Thursday, January 30, 2020

A Hot Hole for Christmas


Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2019

I went home from my final day in Indiana and repacked two suitcases. One would fly with me to Jersey so I could spend Christmas with my brother and his partner.  The other would stay in the trunk of my car in the airport parking lot.  I was flying home and driving directly to Toronto for the last Fukdto of the year and I planned to stay in town to fuck in 2020.

I didn’t expect to have any play in Jersey.  I had far less time there this year with my work contract taking me up to just two days before Christmas.  I had checked in with Rudy—the great fisting bottom I had opened up on my last trip in March—but he was headed to the Midwest for the holidays with his family.  My couple of contacts in the city were also away.

And then, on my last day there, Rudy showed up on Asspig.  I don’t know if one of us typed the wrong date when we checked in or if he came home early, but there he was…and horny.  We lost no time in setting up a time.  I cleaned up and walked over…


Rudy is looking great.  He’s naked but for a red jock.  I notice his dirty blond hair is cut a little shorter and that his arms look a little more worked out.  He has the sling set up, a fuck bench and a play sheet on his bed.  Porn is playing on his lap top.  I strip down to a jock and put my boots back on.

We start in the sling.  I hunker down and begin running my tongue up and down his moist ass crack.  Rudy begins to pant.  He reaches for his poppers.  I hear them open as my tongue drills into his pucker.

“Daddy, eat me out.  Get me ready for that big raw cock…”  He continues on in this vein as my tongue goes deeper and deeper into his muscle hole.  I spit and leave a ton of saliva behind.  I grease my dick as I suck his already slightly puffy ass lips into my mouth.

I stand up.  “Fuck me,” he grunts out.  “Take me.”  My cock pops in.  The head always surprises men—I see it in his eyes.  I hold still.  When his eyes shut, I sink my full length slowly into him.

I fuck him for quite awhile.  I pull out and eat his now juicy hole.  Rudy sighs and calls me a hot pig daddy.  I go back to cock in his hole. But this time I add an overly greased up finger alongside my shaft.  The stretch is just what he loves.

My cock slides out and I work my left hand in.  Slowly and steadily.  His ass lips clamp on my wrist.  I fuck him with my hand in place.  Then my cock and back to my hand.  Finally, with my fist up him, I slide my cock down my greasy wrist and have both in him at once.

“I need a piss break,” he says.  I help him out of the sling.

I convince him to feed me.  He does—in his spacious walk in shower—but I can see it is feeling odd for him to ‘be in control.’  I don’t bring it up again when he needs to go the next time.

We move him to being on all fours on the bed.    I fuck him—but I have to be on my toes to reach him, the bed is so high.  So it becomes more about my hand.  Deeper and a little harder.

He has a dildo set out.  I grab it.  It is thicker than it looks.  But Rudy takes it.  And demands more.

The second piss break happens.  I lie on the bed, watching the porn.  He comes back and sits on my cock.  Riding me expertly.  “Sit on my face,” I tell him.  “Let me tongue fuck you—then go back to my dick.”  He loves this idea.  He rides me for another minute—then brings his super juicy mancunt up to my face and lowers himself onto my tongue.  “You like my boy hole on your mouth, daddy?”

I can’t answer.  I mumble something into all the wet, red flesh covering my mouth.  Without warning he stands, turns and goes back to my cock.  He leans down and kiss me, moaning at the taste of his ass on my tongue.

A short break while he sets up the laptop to record us. Once we know we are in view, I tie his ankles to the headboard.  I fuck him like this until my knees tell me to stop.  I start my hand back into him—but he thinks his hole has had enough of anything that large.  “I was greedy with that toy…” he confesses.  “I should have made you go slower.”

“Do you still want my load?”

“Fuck yes!”

We adjust the camera to the end of the bed.  His feet are on the floor, his chest to the mattress.  I spend a little time eating his butt to get me primed to cum.  I stand and enter him roughly.  He doesn’t care—he’s on the edge of cumming, too.  His hand is beating his meat as I fuck.

“Breed me, Daddy.  Breed me like you did last time—so deep it wouldn’t come out…”

I thrust hard.  I know I am through his second hole.  I groan—and I pump my load deep as requested.  I hold onto him as he rears up and shoots his load all over the play sheet on the bed.

