailed attention to my laundry before in my life. He later informed me I was subject to inspection, more nervous fear washed over me, oh the things he did to me! He kept my pulse racing even as he stroked my throbbing dick and ordered me not to cum, then kissed me deeply and further pushed my erotic torture! I remember when he ordered me to shower after our play was done I left the bathroom door open and didn’t even touch his soap, terrified of using anything of his without permission!

I came out and kept my eyes on the floor, he invited me over to the couch in a gentle voice and when I was in his arms, that warm loving embrace was so comforting like a lit fireplace on the night of a cold storm. He told me I could look up. I did so, cautiously, I was so surprised because it was like seeing a completely different person! Where did the strict military man go? Where were you hiding this whole time?

Before I left he gifted me two treasures, the first was the collar he had used on me that evening. A simple hard leather collar with a metal ring at the throat, which I will cherish forever. The other was a pair of his military-issued boxer shorts which he wore while he served in Afghanistan. My eyes are welling up with tears as I recall my feelings of deep gratitude.

One day, months later after we had become fast friends, he had me over following one of his trips to San Francisco, and he asked me in all seriousness if I’d be interested in being his Handler. I excitedly said I’d love to be! Followed by asking what a Handler actually was! I was only too pleased to be a close friend to him, and the details didn’t matter to me as long as this made him happy. He then educated me on what Puppy Play was, what Handlers did, and I was even more thrilled to agree to the role.

I also fondly remember him inviting me over to join in a photoshoot he prepared at his apartment with a photographer buddy of his. He wanted a set of pictures of the two of us as Pup and Handler, with him in various submissive poses, including one of my boots on top of him. He later admitted to just how hard it got him to be under my booted feet and I couldn’t stop grinning! Later on he would invite me along to my very first puppy dinner in San Francisco and my first experience being his handler. It was held at Don Ramone’s, a two story Mexican restaurant that the SF K-9 Unit had reserved the 2nd floor private dining area for. The handlers ordered for the pups and when the food came we cut it up into bite-sized pieces and spooned it into their doggy bowls. The staff loved this so much, they would even wash your dog bowl for you if you asked nicely! I remember being so nervous about being seen as the “greenhorn” handler that I was very careful and observant about everything. Then I had to use the bathroom, and when I returned I found Cockpit was face deep in my plate on the table! I was so shocked I could only sputter out “Excuse you?” to which he turned to look at me in his pup hood with this nonchalant “Oh, you’re back.” look before he just went back to all fours on the floor.

To my chagrin, one of the veteran members of the group, Wolf, said “You gotta watch your plate around these pups if you’re gonna be a handler.” successfully stabbing my ego with the exact instance I had been trying to avoid all night!

Cockpit also was the one to take me to my very first IML, the evening before our flight we stayed in a hotel next door to the airport. Before we turned in for the night we took a shower together and it will always be one of my most cherished experiences. It was hot, steamy, romantic and incredibly intimate. He was behind me, his wet body pressing up against mine, his arms around me, the lights turned themselves off being on a motion sensor and only the blue glow of the outside lights coming in through the frosted glass window lit the room. He slowly guided his thick, throbbing manhood into my hole...and he gently entered me. He was inside of me, my best friend and I held close in the steamy air under the cascading warm waters as one beautiful whole of an expression of love and compassion. It was one of the most beloved and incredible, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I don’t wish to go back and re-live that moment, to go back to that night. I pray he knows just how wonderful that felt and how much it meant to me.

The morning after we flew first class to IML, my first time in such nice accommodations! When we landed and headed down to claim our bags, I spotted a driver holding a sign with my name on it. I said “Oh, cool that guy has the same name as…” but I trailed off as I looked at Cockpit, he simply smiled and nodded, he had ordered us a personalized ride to the host hotel for our first IML together! I was over the moon with how much he was spoiling me! I hugged and kissed him, giddy as all hell!

One evening during the event, we were both in full gear, myself in my leather and Cockpit in full puppy, outside the hotel at 3:00am. Cockpit was playing with a puppy friend, pup Apollo, batting around an empty water bottle back and forth. Then Cockpit pounced on it, flattening it completely. He took one last look at it, then looked elsewhere ignoring the bottle completely, so I picked it up and asked “Are you all done? Are you bored with your bottle?” to which he waved a leather-mitted paw very dismissively to me with a sigh of “Arf.” I froze, stunned, and he quickly looked to see my reaction and I could see a giddy mischievous gleam in his eyes, later on he would tell me the look on my face was priceless and that “Did I just get summarily dismissed by my puppy?!” explained it pretty well. Cockpit has since taken me on many trips, San Francisco for Folsom, Dore Alley, various SF K-9 Unit events, Chicago for IML a few times, and he even went all out and made a huge Christmas in Hawaii trip for myself and several others. He’s incredibly attractive on so many angles. His intelligence is off the charts, book smart, social smarts, street smart, it’s intimidating at times of just how intelligent he really is overall. An example of how I find this sexy is that at our first IML together the first thing we did when we got to the room was start a discussion on String Theory, and I have to say it was one of the sexiest talks I had all weekend! A strong mind is a huge turn on for me.

