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IT’S OUT OF THE BAG

The cat (and a few other things) are out of the bag.

After a few days at Riverside, I finally had to pack up and head back to the real world.

Damn, work can get in the way of your life, can’t it? As I’m saying goodbye to my good buddies, Patrick gives me a hug and says “see you on the 15th”, Greg shoots him a dirty look, not sexy dirty, but “Dude, he’s not suppose to know” dirty.

As far as I know – up to this point – the 15th is a brunch that Justin and his hubbies are planning for me, followed by a little frolic (as often happens at their place) for my birthday. Now I know differently, but I have to backtrack a little.

A few months ago, after a particularly experimental session Justin and I were lolling about in a sweaty mass of post coital glow when the topic turned to unfulfilled sexual fantasies. Well, neither Justin or I have been particularly reticent in this department, so the list was small…unless you include truly fantastic fantasies (I have yet to have sex with an actual satyr) but there was one thing that had never quite come together, butt – and this is a big butt – it’s happening on the 15th.

My awesome man is planning a gang bang on my birthday.

Followed by a lovely brunch of course…we have to be civilized about these things.

Now…I need to get my hands on that guest list…and the guests. I promise a full report when it’s over and I’ve recovered.

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More Pride…Heck Yah.

Enjoying my last full day at Riverside Campground. Last week an owner of a number of campgrounds around Ontario came to visit at the invitation of the new owners and couldn’t believe this place. My family camped a lot when I was a kid I know what he’s talking about; the place is amazing. He can’t believe how much pride the residents show for the place…that word again…PRIDE!

It’s not just the gay aesthetic, although you can’t deny just how fabulous that can be, it’s not just pride in who and how we love, although you can’t deny just how fabulous that can be either. That’s a HUGE start, but goes SO MUCH FURTHER than that. It’s about finding a community that not only accepts us, but celebrates us. Most of us we grew up believing we would never fit in. Places like Riverside are testaments to having found tribe, Pride in ourselves breeds pride in our environment.

Of course it’s fabulous, how could it be any other way?

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Why Woof the Woof?

I’ve connected with a lot of guys on line. Some have become friends, some have become friends with benefits, some have become very good friends with excellent benefits and some were great fucks. Lately I’ve discovered that I’m not overly interested in connecting. Justin (who I met on line BTW) is keeping me very busy in that department and even though we have a very open Poly relationship I’m finding myself not overly interested in connecting in person…yet still I “WOOF”.

Why Woof if I’m not planning to meat anyone? I’ll admit, that sometimes I wander the “dating” sites in the same way I’d wander the Bath Houses, checking things out, open to possibilities but not desperate for them.

Lately I’ve realized that it’s more than that. Every time I get a woof or a like or a thumbs up or a “how you doing?” it’s a little ego boost, a little pat on the back, a little validation. The nerdy, lonely, closeted teen I used to be stands a little taller and feels a little of the love. That hit draws me in.

Maybe I should be at a place in my life where I don’t need validation from strangers and I’m working toward it. In the mean time, thanks for the woofs, be good to each other and know that if I woof you, it’s because you’re totally Woof worthy.

Oh, BTW

WOOF!

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Just the tip…of what I’m writing now

It’s been years since I’ve written erotica and I’d forgotten how fun it is. Sifting through my memories from last weekend, deciding what details to include, which ones to leave out. Figuring out to manipulate the words on the screen so you, the reader, gets the full impact of the amazing sex that happened and hopefully get off is challenging but SO MUCH FUN. I have to admit that thinking about people all over the world getting off to my writing, sharing the physical and emotional pleasure of my own experiences is a huge turn on.

I’m hoping to have my next story and Then His Husband Came Home  up by the end of the weekend, but here’s a short excerpt of what I’ve got so far:

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He holds my gaze for a moment before brushing his lips gently against mine. I can barely feel him and yet…

We’ve been dating for almost a year, his kiss shouldn’t still be taking my breath away, but it does. His lips are intoxicating and his touch leaves me owned. My hand reaches around his neck and I pull him harder to me, my mouth opens for his tongue and he takes full advantage of my invitation. He pushed me further into the sofa, my back arching to meet him as he slides a hand under my T-shirt, pulling it impulsively from my jeans, the cool air against my lower back makes me shiver, he grinds himself against me, pushing my thighs apart with his knees. Today is going to be his day to have his way with me; I’m more than happy to submit. I’ll turn the tables on him later.

His mouth works hungrily down my neck and over my collar bone, my shirt is jerked up, exposing my pecs. He’s impatient. His hunger made me horny as fuck, and horny for a fuck. I pull his head to my chest.

“Suck my tit.” I hadn’t meant to sound so desperate.

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More to cum, I promise…

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Heady for Hugh

 

Is it just me, or is Hugh Jackman almost perfect? It’s not fair. He’s got a face that smolders handsome, masculine energy but can break into a boyish grin that melts hearts. He literally has the body of a superhero – I’d woof for Wolverine ANY day – and he tap-dances. Just to highlight how drastically unfair the world is, he’s also a great guy who everyone speaks well of: smart, kind, funny, charming…the list goes on.

If he were gay and into me, then he’d be perfect. He can play gay (check him out in “The Boy From Oz”) now if only he could be gay…and REALLY into me…and living in Toronto…and REALLY, DEEPLY into me.

Sigh.

Until then, I’ll have to rely on my imagination…oh…and my boyfriend…because I have an awesome boyfriend. I wonder if Justin can do an Australian accent.

I’m just kidding Justin, I know you’re gonna read this and I’m wild about you just the way you are and if Hugh shows up on my doorstep, I promise to have him wait until you can get here, something tells me there’s plenty to go around.   

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Porn vs. Erotica

Writing out my session with Justin and Adam (one of his husbands) as my next erotic story is taking longer than expected. Not only do I keep stopping to release the pressure in my pants. Damn that was a good afternoon., but I keep wondering if I’m writing porn or erotica, not that it matters, I’m a big fan of both, but these are the things that send me down very sexy and often time-consuming rabbit holes. I guess I could do a little research on the subject, but that’s not as much fun for this nerd-a-luscious dude as wandering around in my own brain.  

What IS the difference between porn and erotica? For me, it’s not the graphic details, I’m including a lot of those and it’s definitely not the subject matter, my erotica is about SEX. So, what is it?

I’ve settled on this: Porn is about the sex and only sex. Erotica is about more than that, it brings in character, situation, relationships. In the same way that a good song in a musical isn’t just a good song; it also has to reveal character or advance the plot, in erotica good sex isn’t just good sex, it is integral to the life of the character and their story…in this case me. My romp with Justin and Adam was definitely integral.

Damn, now I have to go release a little more pressure.

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