April 24th, 2015
My dear Australian boy, Steven, arrived this afternoon and he barely got inside the gate before I had him in my arms and my tongue in his mouth! I rushed him upstairs and had him on my bed, continuing our deep kissing and lovemaking. I only had a single day to enjoy him, and I was determined to make every moment count, as our previous plans of him staying a week or so were dashed to pieces by circumstances which were as unfortunate as they were frustrating.
I stripped him down to nothing but a jockstrap, and buckled my collar around his neck, so he looked and felt much more comfortable as my devoted Aussie boy toy! As I was in the midst of moving out of my apartment, he helped out tremendously by packing up boxes alongside me, like the very dependable servant he is. He was quite happy to serve, and I was thrilled to dominate him once again.
After a good while of hard work, we broke for dinner at a local pub, he picked up the tab as he wished to do so, he is definitely a rare gem of a boy, we returned to my apartment and packed a little while more before getting pleasantly intimate together. I love this boy so much, his attitude, his charisma, his adorable smile, and that accent of his makes me riled up like nobodies business! Aussie boys are such a delicacy. We headed out to the bars to start our evening properly, we encountered an adorably drunk boy named Orlando who also was visiting, and helped him find his friend who arrived in an Uber ride to collect him. The very thought of being drunk, and alone in a city unfamiliar to me, miles and miles away from home sends an icy chill down my spine.
From that little adventure we headed across the street to the 7-11 to pick up drunk junk food, and before we could even leave a questionable guy stopped us and told us his sad tale of being sold fake meth crystals, and (while within two feet of the cashier the whole time) offered to sell us the very fake meth he was conned into buying. I exchanged looks with Steven and then gently told the odd man that I didn't think it was a very good idea, nor a legal one, to try to sell meth, fake or real, to people in front of the cashier in a 7-11. He seemed to ponder this for a moment while looking at the floor in a vacant stare before looking up again and telling us he was hungry. I gave the poor soul my donut and wished him a good evening before Steven and I made a swift walk straight back to my apartment.
Two amusing adventures with strange humans later, we were naked and happy in my bed, deeply kissing in passionate lovemaking before I drifted off to sleep with my wonderful Australian boy toy wrapped up safe in my arms. My imagination filled with images of living in a comfortable home, alongside my loyal and happy slave boys, all collared and tagged with my name. Sleeping comfortably with me in the middle of the king-sized bed, and of course Steven nestled happily in the man nest.
In the morning, my dear boy started our day with a wonderful and sensuous blow job. Really one of the best ways to begin any morning, I would happily have a 3:00am wake up time if this was the alarm. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his oral gift, feeling him take my manhood into his mouth, feeling his tongue slide along my shaft, eventually opening my eyes once more and watching him go down on me was a beautiful sight. He worked me towards my peak of arousal, and then pushing me over and into a wonderful orgasm I blow my load right into his eager mouth and grateful throat. After licking off the remaining cum from my dick, he looked up with a beaming smile. It's impossible for me not to fall in love with this beautiful man!
Following a very pleasurable shower, we ate breakfast together and I watched sadly as he packed up his bag. I walked him to his bus stop and waited with him, my mind begging the questions: When will I see this wonderful man once more? For how long? What more beautiful things will happen then? His bus arrived just as it began to rain a gentle drizzle, much like the disappointment I felt for such a short visit, but a visit I was only too grateful for. The bus drove out of sight, and my heart sank.
I already missed his adorable face and his succulent accent.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Hello Mr. Candy Dragon
April 24th, 2015
My friend David paid me a visit this evening and brought along a lovely little bag of fun with him. Since he works at a location which sells various playthings, he's collected a number of enjoyable toys which he likes to share with friends.
He started our fun with a blindfold around my eyes, and stripping me naked. He laid me on my stomach and restrained my ankles and wrists in rope, then began to play with my body. I felt a tingling gel being applied to my manhood followed by a vibrating masturbator, such delight! After a moan-filled while of teasing, he hogtied me and dripped a warm oil over my back, his warm wet tongue licked it off and then kissed me, filling my mouth with a grape-flavored kiss.
In the darkness of my blindfold my mind went deeper. We both share a subcultural identity as furries, my fursona being an anthropomorphic blue fox, his is a black dragon. The vision came forth of a large and intimidating black dragon looming over me, his claws tenderly dragging over my fur, scratching my flesh. He leaned down and drooled a sweet syrup over my helpless form, his tongue lapping it back up and kissing me once more. A moan bubbled upward from my chest, rising up to my lips, "Thank you Candy Dragon!" escaped in a grateful gasped whisper.
I could feel a smile revealing sets of sharp teeth as he slipped away and then returned a moment later. His gentle claws strapped a ball gag into my maw, I sighed happily then my tongue slathered up against the orb, it was tart and sweet! A gigantic jawbreaker! I had always wanted to try a jawbreaker ball gag! How fun! A while later, the Candy Dragon then released me from my hogtie, gently turned me onto my back, and I felt a thick goop being spread upon my chest. He removed my jawbreaker gag, and I felt his wet tongue lick my chest before he kissed me deeply. My tongue was greeted with the sweet taste of Nutella, that wonderful chocolaty hazelnut spread! This whole experience was so incredible!
The flavorful fun continued! This beautiful Candy Dragon rubbed pumpkin oil into my back during a wonderful massage, he took cotton candy flavor lubricant and wrote "PIG" on my chest, he then lit a scented candle and as he waited for the wick to burn for a while he kissed me deeply with a gentle passion, making his fox prey-toy squirm with pleasure! He then raised the candle high into the air, the time was perfect, the can was tipped and hot wax spilled from the brim landing on my chest in hot splatters! I yelped! It was startling, but very erotic and it felt incredibly relaxing. I have always loved wax play, it's such a rare treat for me so each time is excitedly looked forward to!
After more wax was poured over his fox prey, the candle was snuffed out and the Candy Dragon tortured him with more sensuous fun from the vibrating masturbator, enjoying the fox's moans of ecstasy. Once he was satisfied, the Candy Dragon raked his claws over the fox's chest! "Thank you Candy Dragon!" he blurted out in a moan. The fox was flipped onto his stomach, and the Candy Dragon flicked his tongue and drilled into the fox's tailhole, teasing his prey and milking out more moans of pleasure and sexual gratitude from his captive. The fox couldn't take much more, he was so horny at this point he could erupt at any moment!
The Candy Dragon then removed my blindfold, and he lubed up our manhood, he stroked me, we kissed more and more! More moaning, more passion! Two beasts relishing in our primal desires! I came to my climax first! Shooting my pent up ecstasy all over my chest! As I lay panting, my Candy Dragon burst forth his own load all over his fox prey-toy, covering me in his sticky spunk!
