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.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
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!
I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! HARDER! DEEPER! USE ME! I’M YOUR BOYTOY! YES DADDY SIR!
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.
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!
I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! HARDER! DEEPER! USE ME! I’M YOUR BOYTOY! YES DADDY SIR!
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.
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.
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.
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 Rick 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 Rick'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.
Rick 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...
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 Rick, 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.
Rick 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. Rick 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.
I met with Rick 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 Rick'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.
Rick 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 Rick, 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.
Rick 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. Rick 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.
Friday, April 7, 2017
Persistence and Perseverance
July 27th, 2016
This morning Daddy Jon came over for a visit. We sat on the couch and talked for a short while before making out and getting good and riled up! We moved to my bedroom where I changed into my leather jock and more making out with this tall, handsome man followed soon after.
He fetched his ropes out of my bag, much to my excited delight, and begins to tie me up and render me happy and helpless to his desire. I missed his bondage so very much. Midway through roping me, he stops to shove his tongue down my throat in more passionate kissing before resuming restraining me. Once he's finished, he gags me and blindfolds me with bandannas. In my darkness I feel the cool, generous slather of lube on my ass. I was brimming with eager anticipation and my patience was rewarded by the thick presence of his beautiful cock in my boyhole!
He started slow, each of us savoring the other's body, he broke pace and then let me have it fast and hard! Pounding me ruthlessly as we both enjoyed so much, so many times before! He halts suddenly in order to prevent the experience from ending too early, he changes my position, ungagging me before resuming his assault on my ass, slamming my hole while I grunt gratefully for his dick. He slows down again before his climax, and we have a small intermission, panting and catching our breath. My ass has that familiar feeling as if it were glowing red with soreness.
Daddy Jon is ready once more and changes up my ropes before absolutely going ballistic on my ass, I'm gritting my teeth in pain and pleasure! Another break, and he changes out his condom for some fresh traction. Phase 4 is online, slamming, fucking, thrusting! When he stops, I'm almost grateful for the break, as my poor foxhole is throbbing sore from the intense power of his slender manhood! He releases me from my ropes and follows up with more of my favorite passion of deep kissing before we both collapse in cold sweats.
We rest and happily share some pillow talk, cuddle up close, and of course keep kissing because damn I love those lips of his and the feeling of his tongue in my mouth! Soon he slides a condom on my own excited dick, lubes up my member, and maneuvers to sit on me. I savor the feeling of my cock sliding slowly up his manhole. He rides me, gyrating his hips as I thrust upward into him, eager to get every inch of myself inside, all while looking deeply into his eyes. I love this man so much, and couldn't be happier with him as a Daddy of mine.
I swap positions and I take my favorite form, mounting from the rear in my favorite fuckstyle: Humping Fox! I proceed to fuck his sweet, deep ass as hard and as furiously as possible. However, no matter how much passion I put forth in each thrust, or as close as I can feel my body reaching the peak of ecstasy, I am damned to not cum! It's like a curse and it's beyond the realm of frustration! I MUST FINISH! I make another attempt, but I simply fruitlessly exhaust myself, and slump over his back which is also covered in cold sweat. He collapses under me and we lay panting on my bed. I roll over and he praises my persistence, then inquires on the condition of my ass. I reply with a tired smile, and willingly admit that I could happily suffer another good pounding.
No sooner does my sentence finish, that Daddy Jon is already rubbered, lubed, and ready to wreck me. I'm on my stomach again, pillow firmly stuffed in my mouth, I'm screaming my moans into its feathery core as he slams, thrusts, drills, and pounds my poor foxhole that I'm convinced this is the day he fucks me until I bleed! Sadly he cannot climax at all either, well I'll be damned if I'm going to let him go without shooting his load proper. I rid him of the condom, lube up his dick, and work his manhood as much as possible! I wanted that cum!
With a great series of moans, he shot his hot load all over me, just how I love it! A fresh, warm load from Daddy Jon's cock splattering all over my sweaty chest! Yes, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!
Thoroughly spent, we rest once more in our exhausted afterglow before moving to the shower for a most lovely cleansing, then after getting dressed we bid each other a loving farewell.