We collapse on the bed.  Rudy writhes in the most delightful way as I turn him over and lick up the few drops of jizz still dripping from his cock...

Monday, January 27, 2020

Final Fling at the New Bookstore


Eastern Illinois—December, 2019

My job in western Indiana was winding down.  On my last day off, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a hot man to unload in.  On the spur of the moment I decided to head to the new bookstore I’d found in eastern Illinois.  I was determined to have at least some sort of play on my birthday…


I arrive later than usual.  I have missed the lunch time ‘rush.’  I am on the edge of missing any men stopping in after work.  I pay my admission and go through the one door that leads to both theatres.  No one is in the gay theatre.  Two men are watching the straight video.  I sit there.  The porn is nasty enough to be interesting.  I take out my cock and stroke.

I am being actively cruised by a man sitting on the side wall opposite me.  I even inspire him to stop kneading his crotch and to take his cock out, once the other man in the room leaves.  I feel pretty confident that something will happen—until the outside door opens and a new man walks in.  My admirer’s cock disappears the moment he hears the door—and he disappears the moment he sees who it is entering the space.

I sigh, before looking at the new arrival.  He is a well dressed man in a suit (clothes I would not wear here.)  He is likely my age with a full head of grey hair.  His shoes are so well polished they catch the light from the big screen television.  He glances at my cock and walks right by me.  He goes around the corner of the low wall to the side section.  Over the wall, he watches the screen—and me—in a nice back and forth movement of his head.  I wait until I hear his zipper go down before I join him.

I stand in front of him.  His soft hand finds my cock.  I really want him to kneel on the grimy floor in that expensive suit and suck my dick.  He strokes me once or twice and then his hand goes to my shoulder.  I feel the slight pressure of his hand.  I kneel and find a very average, but very hard dick.  I take him into my mouth.  I spend less than a minute on him before he dribbles out his load.  I clean him up, but he still takes a white handkerchief from his pocket and wraps his cock in it before putting it away.  He pats my shoulder and leaves.

I am alone for a long time.

Two men come in.  One goes right to the gay section, so I only hear him, but don’t see him.  The other comes in and stands near me.  He is my age, short, slightly chunky, and has the biggest smile on his face when he sees my cock.  He gropes himself before he comes over to me. 

“Come to the bathroom,” he whispers.

I don’t want to play in there…but I go down the short hall.  I shut and lock the door behind me.  The light is blinding after the darkness of the theatre.  He has dropped his pants.  A nice sized cock is poking out from his shirttails.  He waddles over, with the trousers around his ankles and kneels.  He gives good head.  Enthusiastic and varied.  He pulls off me and looks at my cock.  “Fuck me,” he says.

I ask if he’s prepped.  He says yes.  I help him up and he leans against the sink.  I hunker down and am just about to rim his ass when he reaches behind himself and smears the foulest smelling lube down his ass crack and into his hole that I have ever come across.  I stand up and just stick my dick in him.

The issue is not his cleanliness—that seems to be great—but he is so short, I am doing deep knee bends to fuck him.  But it sure is working for him.  He grunts and fists his thick cock.  “Fuck, yes!” he grunts.  “Plow me hard.”

I keep it up as long as my legs can take it.  I finally have to pull out and step to one side.
“Shit, I am so close,” he announces.  I kneel and take his cock in my mouth just as he blasts a major load.  The moment he comes down from shooting he is all embarrassment.  I leave to let him get cleaned up in peace.  But not until after I wash that foul lube off my cock.

*****

The man in the gay cinema has vanished during our time in the bathroom. 

I sit in there as a new movie is playing—(and no one is in the straight theatre.)

I stroke for about 15 minutes.  Alone.  I am on the edge of leaving and taking myself out for a nice birthday dinner.

The door opens.  I hear the new guy check out the straight side, utter a vocal grunt of disgust and walk in this direction.  It’s the talker—from the last time I was here.  The one who reviewed the technique of the men and women in the porn.  And the director.  And the décor.  And how he could do it better.  He goes behind the low wall and leans on it.

“He sure can take it,” he says, watching an adorable 20-something get fucked by a daddy type on a frilly bed.

I can’t listen to it all a second time.  I stand up and cut to the chase.  “Good to see you again,” I say as I kneel next to him.  This literal shocks him—but also arouses him.  I unzip his pants and take out his semi-hard.