We then lay together and kissed softly, deeply, lovingly. Soon my mind slowly came back to this realm as we cleaned up, the fox and the dragon melted away under the warm spray of water as we bathed together. Two furries walked into the shower, and two human men walked out of it.
I sincerely look forward to our next beautiful encounter of deliciously sweet release!
Play Safely Dear Reader.
My friend David paid me a visit this evening and brought along a lovely little bag of fun with him. Since he works at a location which sells various playthings, he's collected a number of enjoyable toys which he likes to share with friends.
He started our fun with a blindfold around my eyes, and stripping me naked. He laid me on my stomach and restrained my ankles and wrists in rope, then began to play with my body. I felt a tingling gel being applied to my manhood followed by a vibrating masturbator, such delight! After a moan-filled while of teasing, he hogtied me and dripped a warm oil over my back, his warm wet tongue licked it off and then kissed me, filling my mouth with a grape-flavored kiss.
In the darkness of my blindfold my mind went deeper. We both share a subcultural identity as furries, my fursona being an anthropomorphic blue fox, his is a black dragon. The vision came forth of a large and intimidating black dragon looming over me, his claws tenderly dragging over my fur, scratching my flesh. He leaned down and drooled a sweet syrup over my helpless form, his tongue lapping it back up and kissing me once more. A moan bubbled upward from my chest, rising up to my lips, "Thank you Candy Dragon!" escaped in a grateful gasped whisper.
I could feel a smile revealing sets of sharp teeth as he slipped away and then returned a moment later. His gentle claws strapped a ball gag into my maw, I sighed happily then my tongue slathered up against the orb, it was tart and sweet! A gigantic jawbreaker! I had always wanted to try a jawbreaker ball gag! How fun! A while later, the Candy Dragon then released me from my hogtie, gently turned me onto my back, and I felt a thick goop being spread upon my chest. He removed my jawbreaker gag, and I felt his wet tongue lick my chest before he kissed me deeply. My tongue was greeted with the sweet taste of Nutella, that wonderful chocolaty hazelnut spread! This whole experience was so incredible!
The flavorful fun continued! This beautiful Candy Dragon rubbed pumpkin oil into my back during a wonderful massage, he took cotton candy flavor lubricant and wrote "PIG" on my chest, he then lit a scented candle and as he waited for the wick to burn for a while he kissed me deeply with a gentle passion, making his fox prey-toy squirm with pleasure! He then raised the candle high into the air, the time was perfect, the can was tipped and hot wax spilled from the brim landing on my chest in hot splatters! I yelped! It was startling, but very erotic and it felt incredibly relaxing. I have always loved wax play, it's such a rare treat for me so each time is excitedly looked forward to!
After more wax was poured over his fox prey, the candle was snuffed out and the Candy Dragon tortured him with more sensuous fun from the vibrating masturbator, enjoying the fox's moans of ecstasy. Once he was satisfied, the Candy Dragon raked his claws over the fox's chest! "Thank you Candy Dragon!" he blurted out in a moan. The fox was flipped onto his stomach, and the Candy Dragon flicked his tongue and drilled into the fox's tailhole, teasing his prey and milking out more moans of pleasure and sexual gratitude from his captive. The fox couldn't take much more, he was so horny at this point he could erupt at any moment!
The Candy Dragon then removed my blindfold, and he lubed up our manhood, he stroked me, we kissed more and more! More moaning, more passion! Two beasts relishing in our primal desires! I came to my climax first! Shooting my pent up ecstasy all over my chest! As I lay panting, my Candy Dragon burst forth his own load all over his fox prey-toy, covering me in his sticky spunk!
We then lay together and kissed softly, deeply, lovingly. Soon my mind slowly came back to this realm as we cleaned up, the fox and the dragon melted away under the warm spray of water as we bathed together. Two furries walked into the shower, and two human men walked out of it.
I sincerely look forward to our next beautiful encounter of deliciously sweet release!
Play Safely Dear Reader.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Dominating from the bottom
April 20th, 2015
My dear boy James came over this evening, when he arrived at the gate downstairs I greeted him with a long, deep kiss. The one that just melts the both of you into the warmth of one another. It has been a while since I have last seen him, and his large frame encompassing me was quite comforting and very relaxing. He truly is like my big teddy bear who gives me that wonderful physical and mental peace.
Once upstairs I ordered his clothes to come off, and I buckled my slave collar around his neck where it rightfully belonged. I stripped naked myself and we took our sweet time making out on the bed. I love the feeling of his soft lips on mine, he's a beautiful young man with an innocently soft smile. It really does hide his masochistic self, the one who begs Daddy to hurt him, to skull fuck him, to bite, spit, and subdue him.
As I looked into his soft brown eyes, I decided we would do things differently this evening. I rose from the bed, and turned out the lights. I then lit a candle nearby and sat down on the bed running my hand down his body. I told him that I wanted him to take the lead, I wanted him to make love to me this evening. He smiled and gladly accepted the proposition, he slid on his condom, we lubricated, and I took my place on my stomach upon the bed. He gently slid his wonderful manhood into my ass, and made gentle love to me.
He's very good, he went slow, earnestly, every thrust he gave me was honest, sincere, a true fuck from a boy who loves his Daddy. A form of respect and adoration. I could feel it in every inch of his throbbing dick that penetrated me. He gave it his all, and when he could no longer continue, I praised him for his lovemaking. Topping was somewhat unfamiliar for him, but he's very good even if he doesn't know or think he is.
We switched positions, I slid on the condom, and dripped the lube down his hairy crevice as well as generously slicking up my rubbered manhood. I savored the time I entered his hole, feeling his body give way and accept me, the warmth of his interior, the moan he sighed. I made sweet, gentle love to my boy, my teddy bear, I knew he knew of my love for him, my attraction to him, how much I enjoyed our time together, but I love to physically remind him...again, and again, and again.
I also love to remind him who is in charge. Who loves to play rough. Who his Daddy is, and where he belongs! My thrusts became harder, more and more intense! I drove and drilled into my boy's hole. Deeper! Deeper still! Harder! Faster! You're MY boy! You're MY teddy bear! Ravaging! Slamming! Pounding! Tearing into his body like a rabid animal! I was about to cum! I was going to explode! I snarled and exclaimed it as I burst inside of him! He moaned and thanked me as I did so!
Fuck...what a wonderful time we had. We lay there, sweating, panting, smiling and of course glowing with satisfaction. We cleansed each other in the shower soon after, dressed and treated ourselves to a dessert late in the night, then returned and came back to bed. Naked, close, and warm in embrace. We woke up still hugging, the way I love to start my day, in the arms of another man, especially one whom I respect and cherish very much as my submissive.