As I watched him drive off, I felt the glow of my sore ass, the feeling of his lips on mine, and thought of how much I really wanted to suck down a load of his hot seed one enchanted evening, and really have him deep inside me.
Play Safe, Dear Reader
This morning Daddy Jon came over for a visit. We sat on the couch and talked for a short while before making out and getting good and riled up! We moved to my bedroom where I changed into my leather jock and more making out with this tall, handsome man followed soon after.
He fetched his ropes out of my bag, much to my excited delight, and begins to tie me up and render me happy and helpless to his desire. I missed his bondage so very much. Midway through roping me, he stops to shove his tongue down my throat in more passionate kissing before resuming restraining me. Once he's finished, he gags me and blindfolds me with bandannas. In my darkness I feel the cool, generous slather of lube on my ass. I was brimming with eager anticipation and my patience was rewarded by the thick presence of his beautiful cock in my boyhole!
He started slow, each of us savoring the other's body, he broke pace and then let me have it fast and hard! Pounding me ruthlessly as we both enjoyed so much, so many times before! He halts suddenly in order to prevent the experience from ending too early, he changes my position, ungagging me before resuming his assault on my ass, slamming my hole while I grunt gratefully for his dick. He slows down again before his climax, and we have a small intermission, panting and catching our breath. My ass has that familiar feeling as if it were glowing red with soreness.
Daddy Jon is ready once more and changes up my ropes before absolutely going ballistic on my ass, I'm gritting my teeth in pain and pleasure! Another break, and he changes out his condom for some fresh traction. Phase 4 is online, slamming, fucking, thrusting! When he stops, I'm almost grateful for the break, as my poor foxhole is throbbing sore from the intense power of his slender manhood! He releases me from my ropes and follows up with more of my favorite passion of deep kissing before we both collapse in cold sweats.
We rest and happily share some pillow talk, cuddle up close, and of course keep kissing because damn I love those lips of his and the feeling of his tongue in my mouth! Soon he slides a condom on my own excited dick, lubes up my member, and maneuvers to sit on me. I savor the feeling of my cock sliding slowly up his manhole. He rides me, gyrating his hips as I thrust upward into him, eager to get every inch of myself inside, all while looking deeply into his eyes. I love this man so much, and couldn't be happier with him as a Daddy of mine.
I swap positions and I take my favorite form, mounting from the rear in my favorite fuckstyle: Humping Fox! I proceed to fuck his sweet, deep ass as hard and as furiously as possible. However, no matter how much passion I put forth in each thrust, or as close as I can feel my body reaching the peak of ecstasy, I am damned to not cum! It's like a curse and it's beyond the realm of frustration! I MUST FINISH! I make another attempt, but I simply fruitlessly exhaust myself, and slump over his back which is also covered in cold sweat. He collapses under me and we lay panting on my bed. I roll over and he praises my persistence, then inquires on the condition of my ass. I reply with a tired smile, and willingly admit that I could happily suffer another good pounding.
No sooner does my sentence finish, that Daddy Jon is already rubbered, lubed, and ready to wreck me. I'm on my stomach again, pillow firmly stuffed in my mouth, I'm screaming my moans into its feathery core as he slams, thrusts, drills, and pounds my poor foxhole that I'm convinced this is the day he fucks me until I bleed! Sadly he cannot climax at all either, well I'll be damned if I'm going to let him go without shooting his load proper. I rid him of the condom, lube up his dick, and work his manhood as much as possible! I wanted that cum!
With a great series of moans, he shot his hot load all over me, just how I love it! A fresh, warm load from Daddy Jon's cock splattering all over my sweaty chest! Yes, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!
Thoroughly spent, we rest once more in our exhausted afterglow before moving to the shower for a most lovely cleansing, then after getting dressed we bid each other a loving farewell.
As I watched him drive off, I felt the glow of my sore ass, the feeling of his lips on mine, and thought of how much I really wanted to suck down a load of his hot seed one enchanted evening, and really have him deep inside me.
Play Safe, Dear Reader
Friday, September 23, 2016
Fox in a Red Lit Room
June 18th, 2016
Tonight I was the guest of two friends of mine who hold a somewhat regular fisting party in their garage playspace. I had been staying the weekend for some much-needed time away from home. This evening once the party had began, I was able to reconnect with the beautiful Nigel, a handsome gentleman I had met at a fisting party a few years prior. He asked me if I was planning on playing tonight, and I hadn't considered bottoming yet, but the offer excited me so I happily accepted.
