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Unpleasant Confinement

Almost all the hoes I know went to New Orleans for Southern Decadence at the end of August.

Not I though. Fuck that. Catching Monkeypox isn’t worth it. Case counts are still high and vaccinations have not been around long enough for everyone to be fully vaccinated.

I’m continuing to self-isolate at home. It feels like house arrest or unpleasant confinement. It’s lonely and I’m sick of it, but I’d rather be sick of being alone then sick with monkeypox.

I really miss Club Houston. At least in my mind there is good sex going on there. Reality may be very different. It’s always good to remember that the grass is often greener because it gets peed on regularly. So before you wish for that grass, just be sure you know what waters it. Green grass is not worth being pissed on all the time. Unless of course you are into that sort of thing. I’m not.

In the meantime you can only stay so busy. It makes me realize how much time and energy goes into chasing dick. Grrr. That’s something else that needs to be made more efficient.

Hell I should rent out a bedroom or two to a hung top. They can pay rent and get some ass as a complimentary benefit of living here. That sounds fun, but in reality it would probably be really messy. Such fantasies don’t usually work out, even if they are good grist for writing.

Poz Campout was this weekend. On the one hand I do miss seeing some of my slutty friends. I do not miss watching 2/3rds of the attendees see how drunk or high they can get. Nor do I miss the one or two “leather” personalities that try to make everyone their bitch. It is not necessary to be drunk or high to enjoy sex. At least not for me. Poz Campout is not the name of the event….. but it’s mostly poz guys that go. Someone once said everything has a beginning and should have an end. Food for thought. The context has changed, the original folks are dead, and it’s probably time to rethink the event. Not my monkey or my issue though, I dropped out of that circle because it wasn’t going to connect me to anyone I wanted to date. For that matter it wasn’t connecting me with anyone I wanted to fuck.

I’m sorry I don’t have much in the way of adventures to share on here. You’ll just have to be content to know that collecting viruses is not my idea of a good time.

I think by October it will be okay to go to Club Houston again. I’d also like to manage to go to Atlanta. There is a sleazy hotel there that sounds like loads of fun. Cheshire Inn. Merow. Kitty is very hungry.

Oh speaking of kitty and Atlanta. Someone left a nasty review for my book, Gloryhole. Claimed it was all about giant black dick and getting fucked. That’s not true and clearly bitch didn’t read the book. But let’s pretend for a moment it was about black dick and getting fucked? What is wrong with that?

poke poke… ouch

I’m happy to have been fully vaccinated for monkeypox. Managed to get my first shot in early July and my second shot in early August. By now the vaccine is fully effective at maybe 85%. News of breakthrough infections have been popping up, so I’m still sitting out until more hoes are vaxxed and we know what the fuck is going on. No dick is worth having sores in my ass.

Having turned XX recently I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what’s next. (the exact number is classified information). Hoe games are fun, but I’d really like some companionship. The problem with anyone thinking of adopting a feral cat is that it still needs to be wild sometimes. It’s tough to be a lap cat and still go run in the high weeds. Fenceless relationships are a source of anxiety and conflict for most gays. Normally it’s one partner resigning to the other being a total whore and that tolerance only goes on for so long before someone feels like a used doormat.

Grindr has lost their fucking mind again. The audacity to sell “unlimited” and then offer a “boost” in visibility on top of their horribly over-priced app. I’ll tell you what, if the virus plague bullshit is still going on I’m going to drop that subscription like a hot rock come December. Grindr better lead me to someone who puts out, or it can get the fuck out! Let’s call that spade by it’s real name and quit pretending it’s Christian Mingle.

Speaking of which, WTF is with a gay hookup app having trans-men and women on it? Gay = pussy not wanted. Bi = any hole will do. Straight = pussy or bust. Trans-man is a women less the tits but usually still with a pussy last time I checked. Transwoman is a man with a dick and tits who wants to be a woman. In both cases it’s not my battle and I don’t really relate. I wish them the best of luck, but I like dick and guys. I’m happy with the equipment I was issued. I’m specifically into guys who look and act like guys.

So back to being single/stray and desiring a nice place to curl up and a good breeding. This dry spell is getting old. Been more or less celibate since June and I’m officially fucking over it. Not over it enough that I want to catch monkeypox…. so here I am for probably another month or two. I want to see case counts dropping.

Texas had 1100 cases last time I looked. I think there are 10x that number that aren’t being diagnosed/reported. Still a small percentage, but absent good numbers on the population of hoes, it aint worth it. It’s probably 10 to 15% of the population of hoes and sluts, and that’s just too high for me. Club Houston is probably my favorite venue and there is way too much shared surfaces and touchy touchy going on there to run the risk of getting monkeypox. No ma’am! Grandma can sit her ass down and when things are safer I’ll be back out.