I love that boy.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
My dear boy James came over this evening, when he arrived at the gate downstairs I greeted him with a long, deep kiss. The one that just melts the both of you into the warmth of one another. It has been a while since I have last seen him, and his large frame encompassing me was quite comforting and very relaxing. He truly is like my big teddy bear who gives me that wonderful physical and mental peace.
Once upstairs I ordered his clothes to come off, and I buckled my slave collar around his neck where it rightfully belonged. I stripped naked myself and we took our sweet time making out on the bed. I love the feeling of his soft lips on mine, he's a beautiful young man with an innocently soft smile. It really does hide his masochistic self, the one who begs Daddy to hurt him, to skull fuck him, to bite, spit, and subdue him.
As I looked into his soft brown eyes, I decided we would do things differently this evening. I rose from the bed, and turned out the lights. I then lit a candle nearby and sat down on the bed running my hand down his body. I told him that I wanted him to take the lead, I wanted him to make love to me this evening. He smiled and gladly accepted the proposition, he slid on his condom, we lubricated, and I took my place on my stomach upon the bed. He gently slid his wonderful manhood into my ass, and made gentle love to me.
He's very good, he went slow, earnestly, every thrust he gave me was honest, sincere, a true fuck from a boy who loves his Daddy. A form of respect and adoration. I could feel it in every inch of his throbbing dick that penetrated me. He gave it his all, and when he could no longer continue, I praised him for his lovemaking. Topping was somewhat unfamiliar for him, but he's very good even if he doesn't know or think he is.
We switched positions, I slid on the condom, and dripped the lube down his hairy crevice as well as generously slicking up my rubbered manhood. I savored the time I entered his hole, feeling his body give way and accept me, the warmth of his interior, the moan he sighed. I made sweet, gentle love to my boy, my teddy bear, I knew he knew of my love for him, my attraction to him, how much I enjoyed our time together, but I love to physically remind him...again, and again, and again.
I also love to remind him who is in charge. Who loves to play rough. Who his Daddy is, and where he belongs! My thrusts became harder, more and more intense! I drove and drilled into my boy's hole. Deeper! Deeper still! Harder! Faster! You're MY boy! You're MY teddy bear! Ravaging! Slamming! Pounding! Tearing into his body like a rabid animal! I was about to cum! I was going to explode! I snarled and exclaimed it as I burst inside of him! He moaned and thanked me as I did so!
Fuck...what a wonderful time we had. We lay there, sweating, panting, smiling and of course glowing with satisfaction. We cleansed each other in the shower soon after, dressed and treated ourselves to a dessert late in the night, then returned and came back to bed. Naked, close, and warm in embrace. We woke up still hugging, the way I love to start my day, in the arms of another man, especially one whom I respect and cherish very much as my submissive.
I love that boy.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
A Night Too Awful to Forget
A note from the Leather Fox:
The following story you are about to read is an unusual post for me. Usually when it comes to my kink and fetish adventures I prefer to only share positive, fun, and exciting experiences with you, my dear readers. If I have a fairly dull, uneventful, or a bad time altogether I don't even bother writing it down in the diary I draw my posts from. However this experience was the first of its kind for me. I wouldn't expect you to get horny from this, but I do hope it entertains nonetheless.
February 24th, 2015
I was scheduled to meet a man I had talked to on Recon (his profile now long deleted since tonight), I changed into my leather gear, pulled on my Dehners, and put on my Muir cap as I headed out to the Mineshaft bar to meet him.
He was a nice enough guy at first, a bit older than I expected from his pictures, but pleasant. He generously bought me a few drinks, however he was a little pushy in conversation, he interrupted frequently but I let it slide due to his pleasant demeanor and generosity. He informed me that he had bound up his balls for my amusement and produced a strand of cord from his pants so I could tug on it to torture him. It was the first time I had been given that opportunity, and I enjoyed the idea, as well as pulling on his cord, secretly getting a bit of payback for his interruptions from before.
We finished our cocktails and he ordered us an Uber back to his hotel, we enter his room and he began to strip down. It was at this time that I happened to glance into his bathroom and noticed a shower shot portable enema device, still dripping wet. I found it odd as he insisted in our messages that there wouldn't be any anal play whatsoever. When I pressed him about it, he claimed he liked to have a clean ass. Huh. Whatever.
He then proudly showed me a shopping bag containing laundry cord, 100 clothespins, duct tape, and saran wrap, all of which he was very chatty about during our time at the bar. He said that I could have it all when we were finished, as he'd simply toss it after we were finished if I didn't. I found it incredibly wasteful.
When we finally did get down to play he didn't follow any of my orders whatsoever, he seemed to do what he thought I wanted instead of what I told him. Even after several reprimands he didn't get it, and I'm not one to mince words nor fluff them when it comes to my orders. This guy never once looked me in the eyes, and he would respond with the most scripted-sounding and insincere "Sir, yes Sir!" I've ever had the displeasure of receiving when I corrected him.
It was around this time I noticed a foul odor in the air, I shrugged it off and simply thought the guy just farted. I then had him lay on the bed, tied up his hands and legs then placed a few handfuls of clothespins around his chest and proceeded to flick them off after they began to pinch in hard. Call it spiteful, but I did receive some satisfaction from causing pain to this frustrating man, and for the first time I did so completely for my own enjoyment, and didn't even give half a thought towards his comfort or pleasure. I then untied him when I grew bored of this torture, and excused him to the bathroom when he asked.
I sat down and went into my thoughts as I waited for him to return. I decided I would take my leave soon as this night was not enjoyable for me in the least, but not before one final attempt at salvaging what shreds of pleasure I could. Turning the events over in my head I realized that this was never a mutual arrangement. From the start it was all about his benefit, the interruptions in conversation, me tying him up, me putting clothespins on his body, me taking home his scraps of toys when we were done like some cheap party favor. He was quite a selfish bottom and now it was my turn to be a selfish Top.
When he returned and knelt at my feet, I detected that terrible stench once more. It truly smelled like shit in the air. I wondered if he was just gassy, as he was an older man, and age isn't always graceful or kind to the body. I demanded a foot massage, and he began to obey, taking off my Dehners, my socks, and then proceeded to disappoint me once again by not massaging my feet as I had ordered, but rather tickling the soles of my feet with his tongue. I barked at him how to do it properly, and then he did so at first, but then returned to his idiotic behavior soon after. I was seriously bewildered with how stupid this man was. I was thankful I had the foresight not to order him to suck my dick as he was literally scraping my toes with his teeth! I glared at this man, wondering if he had even had sex in his life at all.
I was finally at the end of my patience and kindness. I told him I needed to leave, and he had to make good on his promise of calling me a ride home which we arranged during conversation earlier that evening. Instead, he jumped up on the bed and begged for more bondage and clothespin torture. I ignored him and quickly put my boots back on, while doing so I noticed something on the bed sheets. Odd brown marks that weren't there when we first came in. It was then the horrid stench in the air suddenly became worse that I realized what had just happened.