One swift shower later, I was in my leather harness, jockstrap, and boots, ready for fun! We headed into the playroom, a garage converted into a seedy, red-lit, fisting dungeon with plenty of slings and well-stocked supplies. Nigel ushers me into a sling, my boots in the stirrups, my palms clenching the cold chains, and experiencing that wonderful sensation of being in what feels like my rightful place. Nigel is a masterful top, taking very good and gentle care of me, opening my hole, ordering me to relax and let him do the work. I have no idea what he is doing at any given time but he compliments me on my hole being "so convenient" and praises me for my excellent submission as well as my ability to take it all without poppers. I'm thrilled that my body would be simple and easy to work with, I am a people-pleaser type of guy.
The feeling of being fisted is so intense and powerful, as well as ridiculously horny and erotic as all hell! Like being fucked, but in a different way, having someone inside of you just is in a class of its own! At one point he mentioned that he had a total of six fingers inside of me at once! It blew my fucking mind! Six!? Here I thought I was nowhere near that kind of ability!
We soon got me down, as my hole had reached its limit for funishment, and we then swapped places. Nigel jumped into the sling, and I gloved and greased him up! As he had already played earlier in the evening, his hole was already smooth and loosened up quite a bit, he then requested I "be aggressive" and you know I gladly complied with that request! At first I romanced and teased his lovely hole with slippery gloved fingers before I went all the way inside! I was met with little resistance, and more encouragement, and soon I was up to my elbow in this gorgeous man's ass!
It was here that I felt his heart beating, not just the pulse, but the actual, throbbing, pumping, beating organ just mere inches away from my fingertips! I was so overwhelmed with emotions, I was incredibly deep inside of this wonderful person, it felt so personal, so private, so erotic, so special, and the amounts of ecstasy I was giving him just by being present so deeply inside of him made me feel so incredible being the provider. Our play continued, my gaze upon in face and in his eyes unbroken until he admitted he could endure no more. I was simply blown away by the entire experience! What a fantastic kink fisting is!
We cleaned up our station in the playroom, wiped down and sanitized what was necessary, picked up and threw away our garbage, then wiped ourselves down and spent some afterglow time together until we wandered into different directions.
I spent the remainder of the evening talking, flirting, and collecting numbers for future fun, while Nigel spent a good amount of time in the playroom basking in the red light, his moans of ecstasy joining the others from the adjacent slings. Before he left, I walked Nigel to his car and we talked about him having me over to his own dungeon for some more intimate fun. My heart leaped! I accepted at once, and made sure that there was no misunderstanding of my true desire to see him again!
He is so sweet and so lovely a man, I cannot wait to be so deep inside of his beautiful body once more!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tonight I was the guest of two friends of mine who hold a somewhat regular fisting party in their garage playspace. I had been staying the weekend for some much-needed time away from home. This evening once the party had began, I was able to reconnect with the beautiful Nigel, a handsome gentleman I had met at a fisting party a few years prior. He asked me if I was planning on playing tonight, and I hadn't considered bottoming yet, but the offer excited me so I happily accepted.
One swift shower later, I was in my leather harness, jockstrap, and boots, ready for fun! We headed into the playroom, a garage converted into a seedy, red-lit, fisting dungeon with plenty of slings and well-stocked supplies. Nigel ushers me into a sling, my boots in the stirrups, my palms clenching the cold chains, and experiencing that wonderful sensation of being in what feels like my rightful place. Nigel is a masterful top, taking very good and gentle care of me, opening my hole, ordering me to relax and let him do the work. I have no idea what he is doing at any given time but he compliments me on my hole being "so convenient" and praises me for my excellent submission as well as my ability to take it all without poppers. I'm thrilled that my body would be simple and easy to work with, I am a people-pleaser type of guy.
The feeling of being fisted is so intense and powerful, as well as ridiculously horny and erotic as all hell! Like being fucked, but in a different way, having someone inside of you just is in a class of its own! At one point he mentioned that he had a total of six fingers inside of me at once! It blew my fucking mind! Six!? Here I thought I was nowhere near that kind of ability!
