Just What He Wants

 Near Home—July, 2025

I took a couple of days off from sex after the great house party detailed in the last two posts.  (You know it’s a great night if I have that much to say about it!)  But by Tuesday I was horned.  I checked in with Kieran, the married cocksucker, but he could not get away.  So, I headed to the bookstore.  I wondered if anyone would be there.  It proved to be a frisky, older crowd…

 

I go in.  The room has five people in it.  All men around my age or older.  All either stroking themselves or keading bulges in their shorts. I sit in my usual chair and unzip.  The moment I am hard, a man, who had been stroking, comes over to me.  He is all smiles.  I would guess he’s a few years older than myself.  His hair, what there is of it, is brown with lots of gray.  He is wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt.

“Need some help?”

I nod.  “A mouth is almost always better than a hand.”

He laughs and goes to his knees.  He takes me to the root on the first go.  He’s good.  He moves to lots of tongue work in my slit.  And now some repeated deep throating.  He is so sure he’s about to get my load.  When he doesn’t, he moves to my balls.  He is on the borderline of being too rough with them.  He moves back to my cock just before I’m about to tell him to lick not suck on my hairy sack.  He spends a few more minutes trying to extract my cum before his knees tire.

He nods to me and goes to sit down near another man.  I watch them.  The smiling guy is soon on his knees again—and rewarded with a cum I his mouth.

I stroke.

A man from near the gay screen comes over.  He is dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt, with a generic ballcap on his head.  He is likely late 50’s.  He leans into my ear and whispers that he’d like to suck me.  I nod.  He comes around and kneels, turning the brim of the ballcap to the back.  For the longest time he just looks at my wet, glistening dick.   He finally cups my balls with his left hand.  His right grasps my shaft, but not too tightly.  He begins to lick the inches that are not clasped in his hand.  I like his tongue action, but I yearn for him to go deeper.  I am guessing he has a gag reflex, hence the fist on my cock—for it’s not moving in an effort to get me to cum more easily.

I let him do what he wants.  Finally, I ask if he can let go of my dick.  He looks up at me, thinks about it and releases his grip on my cock.  He bends—and takes the same shallow amount of my dick into his mouth.  I touch his head to try to get him to try another inch.  He rears back, thanks me, and goes out the door.

I stroke. 

Guys left in the room are eyeing me, but no one comes over—or makes any gesture for me to go to them.

We all stroke.

The door opens. 

A man in a power wheel chair comes in.  He halts right in front of the screen getting his bearings.  He spots me and the chair glides to the side of where I’m siting.  “Now that’s a big dick.”  He reaches for it and hefts it.  “Nice.”  He strokes it, with his soft fingers.  He lets go to maneuver the chair so he can lean out it.  He can just reach me to suck it, but it looks like a precarious position.

“Let me stand.” 

He smiles before I rise and feed him my dick.  He sucks me.  He has skills.  But seemingly no time.  He moves the chair back with a “Gotta go.” He wheels right out the door.

I sit back down and wonder why he’d buy a ticket if he can only spend 3 minutes in the room.  Or maybe he didn’t—and he got in free to a quick ‘look around.’

I stroke my now very wet dick.

The door opens again.  In comes the man with his long grey hair in a ponytail from a few posts ago.  He sits right next to me.  “Glad to see you again,” he whispers.  In moments, he slides to the floor and moves in front of me.  He sucks me down.  He takes me to the root and stays there.  I feel his tongue swirl around my shaft.  Slowly he pulls up, licking all the way.  He licks my head.  He spends a long time on my now sweaty balls.  He does it all again.

He pulls me.  “Your dick is so hot.”

I mutter a ‘thanks.’

“I love to suck it, but I’d really like to feel it in my ass again.”

My ears perk up.  Had we fucked in the old set up?  Maybe.  I can’t recall.  Instead, I ask if he’s prepped for a fuck.

He leans in to whisper.  “I always do when I come here, though usually it’s a waste of time.”