“I thought I recognized you,” he says as his cock goes in my mouth.

He has a short fuse.  He has one moment of taking control and fucking my face before he blows.  At least it’s the biggest load of the day.

He does himself up and leaves.

I wait 15 minutes.  If no one comes in, I tell myself, I’ll leave.

In no time I am in my car and in search of my promised birthday dinner and settling into a good book while I wait for it.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Whoring Out Marshall’s Muscle Butt


Indianapolis—December, 2019

Marshall, the short, shaved headed sub with the muscle butt I had seen twice before, sent me a text.  He’d loved being whored out—and wanted to do it again.  We could meet up only in the late afternoon—so we went to the bathhouse that is downtown hoping for end of work day traffic.

I was slightly late as the freeway I was on stopped for an accident.  I checked in, found my locker and went up to the room number he had sent me.  He’s gotten a big double bed room.  There were mirrors everywhere and a very large flat screen television playing porn.  Marshall greeted me with a big smile on his face—and instantly went to his knees…

I leave the door to the room wide open.  I am in a filthy yellow jock and boots, my towel slung over my shoulder.  “Get my jock wet.”  His mouth is right there.  He inhales deeply and groans in the back of his throat.  Any other man would be stroking himself, but not Marshall.  It’s all about pleasuring me.  He licks the fabric—reinvigorating all the juices left on it:  my own, his and so many other mouths and holes which have pressed against it.  He groans again and begins chewing on it. 

I pull the pouch back and my balls fall into his mouth.  My cock is bent at a crazy angle still in the pouch.  The fabric stretches obscenely to contain it all.  I free it and the shaft slaps against his face.  He groans and opens his mouth but waits for my instructions to suck it.

“Take my dick.   Deep throat it.”

He does.  He continues until I pull out and start fucking his face.

“Get up on the bed.  All fours.  Ass right here.  The ‘here’ is accompanied by the palm of my hand slapping the mattress, right at the edge.  He scrambles up and I kneel.  It’s my turn to inhale the smell of his ass crack—all the light sweat from the exertion and excitement.  I dig into his hole with my tongue.  Out of the corner of my eye I see two men standing in the doorway—their towels tented.

I stand up and slap my cock against his ass.

“You want this dick in you?  Raw?”  The last is for the guys watching and who can’t quite see. I know what my boy of the moment wants. 

“Yes, Sir!”

I push into the spit filled pucker.  One of the guys pushes through the door to get a better look.  “Fuck him,” he whispers.  He drops his towel and strokes.  The other one moves away.  The intruder has a nice enough dick.  He watches me bottom out and the first pull back.  “So hot,” he sighs.

I build up to a good fuck speed.  “You want a turn?”  This sends him out of the room. 

I keep plowing the muscle butt in front of me.  Moments later another man (our age, with a good build and short iron grey hair on his head and in a trimmed goatee) looks in.  He drops his towel too.  He has a good seven inches…and I know from the way he’s looking at that ass, he isn’t going anywhere.  I pull all the way out and slam all the way back in.  Marshall’s ass is open enough to let me do it repeatedly.  I love showing off my full length to the new guy.  “You want a turn?”

“Yeah.  But let me get harder in this pig’s mouth.”  He scrambles up on the bed and worms his way down until his legs are splayed and Marshall is giving him a sloppy blow job as I continue to ream out the ass in front of me.  The guy groans and calls the sub all sorts of names—which only inspire Marshall to give his dick more attention.  “Yeah, I’m ready,” he grunts out.  “Let me at that ass.”

“Sit on him.”  Marshall obeys.  He inches forward and impales himself on the cock that was just in his mouth.  I lean forward and lick the man’s ball as Marshall rides him.  They contract significantly.  “Fuck, he can milk cock…”

I grunt affirmatively, never stopping my tongue from moving.  It’s now going up Goatee’s shaft a little.  Marshall feels it—and begins a slower milking.  One that entails Marshall pausing on the upstroke—to give me a chance to lick the cock—before he slides back down it.  The guy is groaning “You’re a fuckin’ perv, man.  Love it.”

