Here I am, once again, making excuses for not writing…
I worked on the next piece of my history as I waited
for a house guest to arrive. I got about
half of it done but since my guest got here and got naked, we’ve been very busy—and
not at the keyboard. I will get it done….but
not likely until he leaves on Sunday…
So…what else, but a few pics….
Today is a day I will be writing, but likely a little later in the day. I have my yearly physical exam coming up—and I am off at this ungodly hour to go let them take my blood for all those diagnostic tests. While I usually publish between 11:00am and Noon, today it will be early afternoon before the post arrives.
It’s one I can’t wait to share with you—so make sure
you check back…
Late in the afternoon:
I just reread what I wrote early this morning….Well,
absolutely nothing went as planned for the rest of the day. (Except the blood work!) Life just sort of took over and I lost the
time to write.
But I always have some great pictures lying around to make
a post….
Life just keeps taking me away from my writing. But no one is going to mind some hot and
intriguing pictures while I’m gone…
I love to write in the
mornings. I seem more focused at the top
of my day, as I sit here with my second cup of tea. But today’s post is going to be delayed. I have a full morning of ‘life’ stuff that
needs to get done. I should have a post
for you around 3:00pm EST if you want to check back.
Something to tide you
over….
I have another day filled with appointments and
errands. As I have no time to write, I
don’t think any of you will mind viewing a few pictures…
I should be back on Sunday, as usual.
And sometimes they just don’t need to be naked…
My Playroom—January, 2026
I received a message on
one of the kinkier hook-up sites from a man around my age. His wife had been using toys on his ass. He wanted the real thing. He had seen my dick in my pictures—and he
wanted me to be the first man to cum in his ass.
As I type that first paragraph,
it sounds like a lot of fun. Even hot. But there were issues from the first correspondence. I asked about clean out. He made a vague reply. I told him to find one of the tutorials
online, as my cock goes deep. He asked if
I wanted to give him the enema. I did
not. That was his time, to prepare for
me.
I also asked for picture
as his profile was blank. I knew if he
refused, I’d pull the plug on this right now.
But he promptly sent me a picture.
He passed that test. We set a
date a week away. He wrote me fairly
often. He added some stretch play to his
list of things to do. And for me to ‘really
take charge.’
I finally sent the
address, the day before our meet, reminding him that he needed to be cleaner
for me than for his wife’s toys…
Dan is right on time. He is nervous. I ask if he needs the restroom to check
things before we head downstairs. He
doesn’t. I take him down to strip off
and I go back upstairs to do the same thing.
He is kneeling near the flattened fuck bench as I come back into the
playroom. He had claimed to be five
years younger than me—but the man I see before me looks a good ten years older. He is tall, with a gut that looks even bigger
with his thin frame. But, hey, I fuck men of all ages and builds…
His oral technique is
more eager than skilled. I extract my
cock from his mouth and pull his face into my ball sack. “Lick it.”
He does, with verve. I harden up.
I tell him to get up on
the fuck table. He likes the feel of the
padded bench. I work his hole with a
lubed finger. He is tight. I am ashamed to say I can’t bring myself to
rim him—as I am still leery of his cleanout (or lack of…)
I grab the tiny pink butt
plug. I grease it up with coconut oil
and work it in. It pops into place. I do it a few more times. His hole gapes the tiniest bit—but enough for
my dick to stretch him open. He gasps. I stay buried in him. Slowly, I begin to fuck. He groans.
I work his hole for a few minutes.
It’s the moment of truth. I pull
out and my dick is clean. I take it to
his face to see how he’ll react to ass to mouth. He licks me with a deep moan.
I fuck him again. He takes me a little easier. And this time he begs for my cock in his
mouth as I pull out. I give it him.
We move to the
sling. But before he gets in, he looks
at the toys under the television which is play a hot orgy scene. He asks about the speculum. I tell him what it is and he tells me that is
the kind of stretch he wants. I help him
into the sling. I fuck him once
more. I know I am going deeper.
I grease up the sides of
the speculum and work it into him. His
hole is much more receptive now. I crank
it open slowly. He loves the stretch. He
really loves my index finger playing with his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew. I stand up and fuck him with the toy in
place. I pull out slowly. Any time I fuck with a speculum in place, it
makes for a vacuum as I pull out. It
does this time, too. And it pulls
everything out of his guts from around the bend—that he hadn’t bothered to
clean. I am furious. But try to control it. I tell him we need to end the session. He begs me to clean again, asking if I have a
bulb.