Oh yea, I mentioned in my last post I had met a nice guy when I was on vacation last week. I texted him last night and had a nice convo. Still not sure if I want to admit to having wrote Gloryhole or being behind this site. It’s sometimes better to be seen as a nice cat than as the alley slut.

been a long long time

Sigh. Fuck Covid, fuck monkeypox. I feel like someone foreclosed on my sex life without the courtesy of a reach around or a kiss. I’ve neglected writing for a while and am currently in self-imposed exile to avoid unpleasant or lethal diseases.

Really it’s not correct to say I’m not writing, I’m just writing more lucrative things than smut. But I don’t post here to talk about work. This is about the gritty nasty sex life that I used to enjoy.

I took a trip recently. If I said where I went or what I was doing it would be too much information of a sensitive nature, so I’ll just suffice to say it was a gay group doing something in the outdoors. The activity requires being paired with someone and I was paired with a nice man who was 12 years older than me. Needless to say he lives in a different part of the country and is probably wildly sexually incompatible. But there was something there, something about him was quite nice and attractive. I’ve seen that a few times before and never quite understood what it was, just someone who clicked.

My first lover had that.. and remained special until he gave up and blew his brains out because he couldn’t handle his combat PTSD issues. Mind you, that was not on my watch… we broke up a long long time ago. That was disappointing, but we all have the power to choose an exit. I still miss his conversations. I’ve only seen it one, no two other times. This thing where someone just feels like they belong with you. It wasn’t the kind of trip organized around sex. Sex would be awkward anyway…. if the water isn’t fit to drink I’m sure as hell not spraying it up my ass to clean out. Besides, he said he was verse which is code for I’ll be the top in public and the bottom in bed. lol. Nonetheless, their remained this connection there. He would wink at me here and there. I think it started out innocently, but these kinds of things are rarely one sided. I’m certain he had some sort of attraction as well. The touches that did happen had a feel to them, whether it was me rubbing his shoulders or vice versa. When it was time for me to leave for the airport I gave him a hug which was quite nice and quite warm.

I held off texting for a couple of days. I learned a long time ago that long distance doesn’t work where relationships are concerned. At least not without a finite exit plan. Each of us is rather entrenched in where we live, for better or worse. I’m also not a fan of imported dick. What comes can go. But god damn, where do you meet people you might want to date? Houston is full of folks that just don’t have any sizzle for me. Oh yea, meeting him sort of got me thinking that maybe it’s time to put away my slut shoes and date someone. What with COVID and then Monkeypox the free agent wild pussy days may need to come to a close. Monkeypox is going to be messy. The CDC is trying, but bitches be out there breeding ass like there is no tomorrow.

Anyhow, I’ve also wondered if this site has not run it’s course. Everything, and everyone has a beginning and an end. This site was originally an exercise in smut writing to see if I could compile enough material for a book. The book was published and has done okay, although getting bitches to leave a review on Amazon is tough. Except for the one bitch who clearly didn’t read the book because he bitched that it was all about 9 inch black dick destroying white ass…. (Yes please). He left the book a 1 star review, but aside from that I’ve sold a few hundred copies, which warms my cunt.

I turned XX recently. The number is classified, but definitely old by gay standards. It’s gotten me to thinking I really should be dating someone. That’s all I have to share for the moment. I think it’s time to write another book, but it’s probably not going to be a smut title this time.

Kitty’s Captivity

I wish I was writing to tell you I had found a hung top to pin me down and pound my pussy. Alas, it’s not quite the kind of captivity I fantasize about. Rather, I have been busy with work. Winter is the slow season and that opens up the opportunity for learning and certification. Sitting through hours of boring ass classes with people who have trouble screwing in a light bulb opens up more work opportunities.

My travels took me to Fort Worthless and Amabala, the backwards state. I’ve been staying at Roach Motel Lite, aka Woodspring Suites. Unlike Extended Stay Amerika the roaches aren’t unlimited. You receive only a couple per day. The parking lot drama is not all you can watch, it’s just trailer trash lite. Not Ghetto Supreme. Other amenities include Jailhouse Security with more cameras than a porn shoot and the cheapest card readers available. Cards are conveniently reset once per week so you can enjoy the pleasure of visiting the front desk to hear how you must have demagnetized both of your cards….. Bullshit!

At any rate, other than the Motel .8 in Biloxi, I haven’t had any dick in a while. Kitty is getting hungry….. but captivity should end soon. A couple of more days I can return to Bottomsville, aka Houston.

I’ve been wondering if this new career is such a good idea. At the very least I could and should write a book about it. The labor practices border on shady and it’s arguable that widespread lack of expertise is not incidental, but in fact bad faith. But that’s another discussion not entirely related to getting fucked and bred.