We soon got me down, as my hole had reached its limit for funishment, and we then swapped places. Nigel jumped into the sling, and I gloved and greased him up! As he had already played earlier in the evening, his hole was already smooth and loosened up quite a bit, he then requested I "be aggressive" and you know I gladly complied with that request! At first I romanced and teased his lovely hole with slippery gloved fingers before I went all the way inside! I was met with little resistance, and more encouragement, and soon I was up to my elbow in this gorgeous man's ass!
It was here that I felt his heart beating, not just the pulse, but the actual, throbbing, pumping, beating organ just mere inches away from my fingertips! I was so overwhelmed with emotions, I was incredibly deep inside of this wonderful person, it felt so personal, so private, so erotic, so special, and the amounts of ecstasy I was giving him just by being present so deeply inside of him made me feel so incredible being the provider. Our play continued, my gaze upon in face and in his eyes unbroken until he admitted he could endure no more. I was simply blown away by the entire experience! What a fantastic kink fisting is!
We cleaned up our station in the playroom, wiped down and sanitized what was necessary, picked up and threw away our garbage, then wiped ourselves down and spent some afterglow time together until we wandered into different directions.
I spent the remainder of the evening talking, flirting, and collecting numbers for future fun, while Nigel spent a good amount of time in the playroom basking in the red light, his moans of ecstasy joining the others from the adjacent slings. Before he left, I walked Nigel to his car and we talked about him having me over to his own dungeon for some more intimate fun. My heart leaped! I accepted at once, and made sure that there was no misunderstanding of my true desire to see him again!
He is so sweet and so lovely a man, I cannot wait to be so deep inside of his beautiful body once more!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Daddy's Dildo Training
June 16th, 2016
Daddy Dave picked me up this evening and we headed out to dinner, immediately laughing and cracking jokes before we pulled into the street. I really do enjoy my time with this man. After our meal we headed back to his place and had a lovely conversation with his husband before heading downstairs into the playroom.
After a nice shower he greeted me with a lovely leather collar, once on my neck I sank into blissful subspace. Next he presented me with a brand new, fresh-out-of-the-package black rubber tank top. I was honored he would have me break it in. I love to wear rubber, and I love how the tightness of the material feels against my naked skin, even if it does have an unforgiving friction against my lightly hairy physique (when I neglect to use proper lubricant when putting it on), but the light scent and sleek look it gives me makes it all worth while. If only it wasn't so delicate and fragile at the same time, I'm terrified of tearing and ruining such expensive gear.
Next, an Israeli-style gas mask was pulled over my face, I fell deeper into subspace and even as I write this I feel a bit more relaxed. I was guided over to the wonderful sling, past the bed which displayed his very impressive and equally intimidating dildo collection. Daddy Dave helped me into the cradling embrace of the hard leather bed of his sling, my wrists were restrained above my head to the chains, my ankles placed into the leather strap stirrups, and I was returned to that wonderful feeling of being in my most natural place. My place as an obedient, well-behaved submissive boy toy.
Daddy Dave looked down on me and smiled, he praised me and made me feel loved and comfortable. He lubed up my boyhole and proceeded to use several lovely toys on my ass to widen and stretch me. At times it was difficult, sometimes painful, but I wanted it. I really wanted my hole to be stronger, more resilient, more flexible, I truly want to be a fisting bottom one day. After having my forearm up the asses of several men already, and witnessing their descents into orgasmic ecstasy, I eagerly wanted to join them. I don't wish that it was easier, as this is the fun of the journey there, however I would prefer to be able to do this more often!
I was then offered some poppers, as Daddy Dave enjoys them and is polite enough to ask me first.
(Warning: Seriously, don't force poppers (Amyl nitrite) on anyone, especially first-timers, even if it -is- part of the scene that they want, it's not perfectly safe and could kill someone if you fuck it up. It deals with changing blood pressure so be sure to read up on it before doing poppers for the first time. I may be overly cautious, but I'm also still alive.)
At first I refused, but then my thoughts turned to the fact that he would take care of me should something come up, that we spent enough time together for me to know he definitely had my best interests in mind, and he wouldn't do anything to me that he didn't think I could handle. I also thought that this could be a fun and interesting new venture. I looked into his eyes, told him I trusted him, and accepted the offer.
