why make an enemy?
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Posted:Mar 11, 2024 6:36 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 1031 Views
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I was on the only hookup site I belong to (gay or otherwise) when I noticed a picture of a pair of beautiful, seemingly natural tits. After exchanging a few messages with the person, I couldn’t bring myself to just blurt out the question of whether or not I was speaking to a man, woman, trans so I went the sneaky route and asked to see a “fuller” photo. I was informed this would only be done through an app called Signal, which I just happened to have, so I gave this person my Signal name and waited for the promised picture.
At first there was just more of the same chit chat when we connected on the app. Whether or not the person I was trading messages with had a vagina remained a mystery, but I was informed pretty quickly that they were a sex worker. It was clumsy, but I was quoted an hourly rate and everything haha. Instead of a photo, I waited for a video to upload before I fully responded to this information, eventually watching a clip of a woman playing with her pussy. There was nothing telltale trans about her, it was just a female trolling a gay hookup site for mostly straight guys I assume. Not a great business plan, and I let her know that, but in the politest of ways. I was neither rude, nor sarcastic, and in fact tried to give some advice and helpful hints. In the end, I received a very abrupt, “Kiss my ass” and that was it.
Instead of making an ally, this woman decided to make an enemy. Now I’m not actually mad at her, or anything even close to it, but when a person deceives to get your phone number, then drops the truth that they want money, then gets upset when you try to be helpful - I think people wouldn’t be surprised if you were at least a bit irritated by that. She had to know she wasn’t making any friends with the “Kiss my ass” but did it anyways. Now if I’d been a sarcastic prick who insulted her I might have deserved something like that, but I didn’t. Things must be really tough for her, or she must be very angry to decide that was the best path to travel.
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rejuvenate and ejaculate
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Posted:Mar 10, 2024 11:18 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 954 Views
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My new fwb was kind enough to not only let me borrow his shower for the 2nd / second week in a row, he also made sure to prep so that I could enjoy his ass. This is something he and I have shared since our very first meeting, when he hired me to give him a massage. I won’t regale you with a detailed story of that, or any other of our other couplings, I’ll just say that sexually we fit incredibly well together. We compliment each other.
The first time I showered at his place, I had every intention of offering him my cock when I’d finished. He happily accepted, and his enjoyment was evident the entire time he had me in his mouth. I moaned, and expressed my appreciation repeatedly, making a supreme effort to last as long as I could for the benefit of both of us. When it was over, and I had unloaded in his mouth, we chatted while I put on my clothes and gathered my things to leave. He’d offered to let me stay, because the weather was so cold, but I didn’t take him up on it. I showered, we sexed it up, and then both of us resumed our night.
One week later, I arrived with the intention of repeating the formula, but admit my eagerness to take his ass trumped my desire to do so after the shower instead of before. I wasn’t filthy, or smelly, just not fresh, and he didn’t seem fazed by this one bit. My efforts to last were futile this time, and since the oral pleasure he’d provided me the week prior was all I’d had in the interim… well you get the point. We had our fun, I took a shower, and then as before we chatted as I gathered my things to go. Visiting him helped me feel clean and dirty at the same time haha but what lingered was the sense of satisfaction. I will be visiting my fwb frequently, to rejuvenate and ejaculate!
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a bit of a routine
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Posted:Mar 9, 2024 11:12 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 1092 Views
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Despite the nagging depression that threatens to sink in and take over, I’ve managed to begin shifting myself into a rather comfortable, healthy, beneficial routine. It’s not perfect, and hasn’t landed me a job yet, but it has me more active and optimistic than I was in previous weeks. The biggest issue is the weather now; once it gets warmer and starts raining so much I can shift into a higher gear.
As with other unique situations I’ve been in, forced or otherwise, I find adapting and improvising to be the solution to many of my issues. Simple things, like how to make myself coffee, have been worked out because I persisted and got a little creative. As of this moment my diet consists of foods that are either dry, or require refrigeration, but nothing is being cooked. Being a sneak, I can make myself coffee, but doing something like soup is going to require additional creativity. I certainly don’t have the power to do it in my van, which means I essentially have to steal it from someone, somewhere. Again; not an ideal situation, but I am working on it.
Once I have a job, I’ll be able to afford a gym membership solely for the purpose of taking a shower. Technically, I can afford it right now, but with zero dollars coming in and no real job prospects in sight, every single cent is beginning to count. I’m okay on food, and there’ll likely be enough fuel in my van to get me through the rest of the cold, but with an additional monthly storage and phone bill you can see where I am struggling. This is definitely NOT where I want to be right now, on any level, but there’s no denying things could still be worse.