I tell him to strip.  He ditches his shorts and underwear.  He leaves on his white Tee and athletic socks.  I suggest he kneel in a neighboring chair.  He counters he’d like to stand and use the pole for balance. 

Whatever’s easier.  He leans, jutting his lily-white butt towards me.  I am lubed and ready.  I sink into him.  He’s not tight, but not loose.  The moment I am all the way in, he squeezes me in welcome, his sphincter tight on my shaft.  I wait until he releases me and begin a slow pumping. 

This is so unexpected.  I never thought I’d be fucking with today’s crowd.  The three or four men still here are very appreciative of the live porn.  All stroke to the fuck in front of them.

Still using the pole for balance, Pony Tail bends a little more.  I slide even deeper into his juicy ass.  My cock feels super wet.  I pump him harder.

I say words I didn’t expect to say:  “Can I cum in your ass?”

“Don’t you dare waste it.”  Then he moans and once again clamps down on my dick.  I love the tightness.  I am damn close.

“Tell me that you want my cum…”

“I do.”  He pants faster.  “I want you cum in my ass.”  He moans again.  “I’ve always wanted it…”

That does it.  I begin to shoot deep into his guts.  Over and over.  Giving him exactly what he wanted.

The Pigs Keep Rutting in All the Wet Holes (Conclusion)

 Grand Rapids—June, 2025

(This picks up right where we left off…)

 

A new man, at least 6’4” comes in.  He is likely late 30’s, wears a ball cap, a harness and a brightly colored jock.  His body has seen the gym, but not slavishly.  He watches the three couples:  Fist Guy taking the Latin, the unknown man still sucking Black Cub and me with my tongue buried in the hot ass of Black Glasses.

The new guy touches his swelling cock, kneading it with his hand.  “Fuck, I’ve found the pigs…”

He walks over.  Black Glasses has the available mouth.  He shoves his hardening cock into him.  This makes me stop eating ass and want to fuck it.  I stand up and slide in.  Black Glasses groans, now filled with two dicks.  My fuck stroke bounces him farther down the shaft of the cock in his mouth.  He takes both of us easily.

“You want a turn up his ass?” I ask the new arrival. 

He nods.  “Get me hard enough to fuck you,” he mutters to Black Glasses.

Just saying the words makes him go from semi-hard to fully erect.  I pull out of Black Glasses.  Being a good pig, he spins around on the floor and cleans my dick and rubbing his butt up against the cock that just hardened up in his mouth.  The tall guy in the ball cap pushes into BG’s wet hole.  He sighs, holds in place for a moment and begins to fuck.  I love seeing a new cock ram into Black Glasses.  My gaze wanders over to the Latino plowing Fist Guy.  The younger man is fucking him hard and fast.  He pulls out and Fist Guy moves to clean him up.

Ball Cap slaps the ass he’s fucking and pulls out.  Black Glasses turns to clean him, but Fist Guy has beat him to it.  Partners change.  Fist Guy is now on all fours on the mat I’ve brought for the rimseat.  The Latino sinks his cock into BG’s ass.  But he doesn’t like to be on his knees—and suggests the sling.  The three of us go there.

The moment Black Glasses is settled in it, the Latino says “You go first Daddy.  I want to watch you fuck him.”  He stands to the side and jerks as I do a quick lick of BG, stand up and plunge in.  Fuck, the angle and the ease of the fuck is so much better here.  I fuck for a bit.  Then I stand still and move the sling with my arms, pushing it off my dick and pulling it back onto me.

The Latino is ready.  He takes over the fuck.  He points to the floor beside him.  I know what he wants.  I kneel there—and he begins a new round of fucking ass and then my mouth.  It’s hot—and even easier at the sling.  After a few minutes it’s my turn again up Black Glasses.  This time, the Latino feeds his cock to BG as I fuck.

The Latino looks at me.  “Daddy, do you take dick?  I’d love to fuck you.”

