I really miss the function on this site where you could put your thought of the day! How many other of you are with me on this? I really miss being able to write a short blurb about what I'm currently fantasizing about, what kind of mess I'm planning...

I don't know where the appropriate place is to share this, but I feel that sharing about my experience might not only help others out there that are suffering with something similar, but it also might help me get some answers, because I'm still searc...

Today I thought I'd reflect on my story of how I went from being a closet fetishist to openly sharing my intimate exploits online. For many years, I was afraid to even be caught looking at this site! I used to actively try to push my messy thoughts o...

I get asked a lot why my name is boychucker and what does it mean? Well, the answer is, I don't really know! It's the name of a Rocket From the Crypt song that I love and, for me, the inside joke is that I would love to wrestle a guy and I'm 5'11 and...

This post began with a forum question about if anyone has had any bad wam experiences before. While I've had many, many good times, it can't be all rainbows and orgasms all the time! I shared a couple of my experiences and the reactions people had to...

*The name of the man in this story has been changed because I wrote this without his consent or knowledge. This happened in June 2014 and a couple of times since. "You HAVE TO go to the quarry with me," said Johnny, his eyes twinkling, pleading, ho...

Growing up, I would keep a lot of VHS recordings if any of them had anything to do with anything wet or messy. Even if it was just a two minute scene or a short music video, I would keep it so I could watch it again privately later. I really loved th...

One time when I was about 6, I got my brand new sneakers muddy. My parents house was next to a dirt road with some woods on the other side. This dirt road always seemed to be wet and muddy. I remember I would always walk as near as I could to the pud...

I was surprised the first time I had a dream about something messy. I felt an incredible amount of shame, because I dreamed about one of my classmates and her mom. I was in Kindergarten and my classmate's name was *******. Her mom was a business prof...

For as long as I can remember, I've always had a very visceral reaction to all things wet and messy. The earliest memory I have of something like this happened when I was five years old. It was a hot summer day and I was with my family on a country d...