This son of a bitch just shit the bed!
I demanded that he call me a ride home, immediately. He finally seemed to obey but at this point I had no faith in him whatsoever. He got down off the bed, crawled over to one of his suitcases on the floor and rummaged through it to retrieve his phone, and in doing so confirmed my suspicions as he showed me his shit-smeared ass cheeks. He then abruptly changed his mind, replaced his phone in the bag, and went over to the table to retrieve his wallet. He returned to me on all fours, and presented me with a twenty dollar bill and told me that I could call for a cab from the front desk in the lobby.
Furious, disgusted, and nauseous with this horrible waste of my time and energy, I snatched the twenty from his fingers and left the room as quickly as possible, doing my best to avoid him touching my pants or boots on my way out. I decided to keep the $20.00 for myself as compensation for my miserable visit and walked home. I pulled out my phone and called up a friend of mine to tell him my story, as I could barely believe it just happened myself.
The people I truly feel sorry for in all of this is the poor hotel maid who had to discover those filthy sheets and put them in the laundry, as well as anyone who has the horrid luck of playing with him in the future. As for pitying the man, I had no sympathy, he made his bed and now had to sleep in it.
Play Safe Dear Reader...and don't put up with any shit.
The following story you are about to read is an unusual post for me. Usually when it comes to my kink and fetish adventures I prefer to only share positive, fun, and exciting experiences with you, my dear readers. If I have a fairly dull, uneventful, or a bad time altogether I don't even bother writing it down in the diary I draw my posts from. However this experience was the first of its kind for me. I wouldn't expect you to get horny from this, but I do hope it entertains nonetheless.
February 24th, 2015
I was scheduled to meet a man I had talked to on Recon (his profile now long deleted since tonight), I changed into my leather gear, pulled on my Dehners, and put on my Muir cap as I headed out to the Mineshaft bar to meet him.
He was a nice enough guy at first, a bit older than I expected from his pictures, but pleasant. He generously bought me a few drinks, however he was a little pushy in conversation, he interrupted frequently but I let it slide due to his pleasant demeanor and generosity. He informed me that he had bound up his balls for my amusement and produced a strand of cord from his pants so I could tug on it to torture him. It was the first time I had been given that opportunity, and I enjoyed the idea, as well as pulling on his cord, secretly getting a bit of payback for his interruptions from before.
We finished our cocktails and he ordered us an Uber back to his hotel, we enter his room and he began to strip down. It was at this time that I happened to glance into his bathroom and noticed a shower shot portable enema device, still dripping wet. I found it odd as he insisted in our messages that there wouldn't be any anal play whatsoever. When I pressed him about it, he claimed he liked to have a clean ass. Huh. Whatever.
He then proudly showed me a shopping bag containing laundry cord, 100 clothespins, duct tape, and saran wrap, all of which he was very chatty about during our time at the bar. He said that I could have it all when we were finished, as he'd simply toss it after we were finished if I didn't. I found it incredibly wasteful.
When we finally did get down to play he didn't follow any of my orders whatsoever, he seemed to do what he thought I wanted instead of what I told him. Even after several reprimands he didn't get it, and I'm not one to mince words nor fluff them when it comes to my orders. This guy never once looked me in the eyes, and he would respond with the most scripted-sounding and insincere "Sir, yes Sir!" I've ever had the displeasure of receiving when I corrected him.
It was around this time I noticed a foul odor in the air, I shrugged it off and simply thought the guy just farted. I then had him lay on the bed, tied up his hands and legs then placed a few handfuls of clothespins around his chest and proceeded to flick them off after they began to pinch in hard. Call it spiteful, but I did receive some satisfaction from causing pain to this frustrating man, and for the first time I did so completely for my own enjoyment, and didn't even give half a thought towards his comfort or pleasure. I then untied him when I grew bored of this torture, and excused him to the bathroom when he asked.
I sat down and went into my thoughts as I waited for him to return. I decided I would take my leave soon as this night was not enjoyable for me in the least, but not before one final attempt at salvaging what shreds of pleasure I could. Turning the events over in my head I realized that this was never a mutual arrangement. From the start it was all about his benefit, the interruptions in conversation, me tying him up, me putting clothespins on his body, me taking home his scraps of toys when we were done like some cheap party favor. He was quite a selfish bottom and now it was my turn to be a selfish Top.
When he returned and knelt at my feet, I detected that terrible stench once more. It truly smelled like shit in the air. I wondered if he was just gassy, as he was an older man, and age isn't always graceful or kind to the body. I demanded a foot massage, and he began to obey, taking off my Dehners, my socks, and then proceeded to disappoint me once again by not massaging my feet as I had ordered, but rather tickling the soles of my feet with his tongue. I barked at him how to do it properly, and then he did so at first, but then returned to his idiotic behavior soon after. I was seriously bewildered with how stupid this man was. I was thankful I had the foresight not to order him to suck my dick as he was literally scraping my toes with his teeth! I glared at this man, wondering if he had even had sex in his life at all.
I was finally at the end of my patience and kindness. I told him I needed to leave, and he had to make good on his promise of calling me a ride home which we arranged during conversation earlier that evening. Instead, he jumped up on the bed and begged for more bondage and clothespin torture. I ignored him and quickly put my boots back on, while doing so I noticed something on the bed sheets. Odd brown marks that weren't there when we first came in. It was then the horrid stench in the air suddenly became worse that I realized what had just happened.
This son of a bitch just shit the bed!
I demanded that he call me a ride home, immediately. He finally seemed to obey but at this point I had no faith in him whatsoever. He got down off the bed, crawled over to one of his suitcases on the floor and rummaged through it to retrieve his phone, and in doing so confirmed my suspicions as he showed me his shit-smeared ass cheeks. He then abruptly changed his mind, replaced his phone in the bag, and went over to the table to retrieve his wallet. He returned to me on all fours, and presented me with a twenty dollar bill and told me that I could call for a cab from the front desk in the lobby.
Furious, disgusted, and nauseous with this horrible waste of my time and energy, I snatched the twenty from his fingers and left the room as quickly as possible, doing my best to avoid him touching my pants or boots on my way out. I decided to keep the $20.00 for myself as compensation for my miserable visit and walked home. I pulled out my phone and called up a friend of mine to tell him my story, as I could barely believe it just happened myself.
The people I truly feel sorry for in all of this is the poor hotel maid who had to discover those filthy sheets and put them in the laundry, as well as anyone who has the horrid luck of playing with him in the future. As for pitying the man, I had no sympathy, he made his bed and now had to sleep in it.