Then there’s his personality, witty, sarcastic, and a huge goofball who has a poker face that could make any master of the cards fold within minutes. I’m never not smiling around him. Physically, he has that handsome geek look about him, fine-tuned, neat-n-tidy, warm, finished off with his military cut silver hair paired with his arctic ice blue eyes that could pierce stone with a sewing needle or melt the ever frost. It all makes me want to drop to my knees in a collapse of admiration and a famished heart.

He’s an A-Type, OCD clean freak, minimalist that makes me strive to be just as organized as him on a bad day! He’d pass the white glove test so well they’d need to use an entirely new grade of white just for him! Whenever I kiss him it’s never long enough, whenever I hold him it’s never close enough, whenever we laugh I’m always greedy for more. My heart craves for him like an addict, I must have all of him.

I fantasize over him, I have one particular fantasy which involves a warm cabin in the snowy mountains, him dressed to the nines in a full RCMP uniform, and a huge warm bed with candlelight.

Cockpit has earned his place in my heart through his acts of generosity, his patience, and his endless understanding. I feel at times he understands me more than I do myself. When I come to him with an idea, excited and jubilant, he gently reveals it can be more than just an idea, and gives me clues as to how I can build it and make it real. He’s not like so many others, who give me doubt and hesitation as a first response. He truly is a fan to my fire!

Whenever I turn to repay his kindnesses, he simply smiles, turns me back around, and pushes me forward, telling me to give it to someone else in front of me. He’s given not only myself so much, but he’s given many, many, many other souls happiness. Even if he denies it politely, remains modest, and claims he isn’t as amazing as I sing his praises to be, I know in my heart he is.

I love you, Cockpit. Thank you so much for everything you have given me! I can’t wait to have even more adventures with you! I would burn borders for you, and follow you to the depths of Tartarus just to drag you back to the surface.

Play Safe Dear Readers, and may you be blessed with many dear friends yourselves.

Slave Potential

December 18th, 2016

Wes, whom I met on Recon, and I talked for a month or so online before finally being able to plan a meeting after my move up to Washington. I told him to meet me in a nearby park this evening. I arrived early and was filled with eager excitement. The woods were extremely dark, and my chest tingled with the thrill of meeting a man in the shadows, much like the stories my older kinky friends would tell, there was that air of the forbidden and taboo about it all.

I was only there a few minutes, in full gear, leather Muir cap, jacket, gauntlet gloves, jeans, boots, before I noticed someone else had entered the park. He walked around, entered the woods, then came out towards me. He said nothing, and dropped to his belly and licked my boots before kneeling and greeting me as his Master. I held him close and looked down on him, my happy little slave on his knees. I kissed him deeply before we headed to his car.

We made our way to a bar in town, but stopped at a pet store beforehand first as a joke made by Wes, but I called his bluff and insisted it was a great idea. We did buy two collars, but sadly they were much too large, I just need a leather hole punch to modify them to being wearable.

At the bar we were greeted to a drag show night and a packed bar, so our initial plans of finding a secluded corner for some private talk and booze went on hold. We had a drink, enjoyed some of the show and both enjoyed looking over the hot country boys together before heading out.

On the way home I ordered him back to the park, we got out and headed to some dense shrubs, then ordered him down on his knees, and he proceeded to impress me with his oral skills. He sucked my cock with great gentleness and eagerness. I sat back and took in every bob of his head on my dick in the dark woods. It was forbidden bliss. He then drove me home afterward and we parted ways.

I went to bed thinking up new uses for my new eager slave! So much potential!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Geeks of a Feather

September 29th, 2016

The very handsome "B" picked me up from the house and drives me up to his place in Irvine. Along the way we immediately match wavelengths on topics like Tumblr, “Bob’s Burgers”, and other fun internet nonsense. When we arrive at his garage we didn’t hesitate to enjoy our first kisses. We headed up to his apartment which was such a refreshing surprise, as he is just as meticulously tidy as my puppy Cockpit, with the wonderful added bonus of having an eye for unique gamer style in his decor.

We headed in for a shower and I gave him the most romantic and loving cleansing experience, many hugs and holding each other under the warm waters, fragrant soaps and lather slicking up our bodies.

We dried ourselves and slipped into his bed to cuddle, warm embraces turned to him giving me a lovely backrub. I simply melt when a man has good hands and I was instantly a puddle in his paws. He worked his way downward and then his tongue began to caress my ass. I relaxed and welcomed him, and he made me feel absolutely incredible. Gasps and moans of ecstasy escaped my lips along with wide grins and breathy gratitude. He knew what he was doing and he loved it.

We settled back into cuddling and started talking about our favorite fetishes. He confided in me that one of his bondage fantasies included him being aggressively stripped naked, tied to a post, and being victim to a line of brutal orcs who use him as their slut toy until each one had brutally rammed and filled his hole with their cum. I told him I loved his fantasy, as well as bondage, slave servants, boot lickers, and cocksuckers. At this he went down on me and displayed his great skill at sucking dick!

He came back into my arms where I looked him in those beautiful eyes and said I’d be more than happy to figure out how to make his orc fantasy come true, and even go so far as to dress as one to really make the fantasy a reality. He was so elated that he went back down on my cock with three times the gusto as before! Once he was back up I gripped his dick and told him what I wanted to do to him. I wanted to go to the bar in full leather, with him on my leash in nothing but his boots, jockstrap, and harness. I’d tie him to the chain web and hang a sign on him reading “boy toy, free to play” then stand back and watch my friends play with him however they wished.