If you’d like to engage in something amusing, put on the weather channel and mute it. Watch the actor wave at where he thinks the graphics are located. 🙂 This morning on Accuweather it’s Grandpa Munster and good times bad weather. Must be discount time. Most of the time they have these young bucks you’d like to fuck going on and on like they are from each area that they are talking about. Do you really think anyone is stupid enough to believe that you are from every area of the country? Or do people just listen for 2 minutes and tune out?

Well dear readers, the winds of change are blowing. Like a huge fart from a fat bitch blocking your exit, you don’t know quite what those winds will bring. To quote Einstein, “doing the same thing expecting a different result is insanity.” I like that one because it rationalizes radical change that is sometimes necessary to change the flavor of insanity I’m drinking.

CumUnion Houston February

I had a really good time at the Cumuion party in January. My schedule lined up to where I could make it to February as well, so I went. It’s held at Club Houston and it’s always busy and festive on Fridays. CumUnion seems to make sure it stays jam packed all night. More info @ Cumunion.com

Club Houston is sure a hell of alot nicer venue than the Dallas venue – Leather Warehouse or whatever the fuck that place was called. It only had one toilet, no showers, and trash bags for lockers. WTF.

They were on a wait at around 5pm when I got there and they were still on a wait for rooms at 11 when I left. I had planned on staying longer, but I was sleepy and just not feeling it.

I did manage to play with a 6’4 BBC stud who was alot of fun, well hung, and a great kisser. Had to tell him not to crush me a couple of times, but otherwise he was a great fuck.

The Hot Tub was open finally, and that was nice. Best thing they ever did was moving it outside. Unfortunately, they weren’t running the AC upstairs and it was hotter than a preacher’s undies at a swim meet.

The Sauna isn’t quite right…. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. Temperature is right, the physical layout is good. I think maybe it’s too damn bright in there. Everyone sits silently and only occassionally plays.

Flakes of Dallas

I’m not sure what the issue is, but Dallas has more flakes than a blizzard! Lots of hot, hung black studs…. but they all have serious committment and follow through issues. They trade pics, agree to fuck raw, and then vanish. It’s like they get a prize for it or something. It’s really annoying.

Not quite as many whores as Houston. I swear every black guy in Houston is a $60 whore. They seem to be doing better as most are mobile. I tell them, look I’m a bottom, not Uber, not Taxi-o-rama, not an ATM.

Dallas has to rank as the flakiest City in America for BBC tops. I’ve been here several times in the last month and it’s always the same thing, regardless of where I’m at. The last few times I was by Love Field in the Ramada Love Field, which is one of my favorite dive hotels. It’s nice enough to feel safe, the front desk is paid peanuts so they mind their own soup and tricks can get in without a hassle. Plenty of parking and they fully stock the rooms of towels.

This week I’m at the Extended Stay America. It might as well be called Especially Sorry Aggravations. The room is rough…. like Motel 6 might be jealous. it’s a cute layout and perfect for tricks…. but they always seem to put me up-fucking stairs, away from the parking lot. The microwave turntable is shot, the dishwasher is dead, no trash cans in the room, mold under the kitchenette sink, no stopper in the tub (not like you’d wanna soak in it), stains in the carpet in multiple locations, TV signal goes out constantly, TV has “stuff” on the frame, electrical plugs are loose, door doesn’t seal all the way so you have constant road noise from the highway. The furniture is dinged up and the chair is nasty. They were so lazy when they painted that they got paint on the couch and didn’t wipe it up. Really sad. ESA could be really nice, but they fail on execution. I guess they don’t give a shit because it must make money. I was afraid to put my suitcase on the floor so I setup the ironing board as a luggage stand. Sigh.

Hopefully I’ll get some dick, but I’m not holding my breath. Fucking worthless tops.


Demographics of dick hunting

I have this interesting idea that you can increase the odds of finding dick by picking the right area.

To that end I ran across an interesting article in the Houston Chronicle, a sorry sad unusable excuse of a website for a sad local newspaper that is owned and mismanaged by Hearst papers….

https://www.esri.com/en-us/arcgis/products/tapestry-segmentation/zip-lookup

It had a link to ESRI (the folks behind ArcGIS) and their tapestry product. Works better in Edge and doesn’t scroll or scale properly in Chrome (WTF SMH).

Have fun and let me know where the BBC is hiding.

Wimps of Waco

Oh my, there just isn’t much BBC in Waco. To be sure I found a couple of really nice dicks to ride here….okay, 4 to be exact. But it’s pretty hard work getting dick. Oh the excuses, “I don’t have a car/ride/gas…… come to me.” Good grief fella, you wanna fuck or not?