Accomplishing numerous simple tasks is better than accomplishing none at all, so that is how I am fighting my depression. If I make it through an entire day and I’ve done absolutely nothing, I’ll feel guilty and likely dip further into my unhappy state of mind. If, however, I can accomplish a dozen things, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, at least I can say the depression didn’t fully get me down. In a game of inches, that can really be the difference sometimes.
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that shameful tone
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Posted:Mar 8, 2024 5:34 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 899 Views
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It’s pretty clear some of the people I talk to about jobs are embarrassed by what kind of compensation they are offering. You can absolutely hear it in their voices as they haltingly tell you the hourly wage, then pause uncomfortably and sort of stumble out the next sentence, which goes something like; “I don't know if that's something you'd be interested in…”. It is spoken in a shameful, embarrassed tone that actually makes me feel a bit sorry for them, even though they’re the ones trying to get as much work from someone for as little pay as possible.
There are definitely jobs out there where minimum wage makes sense, but for the most part if your list of duties is a few paragraphs long and contains nearly a dozen bullet points you’re probably not paying enough. If you start by stating how the position you’re hiring for is integral, the most important, the first impression - if you make it sound like it requires skill, hard labor or a particularly sunny disposition - don’t insult the applicant by offering the lowest compensation allowed by law. Don’t tell me I am “the face” of the company and then put up a big middle finger in that face when payday rolls around.
I still hear the refrain that businesses can’t find enough people to work for them, and I can understand why when employees are so undervalued. I still hear businesses complain that they can’t keep workers once they’re hired, or that they become lazy and unreliable, and I have no answer for that. I can only guess that being used up by the boss and then given a meager compensation for your time has a lot to do with it. You might think you can’t buy loyalty, but I say you can if you aren’t a cheap, money-grubbing prick. For me, a decent paycheck and a pat on the back are all I need to be persuaded to put in the extra time and effort. If I don’t feel appreciated, and hate my boss, I won’t try at all but if the opposite is true you’ll find me bending over backwards to be helpful. Most employers will never get that. They think people should just be happy to have a job and deal with whatever kind of treatment comes their way.
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if it weren't for those teeth
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Posted:Mar 7, 2024 11:50 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 1179 Views
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The other night I drove downtown in the freezing ass cold to hook up with a person who boasted exceptional oral skills. Furthermore, she was willing to strap a device to her face and over her mouth that would make it so I was fucking one of those fake silicone pussies but also a few inches of her throat. My biggest fear was getting puked on, because she wanted me to be extreme and unrelenting, but after being told she hadn’t eaten for a full day I felt assured. So much so, in fact, that I suggested we forgo the fake vagina strap on thingy so I could get deeper and rougher in her throat. She was happy to agree, and off we went.
The only issue was her jagged teeth, which kept scraping my cock in certain places. Apparently she’d been assaulted years ago for being trans and hadn’t gotten dental work done to fix anything. I decided for the fake vagina thingy after all, because it was seriously starting to hurt but also felt absolutely fucking amazing. Rare are the instances I get a mouth and throat that is seeking rough treatment, so I wanted to enjoy as much as I could. Well, frankly, I’m pretty greedy so when something feels good sexually I try to make it last. Exceptional or not, it’s my pleasure and I want it extended for as long as it possibly can be.
The face fucking was amazing, though a bit complicated by a blindfold and other pseudo-BDSM accoutrements, and I will definitely be going back for more. We’re talking about solutions to the problems we encountered, and I’m happy to say she is working on them. The experience would be damn near perfect if it weren’t for those darn teeth, but hopefully after adjustments are made I can go give her another test drive. I’ve honestly been aching to return, even despite the slightly painful spots on my cock. Face fucking someone should not be a “no pain, no gain” situation and when it is no longer an issue, I’m going to become a regular.
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what good are they?
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Posted:Mar 6, 2024 3:20 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 1108 Views
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During a recent sexual adventure I found myself with someone who wanted very badly to be blindfolded and restrained. I long ago lost interest in any form of bondage, especially involving rope, but blindfolds are always fun, so I agreed if we could use cuffs instead. My partner in the adventure had a pair that were velcro, which meant there’d be a bit of pretending going on, but I really didn’t care. All I wanted was the sex, but I was happy to heighten the experience for him as long as it didn’t interfere with my pleasure.
