Doug Deeson's musings

  We bought our condo 10 years ago.   At that time, the apartment directly across from us was occupied by an elderly gentleman and his care giver.   We tried to be nice or at least pleasant, but he wouldn’t give us the time of day – turns out he was extremely homophobic and didn’t like the gays living next door.   He was never hostile, he just tried to ignore us, even if we offered to help carry heavy items or such.   He’d just decline or ignore us.   After a while we just stopped trying. Sadly, a few years ago (for his family, at least) he passed away.   He left the condo to his nephew and the nephew and his wife moved in.   Hugh and Lori were close to our age (mid 50s at the time) and we hit it off with them.   Lori warned us that Hugh was very homophobic, as his uncle had been, however, he never came across that way.   As couples we went out to dinner, relaxed on our balconies, had dinner in each other’s places, drank and enjoyed th...

  It was a few days later that Jack called and asked to see me again.   He tells me that he loved being taken the other day and wants, really very much, to be mine.   He’s incredibly nervous, as this is all so new to him, but he wants to be available to be used by me whenever I need or want him.   I tell him we can certainly work on that but that I’m not sure that he’s actually ready for that step.   We’ll have to do a test to see if he’s as ready for someone to completely take control of him.   I want him to prove to me that he’s committed, that he’s ready to be controlled. We agree to meet the next day, as I have some prep to do before I see him.   I head out to my favourite sex shops and I find there a thick linked chain necklace with a pad lock attached.   And I grab a butt plug, not too big, not too small – about 5 inches long, and about two inches at it’s widest.   The next morning, I head over to meet him at his home. I stop at a p...

    When I walked back into the bedroom, drinks in hand, and saw them there on the bed, entwined, Julie holding the strap on (about 7 inches, and not too thick), I stopped.   I know, now, that I’d already been set up, but never expected to see that. “Just what are you planning to do with that?” I ask.   My dick has already started to rise, the traitor, giving me away, giving away my interest. Rick reaches around Julie and caresses the synthetic cock, then reaches up and caresses mine as I climb on the bed.   I hand out the drinks and sit facing them.   Julie sits up, takes a drink then sucks on the tip of the toy for a moment, “I’m open to ideas” she says and deep throats the cock. Rick is stroking my cock with slow caresses and tweaking one of Julie’s nipples with his other hand.   I’m doing the same thing with one hand on his cock and the other on her tit. Our beers sit forgotten on the floor.   Julie leans forward and offers me the ti...

I pulled into his driveway, it’s a nice house, a craftsman, big front verandah or porch.  It’s a got several large shrubs that block the direct view of the porch, itself.  Four concrete steps lead up to the wooden deck, not original but durable, so someone in the past replaced the original wooden steps.  On the right as you climb up, the smaller side has a single deck chair and a small table.  To left, are two chairs with a table between them.  Jack is walking back and forth in front of them, talking on the phone.  He waves me in and points to a cooler of beers sitting under the table.  I can hear his side of the conversation and from what I gather, he’s talking to his son  He’s dressed in flip flops, shorts (sweat pant material shorts) and a tee.   The weather is quite warm this summer and I’m dressed similarly.   I take a seat and grab a cold beer.   He’s pacing in front of me.   The deck of the porch is mostly in shade, th...

  I met Jack online, he is a few years younger than I, but at first I thought he was a younger man, looking for a Daddy.   I  initially I kept my distance.   After he made a certain comment, I said to him that he only thought that way since he was so young.   He asked me how old I thought he was.   When I told him, mid 20s, he laughed and said his age, which was 3 years younger than I am. After that, our conversations changed in tone and context.   He’s divorced, has   children (grown) but is currently single and has been for some time.   He runs his own company, which despite the pandemic is doing well.   We began to flirt, to discuss sexual fantasies. Jack confessed that while he’d thought about being with a man, he’d never actually been with one yet and had only dated women.   He had had toys used on his ass and had been pegged by one girlfriend.   That’s what got him thinking about being with a man. We continued to cha...

  Let’s go for a drink, Rick said.   Bars aren’t usually my thing, but I agreed, and we headed out to grab a beer or two. We hadn’t been there long when Julie approached us.   Well, Rick, let’s be honest.   Rick is half my age, a beautiful man, solidly built, very nice meaty arms (all muscle not fat, not that he believes that), brown hair and eyes that shine ice blue in the right light.   He’s a stunning man to look at.   Me? I’m a bit chubby, a Santa Clause white beard, furry from head to foot.   Rick shaves/trims his body hair, and though that’s not a look I like on most men, he really does look good with or without the hair.   I know she was approaching him and not us. Julie was a full-figured girl.   Not fat, but some padding, that just highlighted her full curvaceous body.   She was all confidence and sex appeal.   A pretty face, framed by long chestnut hair.   Julie was my height, in her low heels at about 5’8”, Rick ...

He invited me for the weekend, and I was happy to accept.  We’d played on cam a few times and I was anticipating our first in person experience.  We’d even talked about broadcasting it, at least some of it.  We’d have to see about that.  I’m not opposed to it.  He also told me he had a surprise for me.  Something we’d discussed, he’d said, but only once and that he was excited to show me.   I park and climb the stairs to the porch, overnight bag in hand. His house is a two story, traditional home, split into two apartments.   He lives on the second floor, so I move around to the side porch and ring the bell to his door. I can hear him as he comes down the stairs to open the door, his cowboy boots echo on the hard wood.   And the door opens.   He’s a bit taller than I am, standing at 5’10” and definitely he has more muscle.   Dark hair and light lustrous eye that gleam even in the shade of the covered porch.   He takes me...