Play Safe Dear Reader...and don't put up with any shit.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Smooth Muscle Loverboy
February 19th, 2015
This afternoon Joseph, that hunky crossfit boy, came over for some fun. He talked about some of the stress he'd been having in his life, and as he vented it out I had lead him to the shower and began to bathe him. I admired and washed his beautiful body as I lent my ear to his woes, once he had finished he was able to relax at last, and we kissed in the waters.
I dried us off and led him back to the bed where we cuddled skin to skin, very closely, my fingers running along his gorgeous body until we dozed off for a short light sleep with each other. I awoke a little while later and resumed my worship of his muscular form. Kissing, licking, massaging. I slipped a condom on his excited member and progressed my worship by sucking down his beautiful manhood. His moans of ecstasy and pleasure kept me going further to please him.
I smiled and said I wanted him inside me, for him to make love to me again. I lay down on the bed, clutching the pillows as he positioned himself behind me. He entered me, smoothly, softly, and as lovingly as our previous time together. Joseph's style couldn't be called fucking, he's too gentle, too smooth and fluid. He makes love. He made wondrous love to me. He told me how much he loves my hole, how horny I make him. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy. Joseph is a wonderful lover. When he cums I feel a warmth inside me, even his cum is gentle and smooth. I'd love to taste it someday, and have him shoot his load deep inside of me.
I had him stay inside of me so I could savor him longer. As we talked through the evening, he mentioned he would love to make this a regular weekly visit. I think my Thursdays are going to become a lot more fun!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
This afternoon Joseph, that hunky crossfit boy, came over for some fun. He talked about some of the stress he'd been having in his life, and as he vented it out I had lead him to the shower and began to bathe him. I admired and washed his beautiful body as I lent my ear to his woes, once he had finished he was able to relax at last, and we kissed in the waters.
I dried us off and led him back to the bed where we cuddled skin to skin, very closely, my fingers running along his gorgeous body until we dozed off for a short light sleep with each other. I awoke a little while later and resumed my worship of his muscular form. Kissing, licking, massaging. I slipped a condom on his excited member and progressed my worship by sucking down his beautiful manhood. His moans of ecstasy and pleasure kept me going further to please him.
I smiled and said I wanted him inside me, for him to make love to me again. I lay down on the bed, clutching the pillows as he positioned himself behind me. He entered me, smoothly, softly, and as lovingly as our previous time together. Joseph's style couldn't be called fucking, he's too gentle, too smooth and fluid. He makes love. He made wondrous love to me. He told me how much he loves my hole, how horny I make him. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy. Joseph is a wonderful lover. When he cums I feel a warmth inside me, even his cum is gentle and smooth. I'd love to taste it someday, and have him shoot his load deep inside of me.
I had him stay inside of me so I could savor him longer. As we talked through the evening, he mentioned he would love to make this a regular weekly visit. I think my Thursdays are going to become a lot more fun!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Roped and Ridden
February 16th, 2015
This afternoon, Sir John picked me up and took me over to his husband, Sir M.'s home in Irvine. After a small lunch, I was taken upstairs by Sir M. who dressed me in a wonderful neoprene one piece. It felt so lovely, the material hugging so tightly against my naked body.
From there, Sir M. began to bind me in his beloved Shibari rope, my hands tied behind me, the lengths of rope were wound, slipped about, and tightened all over my chest and back. It felt so intimate and relaxing, like a full body embrace, the release of control, the feeling of helplessness. He then bound my legs, guided me to the bed, and gently set me on top of it, hogtying my legs upward. He then gagged and blindfolded me. I was truly helpless now, and it felt great. I missed this feeling so much. I had never had Shibari on me before, and I loved the feeling of the thick ropes wound tightly around me, as well as being a canvas for rope art.
Sir M. then tortured me, paddling my balls with a padded paddle, running a vibrator over my crotch, making me moan, whimper, and squirm for his pleasure. I was so horny, I tried to hump the vibrator every time I was granted a brief sweet encounter.
He eventually released me from his beautiful and carefully bound ropework and transferred his willing prisoner into a leather straitjacket. He then guided me into the guest bedroom to put me to bed next to Sir John and headed downstairs to start dinner. I blissfully slipped into a short nap next to Sir John and loving the leather embrace of the straitjacket. Once I woke up, Sir John released me from my leather prison, as my mind had began to approach a panic point. I truly detest my odd claustrophobic anxiety, I'll be fine in the straitjacket for a while, but then out of nowhere the panic starts to creep up on my mind and I need release. It's ruined many a potentially fun scene for me.
Sir John slid a rubber on my dick and I felt him grease me up, soon I was entering his hole and Daddy was riding me! Fuck it was awesome! I love to fuck Sir John so much! He rode me for ages, I could feel myself closing in on an orgasm, but it was constantly out of reach! No matter how much I desperately bucked and thrust into him from underneath I came no closer to exploding, and I simply exhausted myself in the process.
My blindfold was removed and he dismounted me so I could fuck him properly. He bent over the bed and I wasted no time sliding inside of his sweet ass. I fucked him as hard as I could! I wanted to blow! I wanted to slam, thrust, pound, and ravage Daddy John's hole! I was so close for so long! I was so tired, but I refused to give up! Soon, it was finally time! Here it came! I blew my frustrating load as I loudly exclaimed my love for Daddy John! I love fucking you Sir! Your boy loves it all!
I collapsed completely exhausted, panting heavily, I couldn't even move, I swear even my vision blurred. Sir John smiled as he praised me before he headed to the bathroom to clean up. It took me a few minutes of catching my breath before I could move again and join him. He encouraged me to take a nap before dinner, which I gladly did, passing out in the neoprene suit in the guest bed.
A while later I regained consciousness and joined Sir M. in the kitchen, and when Sir John rejoined us from running an errand at the market we sat down to dinner. Sir M. had made "Cock-a-leekie pie", which Sir M. had perverted to "Leaky Cock Pie", and had a cutout of a dripping dick on the top of the crust.
I love my kinky friends.
After dinner we retired to bed, and so ended a wonderful and enjoyable visit.
Play Safe Dear Reader
This afternoon, Sir John picked me up and took me over to his husband, Sir M.'s home in Irvine. After a small lunch, I was taken upstairs by Sir M. who dressed me in a wonderful neoprene one piece. It felt so lovely, the material hugging so tightly against my naked body.
From there, Sir M. began to bind me in his beloved Shibari rope, my hands tied behind me, the lengths of rope were wound, slipped about, and tightened all over my chest and back. It felt so intimate and relaxing, like a full body embrace, the release of control, the feeling of helplessness. He then bound my legs, guided me to the bed, and gently set me on top of it, hogtying my legs upward. He then gagged and blindfolded me. I was truly helpless now, and it felt great. I missed this feeling so much. I had never had Shibari on me before, and I loved the feeling of the thick ropes wound tightly around me, as well as being a canvas for rope art.