I go up to the bathroom
with him and hook up the Ergo Flo with the long nozzle, to the shower head. He cleans himself and I try to clean and deodorize
the playroom.
He comes down, claiming
he’s clean. I manage to get hard enough
again to fuck. I know his reason here is
to take my cum. After a few moments of
fucking, I fake an orgasm. He hasn’t a
clue that I am only pretending to shoot inside him. I stay there for a moment, panting just like I
do when I have the real thing. I pull
out. My cock has tiny flexes of shit on
it.
I know I did the right
thing. He drives home, elated, with my
imaginary cum load deep in his guts…
*
Not my finest hour in the
playroom. Of course, he is asking to come
back…
As that was a depressing
post, I will post some pictures that are hotter than anything that was happening
that day in the playroom…
Sick of the Cold; Sick with the Flu
Temperatures in Michigan have been relentlessly cold. And to top it off, I am just recovering from
the flu. I am so tired…I know I can’t put
words together today. But a few hot pics
will help all of us feel warmer…
I know I owe you a sexual history post. But I didn’t want to break up the three posts
about Rudy and the Devil’s Dick. I knew
that today I was going to be out of the house, so I told myself to write what
should be today’s post on Monday. Well,
it turned out I had a HOT fuck and fist session with Sawyer instead. And actual sex always wins out over writing
about it.
This particular post is an easy one to keep putting
off as it had real consequences—and I want to get the telling just right. Well, I should have time on both Wednesday
and Thursday morning to do just that.
So, you get some fun pictures today instead. I don’t think you’ll actually mind very much…
Off to the Glory Holes--and a Recommendation for Further Reading.
I am taking a break today. As soon as this is published, I am hitting the road to Indiana. A fuckbud I haven’t seen in four and half years is meeting me at our favorite Hoosier bookstore and playground. This place is full of gloryholes and has a great room for group play. I intend to be offering my bud’s mouth and ass to a wide audience of men…
Details in two weeks or so.
Another thought, while I have your attention. Looking through the analytics of the blog, I see that more and more readers are looking at From My Side of the Sling on their phone. I love that you can take me anywhere. The downside of reading me on the phone is not being able to access much of the fourteen years of back posts. Sure, it will let you scroll backwards a few pages. But I would suggest, that for a deep dive into the blog, occasionally open me up on your regular computer.
I think The Label Cloud is the biggest omission on the
phone version of the blog. Each post
gets a number of labels that help categorize it. Say you are intrigued by the History posts,
but you missed a couple. On your laptop, you
can hit the label ‘history’ at the bottom of a history post and it will give
you all the history columns I’ve written.
The last post about Jake had ‘fisting’ ‘toys’ and ‘Jake’ as choices to
extend your reading pleasure.
If you like ‘watersports’ you can find all my wet
pieces with one click. If you just want
the ones about the big watersports parties, hit the ‘chgowaterbuddies’
label. Or maybe you miss those huge
gatherings I went to in Toronto, well, Fukd has its own label.
The Label Cloud is at the bottom of the right-hand
column of the blog when you are on your PC.
Or use the label at the bottom of the piece you are currently reading
there.
There is so much to explore. Happy Hunting!!
I really wanted to write
today, but it’s just impossible as I’m baking for an early Christmas dinner on
Sunday. I still have three playdates in
November to write up and about the same number for December. (The weather here in Michigan has really cut
into my playtime, dammit.)
I have to say that you guys must be really connecting to the History posts. The number of viewings of them are as high as what blogger was like when I started writing here in 2011.
It is refreshing
and very gratifying.
So here are a few
pictures to tide you over until Monday!
It was a long night, last night. A good one…
I was planning on writing
the next post in my Coming Out History series today, but I just haven’t had the
time to decipher the cramped and tiny cursive scrawl of my journal. It will contain quite a few ‘firsts.’ Soon—I promise.
Instead, I have some pictures
for you. First, we have two of Sean
Harding’s ass. This was the gorgeous
butt I got to fuck twice during the Fornication Party detailed in the last two
posts.
The last is just a great
picture—something I wish I was doing on this very cold day in Michigan…
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