My attitude was supposed to be forceful, and I took that seriously. When I could tell my partner was struggling to breath I did not relent, but pushed things further, for a bit longer. I was fucking his face, which meant he was not only having a tough time breathing, but also choking and gagging quite a bit. This was the plan though, and I admit I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
The blindfold kept going askew though, leaving a good portion of an eye exposed. This meant that if I had been taking things seriously I’d have been sorely disappointed, but all I really felt was mild irritation every time we had to readjust it. Anonymity was not key for me, just a willing hole to plunge my cock into.
When we first started I half jokingly asked; “You want me to basically show zero concern for your ability to breath, and ignore the gagging and choking, is that correct?” and he made it clear that was exactly what he wanted. I suppose the hands cuffed behind his back were supposed to aid in at least the illusion that he was not in control, but they were made of a material that was stretchable, and fastened with velcro so it was easy for him to escape them. Numerous times he pulled free so that he could push me away, but of course I was paying attention, and had my dick out of his mouth before he truly needed to do anything at all. The last thing I wanted was to literally suffocate him.
I rode the elevator with this guy to his floor, and he led me to his room. Putting on a blindfold didn’t suddenly erase the fact that we’d seen each other, so it was obviously not necessary. It was part of an illusion, just like the velcro handcuffs that anyone could escape. If they don’t actually bind your wrists together, what good are they except as ornamentation maybe? I get the psychological element but if you can peek around the blindfold and slip free of the bondage why not just pretend without the props?
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friend news
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Posted:Mar 5, 2024 7:40 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 982 Views
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There’s news I put in my posts, and then there’s the more personal, yet equally banal news I tell my friends. Just like I’m not likely to share a detailed account of my sexual escapades with some of my close friends, I’m also not likely to share a detailed description of my stomach issues with my readers. It’s not that I’m keeping it private from either side, it’s just that I take my audience into consideration. My friend Brien doesn’t mind hearing the occasional tidbit about my sex life, but he is not into hearing me regale him with the tale of how I fucked some guy in the ass through a glory hole the other night. Some of you might not want to read that either, which is why my blog is so varied, but there are just some “normal” things that don’t come out unless I’m maybe desperate for material. Things like…
For 4 / four straight days I have had a normal poop. This is significant because I have serious stomach issues, and have lived with certain people who know of my difficulties. To share this with them would be like celebrating a milestone, because they know the history, but you’re probably just shrugging your shoulders and wondering what the big deal is. And the subject matter is, well…
I’ve been spending more and more time without earplugs or earbuds in, and even went an entire hour in a public library, on a busy day, without losing my patience due to a misophonia reaction. Again; I have a close friend who shares my struggles with misophonia, and would totally be celebrating with me when she heard this, but most of you probably haven’t read the few posts I’ve put up about my issues with it. You might Google misophonia and get an idea of what it is, but unless you’re familiar with the intense struggle I’ve been having for the past several years the fact that I sat in a library without headphones on won’t even seem noteworthy. But to some of my friends, this is important news.
Things like how well rehabilitation on my hip are going will likely not elicit the kind of reaction I would hope for here, but when I tell my friends how much better I am doing the smile on their faces brings me a spurt of pride. They were there when I was in the hospital bed, and now they can celebrate the fact that my mobility is actually far beyond what was predicted. In the eyes of an average doctor, I am fully recovered, but for me there is still progress to be made. That being said, where I am 2 / two years after my accident is definitely noteworthy.
So there’s some “friend” news I wanted to share with my few silent “friends” lurking in the shadows…
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the kindness of (not so) strangers
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Posted:Mar 4, 2024 11:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 7:41 pm 1074 Views
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I’ve always said my readers were the quietest people in the world. I’ve been doing this blogging thing for decades now, and in that time I’ve been able to track the fact that thousands were reading, but only a scant few interacting. My silent audience, lurking in the shadows as it were. Every once in a while though, someone will let me know that they’ve been keeping track of me via my blog. Most of the time it’s someone I have at least a bit of history with, even if it’s only the previous sharing of intimacy, and exchanging of bodily fluids. Men and women I’ve done nothing more than have sex with will pop up, out of the blue, years after we last spoke. It’s the sort of thing that’s been happening for as long as I can remember.