We change around.  Goatee wants to fuck him from behind.  “I think I have another load in me.  I just shot before I walked in here.”  I say a silent thank you to the gods of Viagra and watch the man fuck before I get up on the bed to get to Marshall’s mouth. 

“I know I’d load him if you’d fuck me as I fuck him.” 

I slide right back down.  I grease my cock and get behind Goatee.  I touch his hole.  It’s loose and wet.  It may even have cum in it.  He slows his jack rabbit stroke. I push in.  “FUUUUCK!”

I stand still and let him do the thrusting and impaling.  He is going for the gold.  Faster and faster.  His ass clenches as he spurts his seed into Marshall’s glorious ass.  I just hold still.  He pulls out.  I pull out.  I insist I lick his dick—though it’s making him cringe.  I dive for the trail of jizz leaking out of Marshall’s ass. Goatee watches me clean him up—and plunge my dick into the wet warm cum he left behind.  The load is big.  It squelches as I fuck in it.

Goatee thanks us and realizes we have a crowd watching us outside the door.  He looks at me and shrugs.  “Men are pigs—and you are two of the best.”  He leaves the door open as he leaves and I continue to fuck Marshall’s creamed out hole.

*****

We decide to fuck out of the room.  There is a semi dark area.  It used to be just an empty room.  Now there are more benches and platforming with rails to be bent over.  There is one man getting head as we step in.  We can’t see much else.

I fuck Marshall on a bench.  A young, short Latino (our eyes are accustomed to the light now) wanders through and stops to watch us fuck.  “He has two holes,” I tell him. 

To my surprise he comes up, unwraps his towel and sticks his dick in Marshall’s mouth.  “Ahhh…” he murmurs.  I make sure my hips connect with Marshall’s ass—making a nice thwacking sound in the dim light. 

“You wanna fuck him?”

He nods and comes around.  He has a condom in his hand.  I take it from him.  Without any hesitation he sticks his dick into the wet hole bare.  “I can cum in him?”

“Yes.  Give him another load.  That’s what he wants.”

Bam.  Ten or twelve strokes and the kid is done.  I clean his cock.  Only then do I realize how tiny he is.  But he’s given me a big load to eat out.  He stays to watch me do it for a time before heading for the showers.

Others pass and watch.

We fuck some more, now with Marshall bent over the rail.  A bigger built Latino—and slightly older, comes in.  He watches.  I offer his ass.  No sucking for him.  And no condom hidden in his palm.  He just pushes into the wet hole the moment I pull out.  Twenty odd strokes and he fires off his load.

I clean his cock—this guy loves it—and lick up the few drops of escaping semen.

Traffic has slowed—so we go back to his room.  This time I close the door.  I lie on the bed.  He stands astride my chest and slowly lowers that muscular butt down onto my mouth.  I suck and slurp the three churned loads deep in his guts.  Loads that are slowly oozing out as he sits on my face.  I suck and slobber in true pig heaven.  Marshall finally leans forward.  He collects the precum off my cock head—and bends farther to tongue my tight pucker.  We are in a 69—our faces plastered to the other’s butt crack.

I know it’s time to load him.  I tap his thighs. 

“How do you want me?”

“Just like we started fucking.”

He gets on all fours right at the edge of the bed.  I sink into his wet, sloppy hole.  He let’s all his muscle control go for a moment.  I am cock deep in a delightfully wet mess of a mancunt.  He tightens down the moment he hears me screw the poppers cap shut.

The wave hits as I begin to thrust.  It builds.  It overtakes me.  And I add a fourth load into his cum-sloppy butt…


Marshall’s other two entries are here for "The Sub with the Muscle Butt."

And here for "Churning the Loads in Marshall"

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

The Daddies and the Voyeur


Indianapolis—December, 2019

I wasn’t planning on going back to either of the bathhouses on this day off.  But the Bearded Blond Boy sent me a text.  He’d claimed me as his daddy for the duration of my stay in the Indy area.  He was horny and wanted my dick in his mouth and my tongue in his ass.  I said yes.  It felt so much easier than finding someone new online.   We arranged a time…and I went early.


The steam room is crowded.  The steam cycle has just finished so it’s slow going as I step carefully into the dark, wet room.  I can just manage to find a seat around the corner where the action is hottest.  Instantly I have a mouth on my cock—coaxing it to full hardness.  It feels great.  The mist clears slightly and I see a very large man, beating his own tiny cock as he sucks on me.  I look to my left and there is a hard dick inches from my face.  I suck it as I continue getting great head.