"B" began to moan and told me he was going to cum, I jerked him more and made him shoot a magnificent load! I smiled and let him bask in his afterglow as I cleaned up his beautiful body, I then lay with him until he told me he wished for me to cum too. I grinned wickedly, grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep aggressive make out, stroking my manhood furiously until I erupted with his tongue in my mouth, much to our mutual satisfaction. I wiped down and we dressed to go to dinner at a sushi bar. Our meal was delightful, discussing video games and Native American mythology, we then moved to have dessert at After Hours several stores over before heading back to my place so I could grab an overnight bag. Back at "B"’s, we hopped into bed, cuddled, and watched Lore videos before turning in for the night. In the middle of the night he got on top of me and rode my crotch until he shot his load again thanks to me jerking his sweet dick. He dismounted, wiped off, and went back to bed.

In the morning after a long sleepless night due to my sore neck, we woke up, cuddled, showered, and I stroked him off until he shot again bringing the score up to 3 consecutive orgasms in a single date. We cleaned up, dressed, and he drove me home.

"B", you’re so delicious, I can’t wait to make you my boy toy again very, very soon!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Voyeur to Consensual Abuse

September 24th, 2016

This afternoon James and I made a trip up to Master Mike’s house. Prior to setting out, James was packing some interesting gear, including a pair of bright orange prison uniforms, so I knew that today was going to be quite enjoyable!

When we arrived, Master Mike greeted us in his garage already geared up in his motorcop uniform, boots, paneled leather gauntlet gloves, leather jacket, and his patrol helmet! Quite the woof! He led us inside and we changed into the prison uniforms. I’d never worn one before, so it was quite the different feeling I received when I saw myself in the mirror. An excited anxiety of sorts, bashfulness perhaps. It was the exact opposite of who I was as a person, I wasn’t a criminal by any means, and I had a healthy fear of being on the wrong side of the law, so seeing myself in a prisoner’s garb, even in sexual roleplay, was a bit scary.

When ready, I went into the rec room where Master Mike was already harshly verbally abusing James, and the look on his face showed clear signs James was enjoying it. Then Master Mike turned his attention to me, his tone and demeanor flipped to a soft, warm, and loving tone. I found myself collared in a leather, multiple D-ring collar, and my subspace veil came down around me once it was buckled comfortably around my neck. Master then had us both lick and worship his beautiful black leather boots, all while stroking me with loving, soothing praise and slapping James with beratement.

Soon I was bound in cuffs, and Master loved on me gently before he put me in a leather gimp hood and roped me into blissful helpless bondage. He placed me comfortably upon a soft dog bed and allowed me to melt into my wonderful predicament. I was then a content and curious voyeur to his abuse of James. Master put a piss funnel gasmask on James’ face, bound him in handcuffs, and then poured beer down the funnel. It was a sight I’d wanted to see for years, how a funnel gag worked, as I’ve wanted to try it but was always nervous to ask. Master poured half the bottle down the funnel, James drank it obediently, sputtering at times and some drops would spray upward, then once it was finished Master emptied the remainder. It made me scoot closer to see, like a curious puppy I watched very intently so I didn’t miss a thing! I remember my heart beating faster, like the first time I ever saw piss play back during my trip to Las Vegas, it was that same intrigue and nervous desire to try something new!

Master Mike then turned his attention to me, smiling warmly. Eager to please him, I scooted closer and presented my crotch to him so he could use it as a boot rest. From this comfortable position I watched as he doused a paper towel with poppers and placed it in the gas mask’s air intake  soon James was blissfully looped out of his mind. All the while, I was receiving firm yet gentle pressure from underneath Master’s boot! He then began to make out with me, praising James as his faggot, and me as his sexy fox, more making out, and he took me into his arms until I nodded off.

James came out of his poppers haze and asked permission to control me as well. Permission granted. Master Mike put me on the floor, hooded me again, cuffed me, and put his boot on me. A short time afterward I asked if I could get closer to them, my wish granted I was placed on the futon and Master Mike ordered James to fetch the massage wand. Master Mike made out with me as James used the wand on my crotch, both of them attempted to stroke me to climax, I was so horny and just aching for release, but the damn wand was just too distracting for me to finish! Finally at long last the wand was removed, James stuck his gloved fingers in my mouth for me to worship as Master Mike stroked and pumped my manhood. I erupted in a massive load of cum from my exhausted member, to which James remarked “It’s about damn time!”

You’re telling me, buddy…

I lay there, paralyzed in pleasure until I was wiped down, and I faded out. When I came around, we headed upstairs and watched a movie, still in our gear. It was quite an enjoyable visit, and I look forward to my next imprisonment!

Play Safe Dear Reader!

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Talk of Aspiring Imprisonment

September 17th, 2016

James picked me up from Tim’s place, we headed out to grab a bite before he drove me over to meet Master Mike at his house where he had his own fun night.

I met the polite and dominant Master Mike in his driveway and made introductions. He then gave us a brief tour of his home then headed upstairs and got comfortable, I got to meet his two adorable little Pekingese. We talked for a bit before he excused himself, when he returned he was wearing a pair of incredible tall, black harness boots, one of my absolute favorite types of boot!