He put the bottle up to the intake valve of my gasmask, and I inhaled deeply through my mouth at his suggestion. I didn't feel any different at first but then came a strong wave of calmness, my face got very warm and tingly, my body then relaxed a great deal and the entire sensation lasted for quite a while.
Daddy Dave then punished me for not committing to my hole-training with the trailer hitch buttplug and 2-headed dildo he had lent to me a while back. Given my current living situation makes it challenging to do such things with severe lack of privacy, I didn't argue and accepted my punishment. He proceeded to stretch my hole in many different, painful, and uncomfortable ways, and I submitted with grit teeth and great chagrin. I needed to be a good boy so badly, it was just so uncomfortable, but I'd submit to it all over again as my duty as a good boy. Daddy Dave even used an anal speculum to widen my already aching boyhole and then proceeded to use several anal toys during the session.
After a significant amount of ass-training, he decided I had been taught my lesson. He unbound me and helped me to the bed, exhausted and happy to be of service, I cuddled close to him with his arm around me and we rested in the quiet calm of my aftercare.
(I have mentioned aftercare before, but it bears repeating. "Aftercare" is the period of time that a top gives the bottom love and affection, cleans the bottom of any blood, applies medicine, re-hydrates, wraps them in a blanket and their arms, offers emotional reassurance, and more. It's the time where after an intense kink session you "bring them back to earth". This is incredibly important, so don't skip it! It can have terrible consequences.)
Once we were ready, I showered off, and Daddy Dave took me home.
Thank you so much, Sir! I really enjoyed our evening! I'm looking forward to resuming my hole training schedule!
Diary Afterthought: That night I had what I believe to be a delayed and negative reaction to the poppers, I couldn't sleep because I could not stop coughing. I have asthma, which makes it very difficult to be around men who smoke cigarettes, cigars, weed, and which also makes me sensitive to strong smells like body odor and the like. I had been wary about poppers for some time, because their smell would put me off when I could smell the odor in a room. Now I feel that even by oral inhalation, I cannot have poppers. Given this was my first time using them, and I inhaled them orally which is uncommon I'm told, may also be factors, but even still I'm not very interested in continuing using them.
If you also have asthma, please think carefully on if you wish to use poppers.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Daddy Dave picked me up this evening and we headed out to dinner, immediately laughing and cracking jokes before we pulled into the street. I really do enjoy my time with this man. After our meal we headed back to his place and had a lovely conversation with his husband before heading downstairs into the playroom.
After a nice shower he greeted me with a lovely leather collar, once on my neck I sank into blissful subspace. Next he presented me with a brand new, fresh-out-of-the-package black rubber tank top. I was honored he would have me break it in. I love to wear rubber, and I love how the tightness of the material feels against my naked skin, even if it does have an unforgiving friction against my lightly hairy physique (when I neglect to use proper lubricant when putting it on), but the light scent and sleek look it gives me makes it all worth while. If only it wasn't so delicate and fragile at the same time, I'm terrified of tearing and ruining such expensive gear.
Next, an Israeli-style gas mask was pulled over my face, I fell deeper into subspace and even as I write this I feel a bit more relaxed. I was guided over to the wonderful sling, past the bed which displayed his very impressive and equally intimidating dildo collection. Daddy Dave helped me into the cradling embrace of the hard leather bed of his sling, my wrists were restrained above my head to the chains, my ankles placed into the leather strap stirrups, and I was returned to that wonderful feeling of being in my most natural place. My place as an obedient, well-behaved submissive boy toy.
Daddy Dave looked down on me and smiled, he praised me and made me feel loved and comfortable. He lubed up my boyhole and proceeded to use several lovely toys on my ass to widen and stretch me. At times it was difficult, sometimes painful, but I wanted it. I really wanted my hole to be stronger, more resilient, more flexible, I truly want to be a fisting bottom one day. After having my forearm up the asses of several men already, and witnessing their descents into orgasmic ecstasy, I eagerly wanted to join them. I don't wish that it was easier, as this is the fun of the journey there, however I would prefer to be able to do this more often!
I was then offered some poppers, as Daddy Dave enjoys them and is polite enough to ask me first.