Sir M. then tortured me, paddling my balls with a padded paddle, running a vibrator over my crotch, making me moan, whimper, and squirm for his pleasure. I was so horny, I tried to hump the vibrator every time I was granted a brief sweet encounter.
He eventually released me from his beautiful and carefully bound ropework and transferred his willing prisoner into a leather straitjacket. He then guided me into the guest bedroom to put me to bed next to Sir John and headed downstairs to start dinner. I blissfully slipped into a short nap next to Sir John and loving the leather embrace of the straitjacket. Once I woke up, Sir John released me from my leather prison, as my mind had began to approach a panic point. I truly detest my odd claustrophobic anxiety, I'll be fine in the straitjacket for a while, but then out of nowhere the panic starts to creep up on my mind and I need release. It's ruined many a potentially fun scene for me.
Sir John slid a rubber on my dick and I felt him grease me up, soon I was entering his hole and Daddy was riding me! Fuck it was awesome! I love to fuck Sir John so much! He rode me for ages, I could feel myself closing in on an orgasm, but it was constantly out of reach! No matter how much I desperately bucked and thrust into him from underneath I came no closer to exploding, and I simply exhausted myself in the process.
My blindfold was removed and he dismounted me so I could fuck him properly. He bent over the bed and I wasted no time sliding inside of his sweet ass. I fucked him as hard as I could! I wanted to blow! I wanted to slam, thrust, pound, and ravage Daddy John's hole! I was so close for so long! I was so tired, but I refused to give up! Soon, it was finally time! Here it came! I blew my frustrating load as I loudly exclaimed my love for Daddy John! I love fucking you Sir! Your boy loves it all!
I collapsed completely exhausted, panting heavily, I couldn't even move, I swear even my vision blurred. Sir John smiled as he praised me before he headed to the bathroom to clean up. It took me a few minutes of catching my breath before I could move again and join him. He encouraged me to take a nap before dinner, which I gladly did, passing out in the neoprene suit in the guest bed.
A while later I regained consciousness and joined Sir M. in the kitchen, and when Sir John rejoined us from running an errand at the market we sat down to dinner. Sir M. had made "Cock-a-leekie pie", which Sir M. had perverted to "Leaky Cock Pie", and had a cutout of a dripping dick on the top of the crust.
I love my kinky friends.
After dinner we retired to bed, and so ended a wonderful and enjoyable visit.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Yearning to be a Daddy's boy.
January 26th, 2015
Tonight I met the handsome and wonderful Darrin Wilde, following our initial meeting at Pistons a few weeks ago. We had dinner at Thai Silk and enjoyed a beautiful meal together, he's such a gentleman and he generously treated me. We had fantastic coversation which led to us having a drink at the Brit just down the street. Our talk meandered its way to kink and fetishes and I confessed my deep-seeded desire for a Daddy, as much as I do enjoy being dominant, I love being submissive to a gentleman who wants to nurture a boy.
He ushered me into his lap and it felt wonderful. He whispered he wanted to continue, but without an audience, I said we could head over to my place. Once I shut the front door behind us he kissed me so gently and kindly. He whispered things into my ear so softly I could barely hear them. He knew I needed a Daddy, he knew I needed to relax. He encouraged me towards my bed where he took control and became Daddy Darrin.
He cuddled, kissed, then he massaged me and went good and slow, relaxing me deeply to my core. It was such bliss. He then uttered the words my heart loved and yearned to hear,
"You need a Daddy to take care of you." "Everything is going to be okay."
His beautiful words, and wonderful hands did a great deal of good on my body and mind. He soon had me stripped down to my harness, leather jock, and boots. He continued his massage and eventually my body was bare and vulnerable. He drizzled lube on my manhood then stroked me lovingly slow. He slid a finger into my boyhole, gently at first, then deeper, slightly more aggressively, all while stroking me. The combination was incredible! I didn't want him to stop! I was Daddy's boy toy! I was writhing in ecstasy with Daddy Darrin playing with me! He soon joined me in the bed, arm under my back, cradling me close to him.
"Shoot your load for Daddy."
I stroked myself to climax, and shot my big load just for Daddy! He was very happy with it, and was so kind to wipe me down. Sadly he could not stay much longer, having an early morning, so he took his leave, but he left me with a feeling of warmth and care.
I'm looking forward to being at Daddy Darrin's boots again very soon! I want to show him how much his love is appreciated!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tonight I met the handsome and wonderful Darrin Wilde, following our initial meeting at Pistons a few weeks ago. We had dinner at Thai Silk and enjoyed a beautiful meal together, he's such a gentleman and he generously treated me. We had fantastic coversation which led to us having a drink at the Brit just down the street. Our talk meandered its way to kink and fetishes and I confessed my deep-seeded desire for a Daddy, as much as I do enjoy being dominant, I love being submissive to a gentleman who wants to nurture a boy.
He ushered me into his lap and it felt wonderful. He whispered he wanted to continue, but without an audience, I said we could head over to my place. Once I shut the front door behind us he kissed me so gently and kindly. He whispered things into my ear so softly I could barely hear them. He knew I needed a Daddy, he knew I needed to relax. He encouraged me towards my bed where he took control and became Daddy Darrin.
He cuddled, kissed, then he massaged me and went good and slow, relaxing me deeply to my core. It was such bliss. He then uttered the words my heart loved and yearned to hear,
"You need a Daddy to take care of you." "Everything is going to be okay."
His beautiful words, and wonderful hands did a great deal of good on my body and mind. He soon had me stripped down to my harness, leather jock, and boots. He continued his massage and eventually my body was bare and vulnerable. He drizzled lube on my manhood then stroked me lovingly slow. He slid a finger into my boyhole, gently at first, then deeper, slightly more aggressively, all while stroking me. The combination was incredible! I didn't want him to stop! I was Daddy's boy toy! I was writhing in ecstasy with Daddy Darrin playing with me! He soon joined me in the bed, arm under my back, cradling me close to him.
"Shoot your load for Daddy."
I stroked myself to climax, and shot my big load just for Daddy! He was very happy with it, and was so kind to wipe me down. Sadly he could not stay much longer, having an early morning, so he took his leave, but he left me with a feeling of warmth and care.
I'm looking forward to being at Daddy Darrin's boots again very soon! I want to show him how much his love is appreciated!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Saturday, July 18, 2015
My Personal Army Grunt
January 21st, 2015
My army slave boy arrived this afternoon to assist me in moving some furniture from my puppy's apartment to mine. He's an adorable young man who needs a good hard fucking into submission. I put him in my collar, stripped him nude, and he and I cuddled up close for a quick nap at my place after moving the heavy stuff.