He sat back down and demanded James lick his boots, which he obediently did so. Master Mike then turned to me and, knowing I liked a softer approach, politely and gently invited me to lick his boots as well. I graciously accepted, and happily got on all fours to worship his beautiful boots. It tasted so wonderful, and my mind began to slide comfortably into subspace.

There was more talk of gear interests, submission play, he gently used my crotch as a boot rest, which pleased me greatly. Master Mike then offered me a hood and collar, I eagerly accepted, gripping his boot more firmly in my crotch. Before long I found myself on the floor, bound up in rope, locked in handcuffs, listening to Master Mike in his executioner’s hood tell me of a cage he wanted to keep me in. Locked up, chained up, safe in his playroom, in the warm darkness as his fox prisoner.

I was in Master Mike’s arms, cradled and stroked by this fiercely dominant man who took a very loving embrace of me. Submission to him came easily, as harsh and nasty as he was towards James, much to James’ enjoyment of it, Master Mike was soft and sweet towards me. I truly wanted to be his fox prisoner the more he spoke of it. He went on, describing chains, an orange jumpsuit, fox hood, and tail plug. Eventually I was able to finally burst my load, erupting four days of immense horny pressure shot from my manhood, and I was left to rest upon the floor, unable to even move from severe exhaustion.

I was thrilled to hear yet another friendly voice to be calling me to move to Washington. More love, more intrigue, I simply must make this my destination!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Creatures of Carnal Desire

September 16th, 2016

This evening James dropped me off in front of the apartment complex of his friend Tim. I was dressed in my leather harness, worn under my t-shirt, leather jacket, Wrangler jeans, western belt, black leather gloves, red fox tail (to ensure I was up to something), and my Dehner dress boots worn on the outside of my jeans.

When he greeted me downstairs, Tim was quite captivated by my gear and quickly showed me up to his apartment. Since James had introduced us online, we quickly found we had many mutual kink interests, including my deeply desired fantasy for mud and quicksand, and we became fast friends.

Once inside, we talked a bit, he showed me his beautiful collection of boots and kink gear. He spent a bit of time loving on my Dehners before we finally kiss and have a beautiful make out session on his bed. He has these great, thick kissing lips that I adore on a man. He then went to his closet and gears up in his black one piece sport biker armor, matching gloves and boots, and I’m given another make out with the Black Biker. Woof!

Afterward he showed me his boot rack and gear collection in more close detail as he gets out of his biker armor and the carnal desire in the room rose with the warmth. He then revealed his incredible manhood to me and it really was an item of desire on this beautiful man! He booted up in a pair of succulent tall white cowboy boots and a redneck ballcap, slid on a condom and I knelt to suck his impressive member. He enjoyed my servicing skills and soon took his manhood back to lube up as well as my eager hole. He entered me gently and slowly like a gentleman, however the moment his first two inches were inside of me, my inner Dark Fox awoke with a start and outright DEMANDED the entirety of his wonderful cock!

I took him by surprise as I backed up as far as my body could take him inside me, much to his delight, with that he thrusted and I bucked until he brought our fun to a hold. He didn’t want to finish just yet, I understood regardless of my hole lusting for more!

We dressed and he treated me to dinner at a delightful Thai restaurant, we then soon returned to his apartment and he asked me what I would like to see next. I grinned and requested to see the police officer he so often spoke of in our conversations online. He smiled, took some clothing from the gear closet and slipped into the next room. When he returned, I looked upon Daddy Sheriff, and was incredibly turned on with admiration. He wasted no time in crawling on top of me, his dominant energy pulsing off of his uniformed body. He kissed me firmly, he kissed me deep. His pants unzipped and his manhood already sported a condom, one matching his uniform colors perfectly, I slid off the bed and onto my knees to serve my sheriff to the best of my ability, taking as much of him down my drooling maw as I possibly could greedily muster.

Soon he ordered me back on the bed, face up, legs up, my fox hole exposed and open for his use and pleasure. His long cock entered me again, his dominating glare imprisoned my gaze, and I confessed my crimes of carnal desire. I told him everything, held nothing back, how I wanted to be his badge boy, his precinct plaything, his locker room toy for not only himself but his hot uniformed brothers. He gripped me hard and let out a deep moan as he released his supreme load!

Both of us panting and satisfied, we cleaned up and went to bed. I cuddled my sexy sheriff close as I fell asleep smiling.

The next morning, he took me to coffee at Brewsters, it had started to rain and I was able to see Seattle properly through the huge windows in a warm cafe, a coffee warming my hands. It filled me with a romantic peacefulness that I crave, especially coming from a life predominantly lived in the neverending sunshine of California.

We returned to his home and after a bit of flirty foreplay, he effortlessly had my pants around my ankles and me bent over his bedside like the eager ethical slut I am, fucking my hole good and deep. It was, however, when he had me roll over onto my back and thrust into me, that he hit my Beast Point, and all passive submission left me like a flock of startled birds shaken from their tree. My fangs grew, my eyes flashed, and I snarled and roared for his cock!


He was shocked by my sudden transformation and nearly had to smother me with a pillow, lest his neighbors hear my passionate roars of ecstasy! He soon busted his load inside of my hole, and collapsed grinning. He said he was exhausted and he hadn’t cum so much in so long. I lay there smiling, even without blowing my own load, I was quite happy with the pounding he gave my tailhole. Soon after we cleaned up, James arrived to pick me up. I kissed Tim goodbye, and left, smiling.