I shake my head and keep on ramming my drooling cock into Black Glasses…

*

Things have shifted again.  The Latino and BG are on the couch.  Deep kissing has led to him riding the Latino’s cock.  I watch and then go back into the other room.  A new bottom, who came late to the last party, is ass up on the bed.  Ball Cap is fucking him.  I go another round up Fist Guy, encouraging him to kneel right next to the new guy.  Ball Cap watches me fuck and I watch him—and then we switch partners.  And back again.

“Great dick,” says Ball Cap.  “I’m vers—so you know.”

I nod.

It is less than twenty minutes later that Ball Cap is in the sling and I am opening his ass.   A group forms around us.  I fuck him.  The Latino fucks him.  Black Glasses fucks him for a moment, too.  Then it’s back to me.  We do one more round, each taking a turn on him.  Round and round.

I am up him yet again.  I lean over to Ball Cap and whisper: “I want you on the rimseat.  I need to taste your ass after all these cocks.  He nods, ready for a change.  We leave the Latino and BG once more making out of the couch.  We pass Black Cub fucking the new arrival on the bed.  I get under the seat and he sits on my face.  He’s a big guy with a large bubble butt.  It blocks out all light and forces me to just work on his wet and dripping hole.  Coconut oil, ass jizz and precum—it’s a heady mix that drips into my mouth.  He is panting.  I can hear him stroking his dick as I eat his hole.  Someone straddles my chest so they can suck him.  Then the same man rides me—and I figure out it is the host.  Some one else seems to be on one side of us and I am guessing he is feeding a cock to Ball Cap as he sits there.  The host bounces on me for a long time—then licks my cock clean.  My tongue just can’t stop fucking into the wet ass plastered to my face…

*

I find that the Latino and Black Glasses are still on the couch.  BG is sucking him one minute and rubbing his ass on his dick as he kisses him the next.  The Latino tenses.  He shoots all over the young man’s ass.  I smile as I watch BG finger some of the cum into his own hole.  They go off to find food.

I fuck Fist Guy in the sling.  But food is sounding good to us, too. 

We take the break.  But cheese and crackers are not what I really want to eat.  I look at Black Glasses.  He nods to me and we go up to the now deserted play area.  He hops in the sling. 

“There’s some cum up there for you…” he smiles.

I go to my knees.  “And I want to add some more…”  I eat his incredibly well used hole.  It is sloppy in the best way possible.  And he has more cum in it than the Latino’s.  I’m not sure who filled him up and I don’t care.  My cock is drooling.  I’m ready to fuck.  I make myself stand up and push into his puffy hole.  He groans.  So do I.  He takes a hit of poppers.  And I begin a slow fuck.  And build.  And slow.  I take a whiff myself. 

Fuck!

I build the speed of the fuck.  Faster and faster.

“Breed me, Daddy!  Love your cock…give it to me…fill me up…”  Black Glasses is babbling now—and it is making me hotter and hotter.  I love group sex—but I am thrilled we have this moment alone.  He takes another hit and his hole grinds down on my cock.

“YES!”

I’m there.  My cock explodes.  Round after round of sperm is shot deep into his hole.  He begins to shake.  He’s having an anal orgasm.  I stay in place, loving the spasms on my deflating cock.  He pants…and finally opens his eyes.

I smile.

I go to my knees and soothe his dripping hole with my tongue, relishing the taste of my own cum…

"I've Found the Pigs!" (Part One)

 Grand Rapids—June, 2025

 

It was the last Saturday of June.  After dinner, I packed the rimseat into its travel bag and put it in the car.  I was headed north for a night of good group fucking.  I have been playing with this group for a long time now (since January of 2017).  I love the vibe.  I love that it is free of hard ‘party’ drugs.  I love the mix of men—many I now consider friends.  No one can make it every time, so you don’t always see the same guys.  And there are always new recruits.  The common denominator is that we love group sex—and we love it piggy. 

