If you have been following this blog as of late you might have noticed some old sketches I’ve been using to illustrate my posts. These were done about thirteen years ago. I took a sketchbook, some nibs and a bottle of ink, and did a series of hard and fast drawings of all the porn on my iMacs hard drive. It was a wonderful experiment that offered me the chance to work with nibs and ink, while at the same time, try to improve my understanding of the smutty form, as well as relaxing my line work. Maybe one day I’ll print a book of these drawings. Over the next few months don’t be surprised if you see more of them on this blog, because I am truly in a lull for new material, but I like these drawings and the seem to provide a catalyst for my horny thoughts.
I’m caught between the upper lip and the whiskers of a strange man. Can’t say why I’m here in this space and time but I know I wanna hang in this moment as long as possible. I know there is stability, there is direction, there is identity. Yes! I wanna ride the ‘stache until I fall asleep for 8 hours straight. Piss in his mouth and roll over instead of getting up. Why because Mustache Man is here for me and I’m here for him.
Mel Street was a country music star who died before his time. Handsome fucker, ain’t he? I really wanted to buy this record but it rang like a lot of middle of the road 70s country music. Kinda dull for this rocker. I am not at the point where I want to spent eight bucks for a hot album cover but this one came close to starting me down that path. Just do me, and Mel, a favor and enjoy his beauty in this old record cover.
Not that long ago I wrote a blog entry about wanting to be called a “Rock n Roll Daddy” if you were to call me “Daddy” at all. I wanted to emphasize that the term “Daddy” is one that is personal and not to be taken for granted. On the flip side I generally don’t throw out the label ”boy” when chatting up fellas online (unless they truly are boys-under 27.) It’s not that I don’t want that kind of intamacy between me and another man, but my experience has taught me it’s rarely that easy to click at that level meeting through social media. Either we never meet, or when we do expectations were not met to facilitate a good Daddy/boy session. Also, I don’t know where my heart is going to lay, who I’m going to meet, what I’m going to learn or who I am going become, so until I find some certainty in the imaginary land of ”Daddy & boy” I’m looking for “buds.” Friends. Friends who like to fuck, fuck and talk, and fuck off together. So if you chat with me on one of those fancy phone apps I might just call you “bud,” because that’s what Daddy wants.
If you like spelunking through old vinyl you might know what I’m talking about. Some band photos borderline on some far out Friend Finder profile that I sorta wanna be a part of. Ok not all 70s/80s dudes are “10s” and they were all probably wearing shitty cologne that’s worse than any Axe product on the market. But! You gotta like how frank these photos are. It’s like yer in bed in the band. Kinda freaky!
I’m just going to keep posting more straight male porn butts at my Hairy Straight Butt Page. Only 2 sets so far, butt if you like forbidden fruit as much as I do maybe add it to your favorites. I plan on dumping here a few more times.
Need an ass to ride
A place to hide
Come up behind
Grab both sides
Glissen and glide
Catch my stride
Pile it high
Pop my top let it fly
Not gonna lie
Been looking online
Cuz it’s been a long time
Since I was deep inside
Not gonna cry
Or loose my mind
Just gimme an ass to ride
And to chew on too!
Inflating a hot air balloon naked seems like a summer activity, don’t it? Anyhow, I found this 70s bro in the UMM archives, and just needed a somewhat decent reason to post it.
For the past few years I have been reluctant to label myself as a “Daddy.” When I first began topping men I abstractly enjoyed (and jacked off to) the idea of being some kind of a father figure to a hot sub. Personalities being what they are, I never quite found my boy. More often than not I found the term being forced on me by men who did not quite fit the bill. I came to realize that for “Daddy” to work for me, I needed to feel a deeper connection with the sub beyond the sexual, and as noted earlier, I never found my boy. These days I see all sorts of variants on sub/Dom relationships play out at the local gay bars on fetish nights, and I’m inspired! I don’t want to dress up like a dog, a biker, or a lumberjack. I’m not a furry or a gaymer and most bar scenes bore me. No! The one thing I love more than anything is rock and/or rock ‘n’ roll. It’s my favorite thing to talk about, listen to, and work on. I have my own band, I write music, and produce a cartoon rock band. I have a psychedelic dungeon in my basement filled with old records. One day I look forward to sharing this love of music and art with some eager sub minded individual. I wouldn’t call listening to music kinky(unless you are listening to The Kinks,) but I can’t think of a better way to spend time with my boy before molesting him in the garage. So if you see me out and about or online, call me “Rock ‘n’ Roll Daddy” and you will most likely get my attention.
I have to be honest, I’ve been a little uninspired lately. It’s true I haven’t been posting much, and I haven’t added anything to the shop for awhile. But to be fair it’s been a busy summer for Mortimer Pye. I have not had as much time for my thoughts on man sex. Well at least constructive organized thoughts. Mostly I’ve been sleeping in late, waking slowly, with my erection leading me through dreamland. The internet has been a poor substitute for what I really want. I am confident that once this summer cools down and the fall arrives I will have more time and energy for sex blogging, and meeting some handsome fellas in the real world.