I’m eager to see him again, not only can he fuck me and hit my Beast Point, he’s the first one I found in Washington to want to go get muddy. Finding mud fans is insanely difficult, but I have a feeling I’ll find a good number of them here in Washington, with all the plentiful rains, it must be a good place to look.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Gearing Up With a Dragon

September 1st, 2016

This evening I met Joe after talking to him a bit at the encouragement of one of my close friends. Joe surprised me by being a tad early in his arrival, so I quickly grabbed some fetish gear and stuffed it in a bag before heading to his truck. He’s a very nice guy, and we had some pleasant conversation as we headed to his place.

Along the way we stopped by two potential gear shops, but sadly they were closed, however I did note them down for future exploration.  Once over at his place, we talked more, he showed me his impressive collection of all things dragons and some of them were incredible, like wood carvings, and hand-painted figures. We geared up, and took some fun pictures in order to tease our friend with, and then we just cuddled in full gear. Me in my full leather, him in full football pads, my head on his stomach, and we watched funny vine videos on my phone just enjoying each other in gear. It was very relaxing and sexy.

We headed out to Denny’s, with me still in full leather because why the fuck not? After an enjoyable meal, we came back and went to bed but since I had several cups of coffee, sleep wasn’t in my deck of cards. Eventually I couldn’t hold my lust for Joe back any longer, and went crazy over him! Kissing, groping, stroking, and riling him up so bad, I made the dragon blow his load! Fuck that was so worth it!

After cleaning up, we went back to bed and he fell asleep. Still awake, I spent the night writing this and that until his alarm woke him up.  I snuggled him close until I dozed off, and awakened later to an empty house, the dragon had flown off somewhere, leaving the leather fox in his nest. When he came back, he took us back to my friend’s place and we kissed our goodbyes.

I’m looking forward to more gear time with this handsome dragon, he’s a fun one!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Tantric Tantalization

August 29th, 2016

This afternoon I met the handsome Patrick off of one of my apps while up on my visit to Washington to cat-sit for my friends while they were off on a cruise.

Patrick picked me up and we headed off to a sports bar to get better acquainted, he treated me to lunch and drinks as he told me about his business, as well as teaching me some very interesting details about what Tantric sex was for gay lovers.

He decided to keep me overnight, and after we went back to pick up my overnight bag, we headed off to his place in Yelm.  He lives in quite an interesting spot, out in the midst of the farmland, with a handful of farm animals on his property.  The perfect rural getaway, somewhere you can have all the loud sex you wanted.

We headed into his room...and didn't leave for the rest of the day! He snuggled with me and showed me some incredible Tantric sex techniques which sent me into a beautiful, blissful world of ecstasy.  He proved his skills further by sucking my dick and making me internally beg for release, but I never wanted it to end!  The whole night was a blur of love and emotion, and when it came to an end we were cuddled up, I fell asleep in his strong arms, grinning from ear to ear!

In the morning I woke up and Patrick came into the room soon after.  He took charge and slid a condom on me, then proceeded to ride me like a cowboy! He grunted along with me, moaned deeply in that masculine way that I love, and then shot his warm load all over my chest!  Fuck yes!  After he politely wiped me down he proceeded to teach me the basics of Tantric: Structure, Surface, Shape.

Structure is muscle massage where you rub and massage.

Surface is is feeling out the skin, every bump and inconsistency.

Shape is where you barely touch the very hairs of the skin's surface.

(Keep in mind this is a very, very rough and quick explanation so do yourself a real favor and go research it deeper at this website here which he provided for me.)

Fuck, he's incredible! Afterwards we had a lovely shower together, a breakfast of pancakes with homemade pear jelly and coffee.  I love a man who can cook, and cook well!  Woof!  He then showed me around his farm, introduced me to his animals, and showed me his orchard, then we did some fun farm chores like harvesting, processing, and making stock for salsa.  We took a break, back in his bedroom he tied me up and tortured me with some more beautiful Tantric techniques!  Fuck I wanted to cum so badly, but my damned body refused me the pleasure!

Back to work, we went through the entire process of making applesauce from scratch! From the bushel of apples to pouring it into the sterilized jars!  He even gifted me my own, and damn did it taste amazing!

After a long and wonderful afternoon, he drove me all the way back to my buddy's place where we kissed our goodbyes.

Patrick, I hope you're reading this because you're an incredible guy, and I can't wait to see you again, hot stuff.  Especially if you need any extra paws for the harvest!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Getting Outdoorsy With It

August 22nd, 2016

I met Bennett online and connected with him very easily, and after pleasant conversation we decided to meet at the local mall to grab a coffee and a walking chat to get to know each other.  We had a good deal in common in our mutual nerdy interests of video games and pop culture so we decided to rendezvous later this evening.

Around 10:00pm he arrived to pick me up, and after a lovely little makeout in the car we drove off towards a place I had my curiosities about.  Living with people makes it difficult to have guests, and living in Southern California, or the Great Suburban Wastelands as I like to deprecate it, makes it impossible to find a place to have some private time with someone you enjoy.  Parks are constantly fenced and locked at night because no city between Long Beach and San Diego believes that life continues after 8pm, not that you'd get away with more than hand holding and a secret smooch on the cheek, lest someone clutch their pearls and faint into the pile of shit they let their poor, neurotic MinPin squeeze out on their rival neighbor's lawn.