I got there in excellent time.  I talked to the host for a moment before I went upstairs to set up the rim seat.  Sex was already happening.  A man I didn’t know was being plowed, face down, on the bed by the thin, big dicked friend of the host.  I set up the seat, smiled at the top (the bottom’s face was buried in a leather pillow) and went downstairs to strip…

 

I talk to the host for a moment as I stow my clothes into my gym bag.  He encourages me to go back up.  He tells me that the new (to me) bottom, has been here for some time and has taken some fist as well as cock.  I go upstairs again, now in just my jock and boots.  The bottom is on all fours, sucking the cock that has just fucked him.   He is near enough to the end of the bed that I can just kneel on the floor and begin to lick his ravaged ass hole.  He groans. 

He has been busy tonight.  His ass lips are engorged and full.  I pay particular attention to them, suckling each into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue.  The Fist Guy groans around the dick in his mouth.  I begin tongue fucking him.  Hard.  And Fast.  He begins to pant.  He pulls off the dick he’s been sucking: “Fuck me!”

“It’s a great hole,” says the top being cleaned up.

I stand up.  My dick slides in easily.  He gasps.  I slap his ass and he tightens down on my very hard cock.   I speed up the fuck.  Now Fist Guy is really panting.  He holds onto the dick he’s been sucking, too lost in the pleasure of his prostate being assaulted to remember to service him.  I slow down and pull out.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his crack.  I’ve guessed right; the guy is a natural luber.  His ass is awash with ass jizz.  I am right where I want to be.  I lick and spit and have to remind myself to stand up and fuck him once more.

“Take him to the sling,” says the Friend of the Host.

“You want me in their deeper?” I ask.

The groan I get from him is all the affirmative we need.  We move over to the room on the other side of the stairway.  The sling is hung from the rafters with a mirror above it.  Fist Guy jumps in.  He likes his feet on the chains so he can keep changing the position of his legs.  I kneel and begin to lick him out once more.

Soon enough I am plowing him deep and strong.  I like watching his face as he takes cock.  He is very expressive.  I ease up on the fuck.  Now it’s slow.  Very slow.  A shallow in and out.  It drives him crazy.  “Give it to me.  Slam that fucker home,” he groans.  I tease his hole by slowing down even more.  He whimpers.   I build to a hard fuck, rocking the sling.  He pants.  I slow so he can take a hit of poppers.  The moment the cap is on, I build to a fuck that makes the chains creak in the I-bolts.

I slow it down.  I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cranes around the side of the sling so he can taste himself on me.  He licks me clean.  I go and do the same for his ass.  I hear poppers open.  As they close, I stand up and fuck him once again.

The Black cub has arrived, along with the blond young man I called Black Glasses.  There is a third man, unknown to me.  He’s likely in his 40’s and already sucking on Black Cub, who sits in a chair in the other room.  The blond young man comes to us.  He takes his cock out and jerks to me eating the ass he knows I just fucked.  He leans in and kisses the man in the sling.  I stand up and fuck Fist Guy.   Black Glasses twists his nipples as FG moans.

“I should stretch,” Fist Guy tells me as I slow down.  The three of us go into the other room.  Fist Guy sits on a bench that is at the end of where I have set up the rimseat.  He wants Black Glasses in his mouth.  He begins to suck him to full hardness.  Which leaves Black Glasses’ bubble butt for me.  I kneel.  I have to pull his full cheeks apart to get my tongue on his hole.  He groans at having two mouths work on him.  He reaches behind himself and grabs my head, holding it in place.  I keep spitting into his hole; I want him ready for my cock.

Fist Guy pulls off Black Glasses hard dick.  “Fuck him!”  He supports Black Glasses, having him use his shoulders for support.  This makes BG’s ass jut out and my tongue can go deeper.  Fist Guy starts whispering obscenities into BG’s ear:  all the things my cock is going to do to his young ass.