A man I can’t see in the deepest recesses of the tiled room shoots—and lets us all know it.  He pushes past us and we all find new partners.  The very large guy turns to a guy that is to his side.  The cock in my mouth is replaced by a thick, uncut one as the man I was previously sucking bends over and fellates me now.

Men leave.  The man on my cock is sure he is going to get my load.  He is a hot bearded otter.  He has swung around and I am now playing with his furry hole as he sucks me.

“Give me your load,” he hisses at me, pulling off my cock for a moment.

“I just got here.  Sorry.”

He continues for a moment, but I can tell his heart is no longer in it.  He soon excuses himself and leaves.  I sit—suddenly alone in the steam room—until the new cycle starts.  I go and dry off in the sauna.

I walk the building.  I see the bearded otter sucking on an older daddy in the small porn room.  The recipient gives me a thumbs up–reviewing the blow job he is receiving.  I move on to the bigger porn area and stroke.  I let a couple of different men suck me.

The bearded otter comes in—straight to me.  “I have his cum in my beard if you want it…”  I spend a hot two minutes, licking it up and feeding it to the kid.  His erection drools more with each snowball of cum I give to him.

He sucks me a little more—then leads me to his room.  “Fuck me,” he says, closing the door.

“Raw?”

“Duh?” 

He gets on all fours on the bed, his ass right there for me.  I kneel and rim.  His cock is now dripping even more profusely.  I swipe some up with my fingers and apply it to his ass.  As he figures it out—his breathing goes really shallow. 

I do it again. “That is so dirty,” he grunts out.  “I love it.”

I stand and add my cock.  It’s a short fuck, but a hot one.  I fuck his load out of him in a few more thrusts.  He lovingly cleans my cock and thanks me.

I go for another steam.  It’s just as crowded.  I find a seat.  We lose ourselves again sucking any proffered cock in the dark, swirling mist.  The Blond arrives.  He waits until the man in front of me gets up—then he takes his place.  He sucks at a much slower pace—as if he were savoring the feel of my dick in his mouth.

Eventually I have him stand and I suck him.  But he turns and grinds his ass into my face.  I poke into his tight hole the first of countless times in the next ninety minutes.  We move to men on either side us—but always aware of who and what the other is doing.

The steam clears and a stunning college boy is in our midst.  Everyone in the steam room is 40 and up.  The Blond is the closest to him in age and he’s likely 20 years his senior.  College kid has longish dark hair, a hairy chest and a good, very hard, seven inches.  And he won’t let anyone touch him.  He is a voyeur here amongst this older crowd.  But he loves watching us suck.  The men are good—once their hand is brushed away, they ignore him and show off for him.  Just as suddenly as he appeared, he is gone.  I wonder briefly if he’s shot his load already— but then pull the Blond into sucking the balls of the man who’s in my mouth.

*****

We dry off in the sauna and then head to the big porn area with the padded floor.  I stand dead center of the room and the Blond is on his knees and sucking me.  The six men in the room stop watching the porn and watch us.  He licks my cock—showing off its length.  I move his mouth to my balls.  I hold his head in place.  He licks them and squirms.

The Voyeur arrives.  He stands maybe six paces from us, beating his cock.  I kneel next to the Blond and kiss him—telling him he did a good job.

“Kiss him again.”  It’s the Voyeur.

I do.   Deeply.  We both turn to look at him.  A guy tries to grab at his cock and Voyeur twist away.  “Let him alone,” I bark.  “Let him stroke.”  The guy backs off.  “Do you want to watch my boy get his ass eaten out?”

“…yes…”

I lie down flat on the floor.  The Blond sits on my face grinding his butt down on my tongue.  He tells the Voyeur how good it feels.   How deep I am in his butt.  How much he loves it.  I can hear him stroking his cock above me.   I let him keep it up until I can’t breathe.  We kiss again.  The Voyeur now inches from us.

I turn to him.  “Can we lick your balls?  You know that’s safe…”

He nods.  The Blond and I lick his rather large, hairy orbs.  They instantly begin to pull up into his body.  “Yeah…” he pants.  “Good…”

We keep it up.  He is breathing hard.  “Kiss him again.” 