(Warning: Seriously, don't force poppers (Amyl nitrite) on anyone, especially first-timers, even if it -is- part of the scene that they want, it's not perfectly safe and could kill someone if you fuck it up. It deals with changing blood pressure so be sure to read up on it before doing poppers for the first time. I may be overly cautious, but I'm also still alive.)
At first I refused, but then my thoughts turned to the fact that he would take care of me should something come up, that we spent enough time together for me to know he definitely had my best interests in mind, and he wouldn't do anything to me that he didn't think I could handle. I also thought that this could be a fun and interesting new venture. I looked into his eyes, told him I trusted him, and accepted the offer.
He put the bottle up to the intake valve of my gasmask, and I inhaled deeply through my mouth at his suggestion. I didn't feel any different at first but then came a strong wave of calmness, my face got very warm and tingly, my body then relaxed a great deal and the entire sensation lasted for quite a while.
Daddy Dave then punished me for not committing to my hole-training with the trailer hitch buttplug and 2-headed dildo he had lent to me a while back. Given my current living situation makes it challenging to do such things with severe lack of privacy, I didn't argue and accepted my punishment. He proceeded to stretch my hole in many different, painful, and uncomfortable ways, and I submitted with grit teeth and great chagrin. I needed to be a good boy so badly, it was just so uncomfortable, but I'd submit to it all over again as my duty as a good boy. Daddy Dave even used an anal speculum to widen my already aching boyhole and then proceeded to use several anal toys during the session.
After a significant amount of ass-training, he decided I had been taught my lesson. He unbound me and helped me to the bed, exhausted and happy to be of service, I cuddled close to him with his arm around me and we rested in the quiet calm of my aftercare.
(I have mentioned aftercare before, but it bears repeating. "Aftercare" is the period of time that a top gives the bottom love and affection, cleans the bottom of any blood, applies medicine, re-hydrates, wraps them in a blanket and their arms, offers emotional reassurance, and more. It's the time where after an intense kink session you "bring them back to earth". This is incredibly important, so don't skip it! It can have terrible consequences.)
Once we were ready, I showered off, and Daddy Dave took me home.
Thank you so much, Sir! I really enjoyed our evening! I'm looking forward to resuming my hole training schedule!
Diary Afterthought: That night I had what I believe to be a delayed and negative reaction to the poppers, I couldn't sleep because I could not stop coughing. I have asthma, which makes it very difficult to be around men who smoke cigarettes, cigars, weed, and which also makes me sensitive to strong smells like body odor and the like. I had been wary about poppers for some time, because their smell would put me off when I could smell the odor in a room. Now I feel that even by oral inhalation, I cannot have poppers. Given this was my first time using them, and I inhaled them orally which is uncommon I'm told, may also be factors, but even still I'm not very interested in continuing using them.
If you also have asthma, please think carefully on if you wish to use poppers.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Teddy Bear Interrupted
June 5th, 2016
This afternoon I was with my friend Vance and we were on day 2 of 3 of our attendance to Califur 2016, a furry convention held in Southern California, he was very excited as he was debuting the appearance of his brand new fursuit and fursona Rory the Fox. Vance and I had caught up with some of his friends when I spied a slightly shorter man with the group, dressed in an adorable brown bear onesie, wearing a bear maw face mask. He was texting by himself, standing slightly away from the main group of us.
My fox nature in full swing, fueled by the furry energy and my voraciously hungry libido had me hugging him within moments of spotting him. I saw how he had separated himself, and I didn't want him feeling ignored, I told him how cute I thought he was, and gave him an extra squeeze. Well, he was quite cuddly, and huggable, and we traded numbers so we could connect later on. His name was Ignis.
Sunday afternoon rolls around and I texted him when I had my fill of the fursuit dance competition we were attending to see someone compete as Vance's Rory, as well as another fursuiting friend of ours who was quite sexy and talented in the contest. We made arrangements to meet in his room and what gear he should wear. I arrived outside of his room, quite excitedly counting the minutes before he finally opened the door.