I stand up.  My cock is rampant.  I slap it on Black Glasses’ ass.  He moans.  Fist Guy kisses him, deep and long.  I can only imagine his tongue fucking the young man’s mouth as my dick slides into his hole.  He’s tight.  But he knows how to relax to let me get in.  Fist Guy is now stroking BG’s back.  I love their connection after meeting all of ten minutes ago.  My cock bottoms out.  I hold.  And begin to fuck.

A new guy, a Latin man, very good looking with dark hair in all the right places, has arrived.  He comes over and watches us fuck.  He strokes a hot seven incher.  A pronounced foreskin covers his dickhead with each stroke.

“Hot butt,” he says, pumping faster.

“You want in?”

He nods.  I fuck another couple of strokes. I pull out.  The Latin’s eyes light up when he sees my size.  But right now, he’s all about fucking the youngest guy here.  He takes some coconut oil from the table next to us and lube’s his cock.  He positions himself and pushes in.  Black Glasses moans at the intrusion of another dick.  Fist Guy, still letting Black Glasses use his shoulders for support, reaches down and spreads the ass cheeks of the younger man for this second anal assault. 

The Latin guy fucks harder.  I go to my knees and watch the action at eye level.  The Latin guy shows off for me, fucking him at many speeds and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out to show how wet and shiny it is.  The third time he does it, I take him in my mouth.  He loves this—it doesn’t last long for I quickly guide him back into the hot hole in front of him.  But now he knows what I want.  He fucks BG for a couple of dozen strokes, then pushes his glistening dick into my mouth.  I clean him quickly and he fucks back into Black Glasses.

We move around.  Black Glasses wants to see who has been fucking him.  He kneels to suck that uncut prick right next to me.  He passes the cock to me with his mouth.  I suck the Latin as BG licks his balls.  Then we reverse.  Fist Guy stands up, turns and bends, showing off his older ass for the Latin.  In moments he has the new dick buried in him.  BG and I kiss, sharing the juices of the man we just shared.  I turn him and eat his freshly fucked hole.

A new man, at least 6’4” comes in.  He is likely late 30’s, wears a ball cap, a harness and a brightly colored jock.  His body has seen the gym, but not slavishly.  He watches the three couples:  Fist Guy taking the Latin, the unknown man still sucking Black Cub and me with my tongue buried in the hot ass of Black Glasses.

The new guy touches his swelling cock, kneading it with his hand.  “Fuck, I’ve found the pigs…”

 

(Lots more to cum.  I will try to post the rest tomorrow at this time…)

“Stand Up and Let Him Do You.”

 Near Home—June, 2025

As June came to an end, I realized what great sex I had had that month.  I love variety and in the last 27 days, I’d had good sex at the two bookstores (including some CBT with Gym Built), a great bathhouse experience, plus some much-needed change of pace one on ones—first with fisting and then with throat fucking.  Tomorrow was the hot house party I attend.  Did I really need more?

Yes, of course, I did.  It was Friday afternoon and I had nothing else to do but prowl the bookstore…

 

As I park, the hot, humid weather feels oppressive.  But there are dark clouds gathering.  I hope for some rain to cut the heat as I grab my water bottle and go in.  The clerk looks as hot as I feel.  I pay and go into the dark room.  There is an extra fan, nicely aimed right at my favorite chair.  I sit and unzip.  There are perhaps six of us here, including the cock sucking couple.

Shaved Head finds me the moment I’m hard.  He lowers himself gingerly to the floor, using the armrests of my chair to help.  His mouth finds the wet head of my cock.  He makes it wetter.  I sigh.  I watch the massive cock on the screen being serviced, just like mine is being sucked.  But Shaved Head gets more of my dick in his mouth than that young woman on the screen.  He repeatedly takes me to the root.  The last time he chokes.  He pulls off me to catch his breath.

A man I recognize from here comes in.  He sits beside me, watching the blow job.  He is likely my age or a little older. He is tall and slim with longish snow-white hair pulled back into a pony tail.  I know he used to blow me in the two-room set up here.  This is the first time I’ve seen him in the new space.