We shared a lovely day together , going out on a few errands, one of which brought us to ConRev on Broadway picking up some essentials for the evening. When I got his sweet little ass back to my apartment, I got him into the shower, down on his knees and skullfucked him. I really felt the dominant energy start to flow like the hot water drenching us. Listening to a boy gag helplessly on my cock, especially this one, is such a turn on! I asked him if he was okay, as he kept having to turn away, he told me that it was because my dick was so big.
I told him that it was a fine excuse, and continued to fuck his sweet mouth until I was satisfied, going with his pace, and grinning twice as big.
We dried off, and headed to my bedroom where I threw him on his stomach on the bed, lubed his hole up, slid on my rubber, and ravaged my hot little army boy slave! Fuck it felt so damn good, I couldn't help but blow my load soon after! I plan on drawing it all out a lot more next time I have him in my possession. We got dressed and enjoyed a warm cuddle afterward, then headed to an enjoyable dinner before he dropped me off at home and we said goodnight.
The boy is a busy young man, but so deliciously worth the waiting periods between our encounters. I plan on him bringing his full uniform next, so I can really support my trooper. You know I love my men in uniform.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
My army slave boy arrived this afternoon to assist me in moving some furniture from my puppy's apartment to mine. He's an adorable young man who needs a good hard fucking into submission. I put him in my collar, stripped him nude, and he and I cuddled up close for a quick nap at my place after moving the heavy stuff.
We shared a lovely day together , going out on a few errands, one of which brought us to ConRev on Broadway picking up some essentials for the evening. When I got his sweet little ass back to my apartment, I got him into the shower, down on his knees and skullfucked him. I really felt the dominant energy start to flow like the hot water drenching us. Listening to a boy gag helplessly on my cock, especially this one, is such a turn on! I asked him if he was okay, as he kept having to turn away, he told me that it was because my dick was so big.
I told him that it was a fine excuse, and continued to fuck his sweet mouth until I was satisfied, going with his pace, and grinning twice as big.
We dried off, and headed to my bedroom where I threw him on his stomach on the bed, lubed his hole up, slid on my rubber, and ravaged my hot little army boy slave! Fuck it felt so damn good, I couldn't help but blow my load soon after! I plan on drawing it all out a lot more next time I have him in my possession. We got dressed and enjoyed a warm cuddle afterward, then headed to an enjoyable dinner before he dropped me off at home and we said goodnight.
The boy is a busy young man, but so deliciously worth the waiting periods between our encounters. I plan on him bringing his full uniform next, so I can really support my trooper. You know I love my men in uniform.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
One Busy Kinky Evening
January 19th, 2015
Today my sweet teddy bear boy, James came up to have fun and we had quite a little active day together!
First stop was the Crest bar for a bit of their BBQ and a beer. I met up with my good friend Michael there, and we touched base about a few things, including a hike into the mountains. You never know what kind of fun can happen in the middle of nowhere, it's a bit of a fantasy I'm looking to live out someday.
From there we headed up to meet the creator of a certain little place called "The Stable", which my friend Joel put me in contact with the owner of. This gentleman had his own private playspace, and had held a party for one of the kink groups in Los Angeles, and from the cock-hardening description Joel had given me, I had to meet this person, and see his little playground.
We arrived in front of a blank wall with only a faint outline of a door, a display of subtlety I admire. This really started to feel like an exclusive club that some powerful secret society that were known from those tales woven by conspiracy theorists would meet inside. I buzzed the doorbell, and we were met by a very handsome man in leather, Daniel. He invited us inside to the main room, an industrial modern space, couches, a small bar, and lots of masculine sexual decor like gasmasks, motorcycle helmets, and an air that was thick with the words "A kinky bastard made this".
Daniel was an incredible guy, a gentleman (manners are never out of style, and always incredibly sexy), a leatherman, a real kinky man's man. This guy has quite an imagination, and a hoard of ideas that made me envious I hadn't ever thought of them, and slapped me with the harsh truth that I don't even know the first thing about thinking outside the box. He generously showed us around his masterpiece, and I don't just fling that compliment around lightly, he had created a very modern and classy exterior which hid depravity and hypermasculine sexual deviancy in cozy, intimate rooms. Slings, of course, in every square room, chain link fencing in one, bootblacking chairs in the next, camo netting on the ceiling in another. Not a large space, but more cozy, a good size for a private, exclusive group to get together and let their inhibitions blow away with the cigar smoke and moans on the wind.
I definitely look forward to having a personal night together with this man, and really getting to know him and his beautifully corrupt imagination!
After thanking him for the tour, my boy James and I headed back to my apartment and changed gear. I grabbed a bit of rope, and a few hankies, then we headed up to the LA Eagle. Along the way up I got into contact with Sir John and let him know we were on the way in case he needed to get out of the house and wanted a good excuse. He met up with us a little bit after James and I had arrived at the bar, and James had grabbed me a drink.
The three of us went into the back bar with the chain spiderweb, and I ordered James to take his shirt off. I then blindfolded my teddy bear and pushed him up against the web. Around this point, Sir Jon took the lead, brought out his own ropes to tie and secure the boy to the cold chain web. I sipped at my drink as I watched Sir Jon had his way with my boy, pinching, slapping, pounding and abusing him in good, old-fashioned sadistic fun.
I was only too happy to lend him my sweet teddy bear, as I love to share my toys with my dear and trusted friends. I smiled as I began to think of how deliciously steamy it would be to watch my boy get his tender little ass rammed by Sir Daddy Jon in the future, and what beautiful music the boy's moans and screams would make through a gag stuffed in his mouth.
The evening drifted onward as such, and a small audience came and went as we toyed with my dear James. Public play really draws at my sadistic and playful side, it's the spotlight effect. Once we were satiated, and the boy released, grinning ear to ear, we packed up and said our goodbyes. Arriving home at my apartment, I eagerly stripped him naked and had my way with him. I made good, hard love to his sweet ass. Aggressively shoving my cock deep into his wonderful boy hole, no waiting, no foreplay, I wanted it right now! A damn fine ramming! He loves it, as do I when he grunts and gasps his gratitude to Daddy! I burst inside him, panting. I collapsed onto his back, both of us sweaty and very happy.
I was grinning all the while, thinking how hot it will be when I can get a group of my close friends together to use him all at once! My teddy bear likes the idea too!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Today my sweet teddy bear boy, James came up to have fun and we had quite a little active day together!
First stop was the Crest bar for a bit of their BBQ and a beer. I met up with my good friend Michael there, and we touched base about a few things, including a hike into the mountains. You never know what kind of fun can happen in the middle of nowhere, it's a bit of a fantasy I'm looking to live out someday.
From there we headed up to meet the creator of a certain little place called "The Stable", which my friend Joel put me in contact with the owner of. This gentleman had his own private playspace, and had held a party for one of the kink groups in Los Angeles, and from the cock-hardening description Joel had given me, I had to meet this person, and see his little playground.
