I had one of those birthdays last week. It wasn’t a milestone birthday in the traditional sense—that is, the year didn’t end with a zero. Bu...

I know my faults. I’m competitive. Too competitive. Monday mornings are when we meet. The place is a hotel by the interstate where the rat...

The thing of it is: whenever I think about the guy, I remember the burst of excitement I got from the initial impression his photos made. Ne...

Anyone who reads my blog knows I’m a big ol’ show-off, particularly when it comes to my dick. I like whipping it out, getting it hard, and d...

After nearly three years of blogging about my sex life, I’ve developed a keen eye for the subjects that tend to be contentious. I know which...

“Do I look like a stupid faggot, sir?” he asks. The boy is looking up at me from waist level. My cock is distending his left cheek. He’s got...

(This entry is a continuation of M.J., Part Three .)  After that trip in the early spring of 1983 which his car broke down outside a histo...