I'm terribly sorry, where was I?  Right, the incredible sex we had.

We arrived at our destination and found a very dark back road completely hidden from any view lest you were a voyeuristic hawk hovering over it, we could hear the quiet sounds of a stream nearby behind the tall bushes that lined either side of the service road.  We found a decent spot and resumed making out, deeply kissing and melting into each other as well as the darkness that shrouded us.  He smiled and got to his knees, unbuckled my pants and pulled them down excitedly.  I slid on a rubber and lubed up my manhood, anxiously looking around, he teased his sweet ass with my tip before pulling me inside of him.

My eyes rolled back and closed in ecstasy. He was so soft and warm! I would have enjoyed him so much more if I wasn't being paranoid and focusing on every rustle and twig snap, holding my breath and such.  Regardless of my phobia for getting into trouble, this outdoor fuck was amazing!

We changed positions, I had him lay down on the road and I fucked him on his stomach.  He moaned and told me beautiful things like how he was now my fuckboy, calling me "daddy", how he would live for my cock, and how much he loved me inside of him!  Meanwhile I was trapped in an orgasm limbo, so close yet so far away! Despite the frustration, it was so exciting!

Exhausted and sweaty I pulled out of his beautiful boyhole, helped him up off the street, kissed him deeply, and then became confused when I went to get rid of the condom.  It wasn't on my dick anymore, and looking around it wasn't on the street.  I burst out laughing with him when we discovered it was still up his ass! Damn boy! Nice muscle control!  We made out again and I ordered my new fuckboy to cum, I jerked him off and made him shoot his load into the road to mark our first fuckdate spot.  He sprayed the asphalt very well!

From there we cleaned up and took our garbage with us because leaving your trash behind, especially a used condom, is just classless and vile. We headed over to a local shopping plaza to enjoy some "Pokémon Go" together with equally geeky conversation and laughs, followed by a late dinner at Cane's Chicken Fingers.  As we ate in the car I laughed and said it was easily the nerdiest fuckdate I'd ever been on, and he agreed.  After dinner, we continued our "Pokémon Go" hunt to an open park.

We walked about the park, having a great time together, going up and down the steep amphitheater there, and enjoying the night silence lit by the blinding overhead lamps. At one point before we left for home he looked at me, smiled, then told me he could still feel me inside of him and how much he loved it!  I could feel myself blushing as I replied how much a pleasure it was to make him feel so wonderful.

He dropped me off at my place around 1:00am, and we kissed our goodbyes.  I watched him drive away and smiled to myself.  A nice new fuckboy, and so pleasant too.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Messing up a Mud Loving Cowboy

August 14th, 2016

I met with Frank online on a website for men who love to get messy with mud and sink in quicksand, (and I invite you to check them out at "DeepSinkingGuyz") and we talked at great length about our deep mutual interests in cowboys, rolling around in the mud, and of course sinking in quicksand as well as more exciting kinky ideas.  It didn't take long to designate a meet and coordinate each other's sexy gear.

This morning I stepped out of my house in my black cowboy hat, black shirt, new pair of Wrangler jeans, western belt, and my new black Ariat cowboy boots. My jeans wrapped and stuffed inside of course, because how else are you going to show your appreciation for fine boots like these?

I walked outside and a beautiful white pickup truck drove up to the driveway and stopped.  Out stepped a man in a white cowboy hat, red plaid button down shirt, blue jeans, brown leather belt, and sporting a pair of sexy, deep brown leather, square toe cowboy boots.  The hat brim lifted to reveal Frank's handsome face, complete with beaming smile and a pair of dark hazel eyes that melted my heart immediately.  He hugged me and the moment I was wrapped in his arms my spirit shot over the moon.

We hopped in his huge truck and before he can even reach for the keys I told him I wanted to make good on my promise that we spoke about in our online conversations, as I'm a man of my word, I tossed my hat to the dashboard and move in for the kiss, but he's already at the finish line waiting for me and pulls me in first!  Our lips meet and there is a passionate frenzy of deep kissing, like a flooding rain on the ancient, dry earth of two parched hearts.

When we finally parted, I actually felt dizzy and saw stars! Once both our boots were on the ground again, we drove off to lunch.  Seated in a Taiwanese cafe, we had long, excited conversations like two best friends who hadn't seen each other in ages meeting for the first time, over a delightful lunch that he so generously treated me to.  On our way back to his truck he leaned in and asked if I was interested in getting a hotel room somewhere.  My heart skipped and I nearly lost all feeling in my legs!  He was indeed serious!  I humbly and eagerly accepted his offer, and he followed up with a suggestion of grabbing some booze to make things a bit more fun.  At this point I was having an extremely difficult time not ravaging him in the parking lot.

While we were looking at our options in the supermarket I took a moment to watch him from a distance as he browsed the beers.  As I admired all the different little aspects of him, thoughts of just how wonderful it would be to call this hunky dream cowboy my boyfriend quietly stepped into my mind.  A word I hadn't thought of in a long time, boyfriend, it'd been years since my last and my thoughts had flown elsewhere for the Winter.