He was dressed in a red wrestling singlet, and a bear print balaclava. I love it when guys look anonymous! We headed to his bed, cuddled and snuggled close before he took off the mask revealing a shaved head, thick-bearded, CUTE young man! Bingo! Scored a woofy one! He moved into kissing me, nibbling me, stroking me, and driving this fox absolutely nuts until I blow a massive load! FUCK it felt GREAT!
However the cum is still wet on my chest when suddenly a keycard can be heard in the door lock, one of his roommates is coming in! I quickly cover myself with the blanket, and keep it from touching my seed-splattered chest. His roomie is very polite, and greets us, we return the greeting, and I watch him come into the bedroom and plop down on the bed adjacent. He opens up a convention program book and flips through the pages, as I scream internally. I'm not embarrassed, it's that I have this thing where I don't want my first impression to be made while I have cum all over my chest. Finally he leaves, just as oblivious as when he arrived, and as soon as the room door clicks shut, I looked up at my sexy bear and bust up laughing.
I excuse myself to the bathroom to finally clean myself off, and return to bed to cuddle with him for a while as we discuss our favorite kinks. His other roommates return from the dance competition, and we join in on their conversations, joking, talking, laughing and whatnot. Soon I gather my belongings, thank him for the wonderful time, and bid him and his roommates a lovely remainder of their visit to Califur as I make the most graceful exit as I can.
As I walked down the hotel corridor I smiled to myself, feeling great, I sincerely hope to see him again, as he made me feel incredible, and he is such a beautiful young man, especially with that rugged beard! WOOF!
Thank you for such a memorable and delightful time, Ignis. You make for a beautiful Teddy Bear.
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
This afternoon I was with my friend Vance and we were on day 2 of 3 of our attendance to Califur 2016, a furry convention held in Southern California, he was very excited as he was debuting the appearance of his brand new fursuit and fursona Rory the Fox. Vance and I had caught up with some of his friends when I spied a slightly shorter man with the group, dressed in an adorable brown bear onesie, wearing a bear maw face mask. He was texting by himself, standing slightly away from the main group of us.
My fox nature in full swing, fueled by the furry energy and my voraciously hungry libido had me hugging him within moments of spotting him. I saw how he had separated himself, and I didn't want him feeling ignored, I told him how cute I thought he was, and gave him an extra squeeze. Well, he was quite cuddly, and huggable, and we traded numbers so we could connect later on. His name was Ignis.
Sunday afternoon rolls around and I texted him when I had my fill of the fursuit dance competition we were attending to see someone compete as Vance's Rory, as well as another fursuiting friend of ours who was quite sexy and talented in the contest. We made arrangements to meet in his room and what gear he should wear. I arrived outside of his room, quite excitedly counting the minutes before he finally opened the door.
He was dressed in a red wrestling singlet, and a bear print balaclava. I love it when guys look anonymous! We headed to his bed, cuddled and snuggled close before he took off the mask revealing a shaved head, thick-bearded, CUTE young man! Bingo! Scored a woofy one! He moved into kissing me, nibbling me, stroking me, and driving this fox absolutely nuts until I blow a massive load! FUCK it felt GREAT!
However the cum is still wet on my chest when suddenly a keycard can be heard in the door lock, one of his roommates is coming in! I quickly cover myself with the blanket, and keep it from touching my seed-splattered chest. His roomie is very polite, and greets us, we return the greeting, and I watch him come into the bedroom and plop down on the bed adjacent. He opens up a convention program book and flips through the pages, as I scream internally. I'm not embarrassed, it's that I have this thing where I don't want my first impression to be made while I have cum all over my chest. Finally he leaves, just as oblivious as when he arrived, and as soon as the room door clicks shut, I looked up at my sexy bear and bust up laughing.
I excuse myself to the bathroom to finally clean myself off, and return to bed to cuddle with him for a while as we discuss our favorite kinks. His other roommates return from the dance competition, and we join in on their conversations, joking, talking, laughing and whatnot. Soon I gather my belongings, thank him for the wonderful time, and bid him and his roommates a lovely remainder of their visit to Califur as I make the most graceful exit as I can.
As I walked down the hotel corridor I smiled to myself, feeling great, I sincerely hope to see him again, as he made me feel incredible, and he is such a beautiful young man, especially with that rugged beard! WOOF!
Thank you for such a memorable and delightful time, Ignis. You make for a beautiful Teddy Bear.
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
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