I do.  And he fires off a massive load all over both our faces.  He shudders with each spasm, his eyes screwed shut.  When he can breathe again, he watches me lick up all his jizz off the Blond’s handsome, bearded face.   He actually lets me lick the cum off his cock and from between his fingers, before he leaves.

And the room erupts.  Cocks and balls are being stroked and licked.  It is one massive oral orgy, led by the Blond crawling to the next biggest dick in the room.  He leaves his ass out for my tongue.  I drill it into him, rimming him as he sucks cock after cock…  

Saturday, January 18, 2020

"Don't Cum in Me!"


Indianapolis—December, 2019

I don’t remember how we met online.  I do know that we have chatted off and on for almost a dozen years.  Now that I was in the Mid-Indiana area, I wanted to see if we could finally meet.

Sam was excited I was finally closer.  His life was more complicated now as he lived with a straight family member.  But in my fourth week there he finally had the house to himself.  I asked if he wanted me to bring the sling.  He did.  He said he’d never been in one.  I told him how much room it required and he thought the living room could take it.

I found the house, finally, even though some street signs were down.  It was small—and the living room was crowded, but we moved some furniture and made it happen.  I really looked at him as we lugged a coffee table out of the room.  He was my age…a good ten years older than the pics in his profile, but that was no issue.  He was tall and thin.  He was just beginning to show a gut—which was just more pronounced with his thin build.  He had a decent cock—just under seven inches.  But I was here for his ass…

I sit on the couch.  There is just room for him to kneel in front of me with the sling set up.  “Let me get that dick nice and hard.  And good and wet.”  He is very verbal.  Each time he does something he comments on it.  “Your balls are delicious in that ripe jock.  Let me get them wetter.” 

I let him suck me at his own pace.  Only once do I push down on his head when he is struggling to take the last half inch.  He gags.  And actually has to excuse himself.  He runs from the room.  Fortunately, we both find it kinda hot.  He comes back and sucks me with gusto.

“Wanna get in the sling?”

“Yeah.  I’ve truly never been in one.”  He sits and tips back into it expertly. 

H’mmmm…

“And you are good with me going in raw?”

“Yeah…” he fingers his hole and nods.  “Just don’t cum in me.”

I slap my hard cock on his balls.  And kneel to eat his hole.  The act of rimming him makes his mouth go non-stop.  “Eat that hole.  Stick your tongue in this mancunt. Eat me out…”  On and on…but more hot than not.

I stand up and push in.  It’s an easier entry than I thought it might be, but it is still a tight hole.  This causes another gush of words.  “Fuck me.  Use me.  Fuck!”

I speed up to a blistering fuck speed.  I pound his hole—and abruptly pull it out.

“Wha…??”

“Taste your hole on my cock.”  I move around the side of the sling and shove my cock in his mouth.  

He cleans me with abandon.  When I move back to his ass, another torrent of words follow me.  “Fuck, I taste good.  That is hot.  I don’t do that very often.  You are such a perv…”

The last is cut short by my pushing into his ass again.  I fuck long slow strokes, moving the sling back and forth with me standing still.

“Fuck, that feels so good.  I want your cum in me.  I know I said I didn’t, but I don’t care.  Cum in my hole.  Cum in me!”

He has begun to jerk his cock.  He’s not fully hard anymore, but I am sure he is going to shoot pretty damn fast.

“You want my cum in your hole?”  I speed up, my hips taking over the driving fuck.

“Yes, I want your load.  I want your whole load deep inside.  I want you.  I want your cum…”  More and more as he jerks.

I have been fucking for maybe ten minutes.  Are we truly done?  I speed up the fuck even more, making the chains rattle.  And something in his constant talk flips a switch in my brain.  I am suddenly ready to breed. 

“I’m gonna load your ass.  Want it?”

“Yes!  Breed me.  Breed me deep.  Let me feel it!”

I give him three more strokes and fire off my load.  I grunt it out, holding onto the sling frame.  His cock erects.  I can just lean down and take him in my mouth, keeping me firmly in his ass, and take his load into my mouth.  Sam groans out his orgasm, his words becoming meaningless sounds.

And that is it.  We are done.

Short and sweet.  Though his cum was a little bitter…