Shaved Head concentrates all too briefly on my balls.  He gets them wet and goes back to working just the head of my cock.  His tongue is everywhere.  The guy with the pony tail is watching every move.  He unzips and his right hand disappears from view.  Shaved Head’s knees begin to go, I can tell.  He lasts another minute or so before patting my knees (and then using them as leverage points to stand up.)  He finds his partner and they head out the door.

“May I?” asks Pony Tail. 

I nod.  He bends from the seat.  It’s an odd angle, but he takes more of me in his cavernous mouth than I expect.  He licks and sucks.  He digs his tongue in my piss slit.  Over and over.  I sigh.  This acts as a signal for him to go to the floor.  Now he can deep throat me with ease.  Shaved Head has a tighter throat—I appreciate my cock not feeling so constricted inside Pony Tail.

A man comes up from the seating behind me.  It’s a guy I used to fuck regularly here, until he started asking for condoms.  He watches for a moment, then drops his pants to his ankles and feeds me his dick.  I love being in the middle for oral—a hot mouth on my cock and a dick to pleasure at the same time.  I decide I must be doing something right for the guy I’m sucking is moaning constantly.  Pony Tail loves seeing me sucking a dick.  He moves to my balls—and has me groaning around the cock lodged in my mouth.

Pony Tail suddenly stops.  An alarm on his watch has gone off.  He stands up pats my shoulder and takes off.  The guy in my mouth pulls out of me.  “You feel like fucking?”

“Sure.  And I even have a Magnum in my pocket.”  I do.  Just for this.

“I got on PrEP.  You don’t need it.”  He starts stripping off the rest of his clothes.  He tosses them under his chair.  He kneels on the seat.  I get up and spend some time eating his ass.  He likes it, but he keeps pleading for my cock.  (This actually makes one of the men in the room put down his phone and get his cock out as he watches us go at it.)  I stand up and begin to fuck.  His ass feels great—hot and wet.  I pump into him with long, slow strokes.  He moans and grabs his cock.  I can hear him start to jerk it.

I pick up the pace.  My dick is feeling really good.  It is really drooling into his tight ass.  I start to build the speed a little more.  This makes him rear up, moving so that he pulls off me.  “Not so hard,” he whispers.  I go back in, but the spell is broken.  I fuck him at the slow tempo he likes.  Any thoughts of orgasm for me fade away.  I give him a good five minutes of vanilla fucking before I stop.   He gets dressed to leave as I go rinse off my cock in case other men aren’t into ass to mouth…

*

 I jerk to the porn for a while.  Off to my side, I watch two other men partner up and take turns sucking the other.  The door opens.  A hot guy in his 50’s comes in, dressed very business casual which is odd for this venue.  He is followed in by a man my age with cropped grey hair.  In moments, Business Guy sits next to me and unzips.  Grey Hair is on his knees waiting to suck.  I stroke.  In moments, Business Guy’s left hand replaces mine on my dick.

“You need to suck this one, too,” he tells Grey Hair.  “Stand up and let him do you.”

I don’t need any more encouragement.  I rise and stand right next to Business Guy.  Grey Hair can now go from one big cock to the other.  Business Guy has a thick dick, even thicker than mine.  It’s shorter—so Grey Hair has a great contrast as he moves from one to the other of us.  When Grey Hair is sucking Business Guy, BG is thoughtfully stroking me so I don’t feel left out.

“I want you to suck me, too.” BG says to me.

I go to my knees.  Instinctively, Grey Hair pulls off the thick cock and starts licking BG’s balls.  I lean in and suck the leaky cock.  Grey Hair and I are a good team; we trade back and forth with ease, going from cock to balls and back again.  BG is loving this and moaning.

“I want to watch you suck him some more,” he tells Grey Hair.  At first, I stand to the other side of Business Guy, but soon, I want to relax and enjoy this hot mouth.  I sit in the corner chair and let Grey Hair suck.  He’s really good.  BG strokes harder as he sees GH suck me to the root—and gag.  He pulls off, trailing a long string of deep throat spittle.  Grey Hair wraps it around my quivering cock and swallows me again.