Frank and I decided on three cheap bottles of sake, and before we headed to the cashier I suggested we grab some lubricant and condoms and he agreed with a smile.  Before we reached the checkout he stopped me and bashfully asked if I didn't mind waiting by the truck while he paid for the supplies.  I was grateful for his generosity and inquired if anything was wrong.  He replied he was quite shy and it was a bit too much for him to have the clerk rang up booze and sex stuff with me standing next to him.  I thought it was all too adorable, so I thanked him again for his continuous generosity and made my way back to his truck.

Leaning against the passenger side door, phone in hand, I looked up just as he was walking out across the parking lot.  It was as if my memory was shot in slow motion, watching this sexy cowboy gentleman making his way towards me, carrying a bag of drinks and condoms, smiling that beaming, pure smile of his.  My heart throbbed in my chest, and sighed at the fantasy of calling him my lover.  We jumped back in his truck like a pair of teens up to no good, and getting riled up that we weren't getting caught!  We couldn't keep from kissing up a storm before finally heading off to a hotel.

Now here I had it in my head that we would find a cheap place for a night, so imagine my surprise when we pull into the parking lot of a Marriott, and he follows up with a casual reference to his hotel points.  I have to keep this one, there just is no denying it being foolish to let him get away.  As we walk inside the lobby, he bashfully asks me to make myself comfortable, and recognizing the red in his cheeks, I smile knowingly and go have a seat.

I empathize with him very much, I remember being super shy about who I was and what I liked, and thankfully I grew out of that and boldly embraced it all.  I'm determined to stand by him as he pushes through his own walls.  He's a good one, an authentic man, none of those boys made up of layers of false fronts which hide sensitive cores whom I had encountered here in California.  He's honest about his feelings, and one of my turn ons is tactful honesty, as well as manners, respect, and intelligence.  This one's playing with a full hand.

Soon we were at our room, the plastic bag of supplies was casually tossed onto the dresser, hats put on the bed, and our lusty hearts collided in a glorious full on, no holds barred, anything goes, make out!  Our bodies fell upon the bed and our lustful paradise continued in intense passion!  He told me we needed to get my boots off, he got up, flipped me over on my back, then pushed his crotch into my boot soles.  FUCK. YES.  He then pulled them off and proceeded to rub my feet.  I LOVE YOU. He pulls off my shirt and then his own.  He just keeps becoming more, and more beautiful.

As I see him reach for his own boots, I quickly intervene and insist that it's my turn now, a wicked grin on my lips.  I get him on his back on the bed and gaze at the wondrous sight before me.  He's a jock dream boat, he's the embodiment of the boys I lusted after in high school in the form of a grown and handsome man.  I hastily shoved my crotch into his boot soles good and hard, thrusting a bit and enjoying every ounce of pressure on my groin with lustful abandon before pulling it off his foot.  I turned the shaft to my nose and inhale deeply...his feet were simply masculinity defined in a song written for olfactory expression.  I did my best to keep my balance as my head was swimming in bliss, as well as keep eye contact as I licked his boot from toe to shaft, watching his smile widen with excitement.

Sitting down I worked over his foot at full effort, milking moans of relief and pleasure from his lips.  I then moved on to his other boot, caressing the leather in my crotch, pulling it off to worship his scent deep inside the dark brown shaft, licked it to show my admiration, and went right to work on his beautiful foot!

Eventually he was able to say that it was time for the booze and celebrate our new friendship, he pours our drinks, we toast to us and new adventures, then trade fantasies and kinky stories.  Lo and behold, the young gentleman dreams of getting gunged and messy with another man! What grand fortune smiled upon me today!  "Let's do it! I'm all about making kinky dreams come true, and I want to make you  so incredibly happy!" I exclaimed.  He's thrilled, we make out to celebrate our decision, don our clothes once more and head back to the supermarket.

We grab a pair of pudding tubs, bottles of drinking yogurt, one half of a cake, and a pie.  He absolutely insists on treating me again, and I once more express my deep gratitude to his generosity.  We return to the hotel and park, and I get a wild and mischievous idea, as my fox nature is in full throttle at this point.  I make sure the coast is clear and tell him that I'd totally lick his boots if he ordered me to.  He's in disbelief, but then goes along with it.  "Okay, lick my boots." he orders, "Yes, Sir!" I answer with a grin, I drop down to the asphalt and worship his right boot, then his left in eager submissive style.  I then pop back up and meet his excited, if not giddy smile!  We are totally having so much fun on the same level.

Back up at the room the door barely has time to shut before we're making out again!  We literally cannot keep our hands off of each other!  More sake is poured, more talk is conversed, and soon he's on his knees, yanking down my pants and worshipping my manhood!  Oh he was born to fly, and these wings of his are amazing!  Somehow my own greedy paws found themselves in his pants, and my eyes went wide.  He was packing serious heat and that was no shotgun in his underwear! I pulled him up and fell to my own knees, we tore off his jeans and revealed he was wearing some fantastic underwear, his beautiful ass framed in it like the work of art it was, as well as his HUGE bulge!  I gnawed on it as if it were to be my final meal before I pulled down the last barrier between me and his...

...oh my god...

...dear sweet universe it was just beautiful.  

I wanted it inside of me. Every inch of his manhood. Drool flooded my mouth at the sight of it.  I expressed my starving desire for him and his member by licking every side of his shaft to make sure he understood me.