Do you have a body pic, dna sample, blah blah blah, look bitch, if you wanna fuck, get your BBC over here and nut this pussy up. Otherwise, keep your tinder bull shit to yourself. This is ass up, face down, dark hotel room. Walk in, undress, slip in, pound it, nut it, and get the fuck out. Use my hole while it uses you for your seed. It’s not social hour, we’re not dating, and this is just you keep quiet, i’ll keep quiet, and I’ll keep taking that dick.

I’m at a nice quiet Super 8…. filthy floor, but otherwise a good hotel room. Easy parking, outside door, so dick can cum n go. Unlike the security tower RL of Salt Lake City recently. That place required a card key to get in and for the elevator. More like the No Dick Hotel. GRRR…. Salt Flake City would be a better name for it. Like 3 BBC’s and they were all packing more excuses than a weigh watcher’s convention at a Golden Corral sale. Not so little debbie does dessert.

The best one turned out to have some long corn-row type braids and a pound pound pound tempo with a nice 8 inch cock. He’d quietly and stedily pound that pussy til he nutted it up. Not exactly the fake rape scene I enjoy, but it was still a good fuck. Had some other fluffy fellows who were swinging some big cock and pounded a nut in. hmmm, good dick, good times.

I think the poor hotel maid hates me though. I tear up both beds every night and throw the ‘change sheets’ card most days to get rid of the lubey sheets and get fresh ones to fuck on the next night. 🙂 Alright my little pigs, be good, be bred, be happy.

Cocksucking top

Had a nice trick in Dallas tonight. Young brother was on Grindr. I hit him up with a couple of pictures of my ass and asked if he wanted to fuck. He said sure and he’d be here in 10 min.

He wanted the room dark, always a plus. He was also into verbal and being made to suck dick. A nice twist. I told him, “Get undressed boy and suck this cock like a good bitch.” He complied in the dark. I then stepped over to him and felt him up and licked him a bit. I pushed him down and told him to suck my cock like a good boy. He obliged. I offered him some poppers and asked if he wanted to earn my load so he could get in my ass. He moaned yes and kept sucking like a good boy. After a while I pulled him off my dick and dropped down to suck his and see if the goods were as advertised. They weren’t hard, but they were definitely as advertised. A solid 9″ uncut thick black dick. Just what kitty ordered.

I sucked him for a minute and then thought to myself, what the fuck was I doing down on the filthy hotel floor? I pulled off that dick and told him to get on the bed where I could enjoy him some more. He obediently jumped on the bed and I climbed on top of him and ground my ass against his semi-erect cock while I made out with him and threatened to make him swallow my every drop. I moved over him and told him to suck that cock and started face fucking him again. I didn’t last long and shot my load down his hungry throat. He swallowed every drop and then flipped me over and proceeded to slip in my ass. Gently at first, but growing to a pounding he seemed to be seeking revenge for me making him swallow my nut. He was banging kitty like a bad stray. He fucked for a good five minutes and then shot his nut deep in my ass. As usual I performed the “finish” where I grind back on the dick and make my top moan in agony as i work another drop or three out of them.

Just that quickly he was out the door. Said he might hit it again tomorrow. Meow.

I then turned around and sent his cock pic to another top I’ve been talking to who said it would be hot if I got bred by someone else first. Told him this dick had just fucked me and bred that ass good and it was ready for him.

Ho To go

I promise I’m going to try and get back in the habit of posting. I’ve been on the road again for conferences and classes. I had a long drive through racist Texas (er Rural Texas). It’s like the BBC ends around Amarillo and isn’t seen again for a long time.

I spent the night in Albuquerque at the Rodekill Inn (Rodeway). Dirty nasty hotel with tacky management. Only nice thing was the Denny’s next door.

The night before I was at my regular favorite hotel in Dallas, the Ramada Love Field. Always lots of BBC around in the area, getting it to come fuck me is another story. Hopefully my next visit to Dallas will be better.

The drive to Albuquerque was boring. Did get some hits from Lawton, OK and will need to visit there sometime to ride that Army BBC. Got a great hit out of Lubbock and Amarillo. Planning to circle back this week and get some of that dick.

The drive from Albuquerque to Salt Lake City was uneventful. Salt Lake City should be called Salt Flake City. I was really hoping it would Some Large Cock…. but that doesn’t seem to be happening. Part of the issue is that i’m at the Hotel RL. It’s basically a fancy Red Lion. Unfortunately, they set the elevators up for card key access, so a trick can’t get in on their own. Had some great options, but they flake out at the last second.

I have some trips on the books that will take me to Biloxi and Mobile and Fort Worth where there is plenty of big black cock for my pussy to service.