My promise to remain bluntly honest when I write is never compromised, because I have no reason for it to be. When I was posting on the gay massage site you can bet I steered clear of certain topics, and kept particular opinions to myself, but that’s because it was my job to do so. Here, I don’t have to do that, because making someone angry doesn’t mess with my pocketbook. And even though I am aware that people I know might be reading, I am never certain when, so trying to be false or manipulative would be pointless. I don’t post in an attempt to passive aggressively slight someone anymore than I write about how rough my life is hoping somebody will “save me” from my situation. If I wanted that, I’d bluntly ask for it, because that is how I communicate.
Despite all of this, or maybe because of it, a former massage (turned friend with an ass I love to fuck) reached out to me via text message. He said he’d been reading my blog recently, and the posts about my current living situation (living in a van) caught his eye. In a nutshell; super low temperatures are slated for the next few days, and he was offering me a place to sleep for a couple nights. You can imagine how surprised and delighted this made me. Being an antisocial introvert means not having many friends, but those I do show they care with actions, when I seemingly need them the most. This I say to my delight, because lately I’ve been needing a bit more than usual.
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van life: a cold snap
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Posted:Mar 3, 2024 10:17 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2024 11:14 am 985 Views
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ANOTHER POST DENIED BECAUSE THE STUPID ALGORITHM RUNNING THIS IDIOTIC SITE DOES NOT WORK...
Being homeless is bad enough, but at least I have decent shelter from the elements. Where I live, the average temperature at night is low 30’s and never reaches 50 during the day. It is constantly raining, and if that weren’t bad enough there is a nasty bit of wind added to the mix. In my van, I struggle to keep the temperature in the low 60’s by idling with the heater on occasionally. My inability to afford gas is the main reason I don’t sit with it on for hours at a time, but I admit I fear it breaking down on me as well. A while back I fell asleep in the middle of the night while it was warming up, and when I woke the “check engine” light was flashing at me. I’ve seen it on before, but never flashing, so I’m really scared to make it happen again.
If I could find a parking garage with a bit of shelter I might try it out, just to get away from the rain a bit. As soon as I get the van comfortable, I'll shut it off, and the cold starts to seep in immediately. I can set up a thermometer and actually watch the temperature fall as I sit there. This cold snap is supposed to last at least a week, and apart from going into the public library I have no real respite from the van. I can go grocery shopping, or maybe to the thrift store, but all outside activity is currently on the rough side of uncomfortable for me. I cannot hop on my bike and accomplish things if I have to return to a cold van, so I’m basically biding my time for now. And that’s exactly what my daily routine feels like.
When it gets warmer, with a bit less precipitation, I will get back on my bike and seek out some new areas in which to park the van. I’ll also go back to riding to the grocery store, instead of wasting gas by driving there. Right now, the thought of walking from my vehicle to the front door of a business is highly unappealing, let alone covering a few miles each way, so I admit I am wussing out big time. If my life is going to get worse before it gets better I’m going to get that out of the way now, during this particularly rough “snap” so that when it ends I am ready (hopefully) to rocket forward and up! I’ve gone down far enough, it’s time to make some progress.
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tappin' ass
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Posted:Mar 2, 2024 10:57 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 12:31 am 1211 Views
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Despite a recent claim to the contrary, I enjoy anal sex quite a bit. I do, however, have a serious aversion to feces, so I am hesitant to participate in it with total strangers. When I had oodles of anal sex with my very kinky girlfriend she was an absolute expert at prepping herself, and making sure she was clean. I can’t rely on people I don’t know to do the same.
Still, I do love fucking an ass, so sometimes when I get the opportunity I indulge. Occasionally it’s with someone I know and trust a bit more, but sometimes it is indeed a completely random stranger. I ask the appropriate questions about diseases, hygiene and cleanliness, then put my trust in the person answering. I also tend to follow my gut in situations like this.
There was an occasion recently where I did partake of a very smooth, sweet ass and enjoyed myself immensely. It made me long for a regular partner, whom I could trust, and build up a bit of stamina with. Yes, it felt so good that I reached orgasm quickly, which wasn’t as gratifying as taking a while to build up to it. The excitement of the moment can be dulled with repeat visits to the same hole, but first time around I almost always cum quickly.
I lasted as long as I could, dumped my load, then pulled out a package of baby wipes from my hoodie pocket and wiped myself off really well. Later I would go to the bathroom and do a more thorough job of it. My squeamishness threatens to ruin moments like this, but it didn’t this time around. I left feeling better for the adventure I’d had, and confident I’d likely do it again if given the same opportunity. Because let me tell you; sometimes I really like tappin’ that ass!
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