Somehow we got our supplies into the bathroom, and I prepped the tub with hot water.  He opened his tub of pudding and I stopped him before he could toss the plastic seal and smear it on my cheek.  He gets the idea immediately, and licks it off my face.  I shivered in lust.  He smears the other pudding seal on his own cheek, and I go for a very slow, loving lick.  He's giddy as hell, loving every second!  With everything ready, he goes first, as it's his fantasy I'm making a reality I don't want to torture him another moment without it!  His gunge menu is tapioca pudding, peach yogurt, and lemon meringue pie.  I did my best to balance the flavors to be as appetizing as possible as well as textures to be just as erotically enjoyable!  I gaze at his naked form in the tub, and my heart lets slip a sigh of admiration, he's just so beautiful!

I raised his pudding tub over him and slowly and precisely dumped it out over him in order to get the best coverage areas.  He shivers and moans with that winning smile, I then get down on my knees and smear it all over him, he's in ultimate bliss, and so am I!  I reach for the yogurt drink and gently pour it over his pudding-slopped chest.  He looks so beautiful as a mess!  I get into the tub with him gliding up his chest, lapping at the sweet and tart mixture, I feel him shiver again in delight!  Time for dessert!  I open up the lemon meringue pie, guide the pastry out of its plastic shell, and one breathy "ready?" later, followed by his grinning nod, I mash it furiously into his face!  The sound of it smashing into him was enough to make my cock jump!  I smear it everywhere!  I grab a handful and use it to mess up his gorgeous cock!  He's so fucking turned on now!  I lick and slurp up lines of the mess off his body, the wonderful flavors mixing in my mouth, and then I can't resist anymore!

I gaze at his wonderful manhood, dripping with precum, covered in pudding, yogurt, and pie, and I devour it!  I worshipped it like it would give me eternal youth with this beautiful man! He's erupting with moans of purest bliss and ecstasy! He shivers!  He tries to tell me something between his gasps, when suddenly a warm burst of cum explodes in my mouth!  I took my greedy maw off his dick, and he's still climaxing and shooting his warm seed!  I wanted that all over my face so bad!

We lay in the tub together, basking in his afterglow, kissing gently, he was so over the moon he could have been glowing if I turned off the lights!  We soon clean up and then swap places...

He preps my menu of chocolate pudding, strawberry yogurt, and half of a German chocolate cake, and starts by glopping the pudding all over my face.  He's still excited and horny, and I'm nothing less than ridiculously turned on!  He grabs my strawberry yogurt and he takes his time, spacing out his pours.  I must admit that a horrible habit of mine is going too fast.  I open my mouth and soon we're playing a scene with me taking his sweet "loads" in my maw.  I'm dreaming of when I can have the real deal!  I take a moment to clean off my eyes so I can see, and the tub is an absolute hot mess!  Hand and ass prints of chocolate pudding mark up the tile walls! It's just hilarious!  I turned my gaze to him, towering over me as a gungeman.  He held the half of the cake in his hand, and with a grin asks "Are you ready, baby?"

An electric shiver of thrill jolts through me.

"Yes, Daddy Frank, I love you!" was my answer.

He shoved that cake firmly into my face! It was incredible!  So flavorful! So sweet! So rich and thick and it was making me so fucking hard!  More messing, smearing, grinning, and fun!  It was quite an amazing experience.

We soon showered off, then cleaned up the bathtub, walls, and curtain as thoroughly as possible so as not to leave a horrible mess for housekeeping.  We then cleaned each other, which is one of my all time favorite parts of a good messy time.  I washed his scalp with love, massaging the shampoo and conditioner slowly, then rub him up with bodywash.  I turned him towards the wall, and embraced him from behind.  I slowly reached down between his legs, and gently washed his manhood.  He melts in my arms, sighing.  I wanted him to know just how much I was in love with him right then and there.

Frank then turned to me and bathed me, his hands feel heavenly, the hands of a cowboy, a gungeman, a mudlover, on my very own naked, wet body.  When he reached under my legs, gently fondling my balls, and stroking my member, my whole body shuddered with the tantalizing and enrapturing reaction to his touch.  As if I could cum at any moment! My heart fell ever deeper for him.

When we finished and exited the bathroom, a sad truth came to pass.  Frank realized what time it was and confessed it was much later than he anticipated it to be, and that we had to take our leave.  I knew he was honest, I just hated this one particular truth and wished it to be a playful lie.  He had quite a long journey ahead of him to return home, he held me, kissed me, looked at me, and all of it told me he wished he could stay as much as I did.  My only regret is that I wasn't able to make love to him, however I was able to make one of his fantasies come true, as well as keep a smile on his lips like he did for me.

I held his strong, masculine hand the whole drive home, smiling warmly.  I had confessed my infatuated love for him several times throughout the day, and promised we would see each other again, come anything from hell and over high water.  He smiled so genuinely, and told me he had an absolute blast and couldn't wait to play again.  I said he could foxnap me to his ranch any day, any time he wanted, and he told me he may have to do so!

I watched with a sigh in my heart as his white pickup truck vanished around the corner, carrying my newest crush away with it before going back inside, throwing myself on my bed, and letting my mind wander from one fantasy to the next filled to the brim with that handsome face of his.

I fully intend to write more about this gentleman in my future.  I just need to figure out how to get my greedy paws on him.

Play Safe Dear Reader.