Business Guy is suddenly on his feet.  I am guessing he is going to shoot.  But he doesn’t, he moves to the restroom and then is gone.  Grey Hair shrugs and he-doubles his efforts on me.  I am actually close to shooting from oral.

“Fuck,” I moan.  “I’m really close…”

I expect him to work harder; be thrilled he’s getting the load.  Instead, he stands up and follows Business Guy out the door.  I am blue balled.  Fuck!  I stop stroking, return to my seat and drink from my water bottle.

No one left in the room is playful.  I am on the verge of cramming my erection into my pants and leaving as the door opens.  A thin, handsome Latino enters.  I vaguely recognize him as a guy I’ve seen around, but I have never played with him.  He sits along the side wall.  We watch each other.  He is fascinated with my cock.  Soon he opens his shorts.  His cock is pencil thin, but long and hooded.  He strokes it hard.  He takes his T-shirt and puts the front of it behind his neck, exposing his thin, but defined chest.

We stroke.  We eye each other, not the screen.

I can’t stand it.  I stand up and go over, standing before him.  He nods and reaches out his free hand.  He lightly strokes my cock, while still doing the same to his with his other hand.  I want him to suck me.  But he makes no other move.

“Can I suck your dick?”  I figure that might break the ice.

He nods.  I go to my knees.  I suck him all the way down.  His dick is so thin, it never blocks my airway.  He is dripping copiously.  My tongue is everywhere.  I suck and lick.  I go to his balls.  This seems to shock him, more than please him.  I reluctantly move back to his dick.

He taps me on the shoulder.  I look up and he gestures for me to stand.  It’s worked, I think; he wants to suck me.  I stand up.  His hand goes back on me. He jerks.  With a mission.  Fuck!  I am shooting all over his thin chest.  The violence of my orgasm makes him stop stroking.  I grab my cock and finish coating his chest.

I stumble into the restroom to wash my hands, letting my dick finish draining into the yellow jock.  I go outside.  Torrential rains are flooding the parking lot.  A lot like my cock on his chest.  I wait for it to ease up.  It doesn’t. 

I am joined by the Latino.  “I want more,” he tells me.  We agree to meet next Friday.  I finally brave the rain and run to my car.  Soaked…

 

The next Friday was July 4^th.  He didn’t show up…but that’s a story for another day…

Welcome to New Readers

 From My Desk—July, 2025

 

Today I want to share some good news about From My Side of the Sling.  You may remember that I was really disheartened by the number of visitors to the site after Covid.  I understood the drop—I had nothing much to report for a long time.  When things were closer to normal, I found I was writing more—but still the number of visits to the site were down a third and often way more.

As I began reporting IML at the top of June this year, the number of daily hits suddenly doubled.  Then tripled.  On June 24^th, the number was 6.5 times higher than my daily average.  The flood gates opened on June 27:  18 times the number of visitors were reading—and they were going through the back posts.  Two days later, I couldn’t believe that I had 23 times the regular number of hits on the site.  Thousands of visitors.

It has gone down slightly, now—we are averaging 17 times the number of hits compared to the top of the year.

Brazil and Vietnam have suddenly out-paced the USA in readership.  (For all I know those could be readers here in the US feeling forced to use a VPN.)  I still have a great smattering of hits from around the world.  It used to by more English speaking countries, but not anymore.

Welcome to all new readers, wherever you are—and I love you are exploring the treasure trove of material here.

I hope in mentioning this I don’t jinx that huge growth in readership, but right now it feels like a lovely summer reward for the years of work on honestly reporting my sex life.

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Speaking of summer rewards…

Throat Fucking White Beard

 My Playroom—June, 2025

A few posts ago, I wrote about the second Saturday group at the Jackson bookstore (where a cocksucker was so helpful in finding me a hot ass to fuck.)  I am surprised I didn’t mention a man with a long white beard.  He was good cocksucker.  Really good.  And hungry.  He begged to get my phone number so we could meet again.  He had enough skills, that I gave it to him.