We arrived in front of a blank wall with only a faint outline of a door, a display of subtlety I admire. This really started to feel like an exclusive club that some powerful secret society that were known from those tales woven by conspiracy theorists would meet inside. I buzzed the doorbell, and we were met by a very handsome man in leather, Daniel. He invited us inside to the main room, an industrial modern space, couches, a small bar, and lots of masculine sexual decor like gasmasks, motorcycle helmets, and an air that was thick with the words "A kinky bastard made this".
Daniel was an incredible guy, a gentleman (manners are never out of style, and always incredibly sexy), a leatherman, a real kinky man's man. This guy has quite an imagination, and a hoard of ideas that made me envious I hadn't ever thought of them, and slapped me with the harsh truth that I don't even know the first thing about thinking outside the box. He generously showed us around his masterpiece, and I don't just fling that compliment around lightly, he had created a very modern and classy exterior which hid depravity and hypermasculine sexual deviancy in cozy, intimate rooms. Slings, of course, in every square room, chain link fencing in one, bootblacking chairs in the next, camo netting on the ceiling in another. Not a large space, but more cozy, a good size for a private, exclusive group to get together and let their inhibitions blow away with the cigar smoke and moans on the wind.
I definitely look forward to having a personal night together with this man, and really getting to know him and his beautifully corrupt imagination!
After thanking him for the tour, my boy James and I headed back to my apartment and changed gear. I grabbed a bit of rope, and a few hankies, then we headed up to the LA Eagle. Along the way up I got into contact with Sir John and let him know we were on the way in case he needed to get out of the house and wanted a good excuse. He met up with us a little bit after James and I had arrived at the bar, and James had grabbed me a drink.
The three of us went into the back bar with the chain spiderweb, and I ordered James to take his shirt off. I then blindfolded my teddy bear and pushed him up against the web. Around this point, Sir Jon took the lead, brought out his own ropes to tie and secure the boy to the cold chain web. I sipped at my drink as I watched Sir Jon had his way with my boy, pinching, slapping, pounding and abusing him in good, old-fashioned sadistic fun.
I was only too happy to lend him my sweet teddy bear, as I love to share my toys with my dear and trusted friends. I smiled as I began to think of how deliciously steamy it would be to watch my boy get his tender little ass rammed by Sir Daddy Jon in the future, and what beautiful music the boy's moans and screams would make through a gag stuffed in his mouth.
The evening drifted onward as such, and a small audience came and went as we toyed with my dear James. Public play really draws at my sadistic and playful side, it's the spotlight effect. Once we were satiated, and the boy released, grinning ear to ear, we packed up and said our goodbyes. Arriving home at my apartment, I eagerly stripped him naked and had my way with him. I made good, hard love to his sweet ass. Aggressively shoving my cock deep into his wonderful boy hole, no waiting, no foreplay, I wanted it right now! A damn fine ramming! He loves it, as do I when he grunts and gasps his gratitude to Daddy! I burst inside him, panting. I collapsed onto his back, both of us sweaty and very happy.
I was grinning all the while, thinking how hot it will be when I can get a group of my close friends together to use him all at once! My teddy bear likes the idea too!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Taking Two for the Team
January 9th, 2015
Tonight Sir Donny picked me up and we headed back to his place to gear up for the night. I was already set in my leather vest, pants, Dehners, and Muir Cap, as well as sporting my red fox tail from my belt. We were simply waiting on his husband and an additional guest to join us for the evening.
Once his husband arrived we headed upstairs for them to gear up, and we talked a little while before we all began to feel frisky, the topic of me staying over to bone came up, then Sir Donny asked his husband if he wanted to spit roast me. The materials came out, my pants were yanked down, and Sir Donny thrusted his monster manhood into my mouth as his husband slides easily into my hole. I'd been waiting for this wonderful situation to come about for a good long time, being the boy toy for these two incredibly sexy men!
As his husband slammed and pounded my eager hole, Sir Donny shoved his massive manhood as far down my throat as it would go, and I loved every moment of it! Soon his husband gave a final thrust so deep into my boy hole that I could feel him throbbing as he climaxed with a great moan. Fuck yes! Panting, his husband slid out of me, and Sir Donny took his position behind me. He lubed up his cock, lubed up my hole, and FILLED me with his giant member! Fuck, I felt my ass stretch to take every inch of his cock, and it hurt so good!
Every thrust reminded me I was his center! I was his locker room bitch, his prize for winning the game! I dream of us living out that fantasy, in a real locker room, in our football gear, he ties me to the bench and uses my ass for his victory fuck! He wrapped his big arms around me and thrust! I wanted it all! He finally reached his climax and growled in my ear like the beast he is! Fuck yes, SIR!
He left me blissfully on the bed, panting, worn out, and deeply grateful to be the boy toy that night for two amazing gentlemen. I didn't even desire to cum myself, I was so happy already! I wiped down and got back into my leather, just as our guest arrived for our night out at the Eagle.
Tonight Sir Donny picked me up and we headed back to his place to gear up for the night. I was already set in my leather vest, pants, Dehners, and Muir Cap, as well as sporting my red fox tail from my belt. We were simply waiting on his husband and an additional guest to join us for the evening.
Once his husband arrived we headed upstairs for them to gear up, and we talked a little while before we all began to feel frisky, the topic of me staying over to bone came up, then Sir Donny asked his husband if he wanted to spit roast me. The materials came out, my pants were yanked down, and Sir Donny thrusted his monster manhood into my mouth as his husband slides easily into my hole. I'd been waiting for this wonderful situation to come about for a good long time, being the boy toy for these two incredibly sexy men!
As his husband slammed and pounded my eager hole, Sir Donny shoved his massive manhood as far down my throat as it would go, and I loved every moment of it! Soon his husband gave a final thrust so deep into my boy hole that I could feel him throbbing as he climaxed with a great moan. Fuck yes! Panting, his husband slid out of me, and Sir Donny took his position behind me. He lubed up his cock, lubed up my hole, and FILLED me with his giant member! Fuck, I felt my ass stretch to take every inch of his cock, and it hurt so good!
Every thrust reminded me I was his center! I was his locker room bitch, his prize for winning the game! I dream of us living out that fantasy, in a real locker room, in our football gear, he ties me to the bench and uses my ass for his victory fuck! He wrapped his big arms around me and thrust! I wanted it all! He finally reached his climax and growled in my ear like the beast he is! Fuck yes, SIR!
He left me blissfully on the bed, panting, worn out, and deeply grateful to be the boy toy that night for two amazing gentlemen. I didn't even desire to cum myself, I was so happy already! I wiped down and got back into my leather, just as our guest arrived for our night out at the Eagle.
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