He sent a text wanting to meet the next day.  I said no.  He tried again.  This time, we arranged a session that was 10 days after our first meeting, time to let things ‘be new again.’ It is rare that I invite a man over only for cock sucking and nothing else.  But we all know I like variety…

 

He stands on my porch, all smiles.  His hair is snow white, as is the long, scraggily beard that comes down to the middle of his chest.  He is likely a little older than I am.  His face and arms have been out in the hot sun and are slightly pink.  We go down to the playroom where he strips.  I have on just boots and the yellow jock.  He tosses his clothes in the chair.  I have fairly tame porn on the television, but he’s riveted to it.  I lean on the fuck bench.  I am pretty sure his knees will be glad for the padded floor under it.

He mumbles something I can’t quite make out as he kneels in front of me.  I don’t know how he will react to the slightly dirty jock full of the scent of many men.  The answer is that he mouths it and moans in the back of his throat.  He licks it, getting the fabric wet.  Finally, his hand comes up and he pulls the pouch to one side.  His lips make contact with my swelling dick.  He takes the head in his mouth and his tongue goes to work on my piss slit.  

White Beard deep throats me just before I get fully hard.  I love hardening up deep inside him.  My cock swells, cutting off his air.  He pulls back, panting, and hungrily takes me to the root again.  Two or three times in a row.

“Balls.”

He obediently starts licking them.  He seems to enjoy their flavor.  He lifts them and licks along my cockring.  I moan myself.

“Lie on the bed, head hanging over.”

He does, all atingle with anticipatory delight.  I move to the foot of the bed.  It’s a deep knee bend to get low enough, but it’s the perfect throat fuck.  I piston in and out of his open mouth and straight into his throat.  He groans and plays with his tiny dick.  I pull out. I am rewarded with a strand of deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my cock.

I tell him to get up.  I lie down and spread my legs.   It’s a good change of mood.  He can lick and suck however he wants.  He does a lot of licking up and down my shaft.  Now deep throating.  He leaves trails of wetness everywhere.  He loves the mirror reflecting his every move.

I have to remind him about my balls again.  He goes for them with enthusiasm.  He slobbers over the hairy orbs.  He licks it off.  He repeats the whole process.  He takes them into his mouth one at a time, his tongue swirling over them.  He lifts them and cleans the sex sweat around my cockring.  He goes farther down on my perineum.  He stops just short of licking my pucker.  He moves back up and repeats it all.

“I want to fuck your face again, but not on the bed.”

I get up.  I unhook the sling and let it hang down from the back chains.  I stand in the middle of the frame.  He kneels on the padded floor here.  I move forward, my hard cock slapping his cheek.  I grab my dick and use it as a club.  On his forehead.  His nose.  His open mouth as he sticks out his tongue.  Now I plunge into his open mouth.  He takes my intense throat fucking.  When I stop, I let him lick up all the spittle sticking to my shaft.  Without warning, I start a hard fucking of his mouth.  Deep into his throat.  He almost gags, but controls it—and lets me keep going.

We take a breather on the bed.  He is eyeing the toys.  He loves the looks of the big ones.

“Want to use one on me?”

“Did you clean out?”

“Nope.”

“Then, no.”

I stand up and feed him my cock.  Letting him be in charge.  He repeats all his tricks.

I take the mat for the rimseat and toss it on the floor by the bed.  He kneels on it.  I stand up for a throat fucking.  “Cum on my chest…” he mutters, when I take a breather.  I am surprised he doesn’t want the load in his mouth.  I try to think what else I can do with him.  But everything seems like just a repeat. 

And I have had my fill.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it will trigger an orgasm.  I fuck his face—and the vapors do the job.  At the last moment, I pull out and cover his chest.  My cum clings to the white hair there.  White Beard grabs his own cock and shoots right along with me…

Osvaldo Takes Cock and Cum All Over the Bathhouse

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