Breeding Kane's Hairy Ass

 Jackson—November, 2025

 

I had more great sex the very next day.  (That’s three days in a row for those not keeping track.)  It’s not something I do very often anymore, but the three sessions were very different—which is what made it work.  

To back up a little, the hot, hairy, hooded man I met at the house party—and then whored out at the bookstore—wanted to do a road trip to the bathhouse in Cleveland.  But both being busy men, we could never make our schedules mesh.  Kane suggested a return to Jackson.  That was easier.  Sometime before Thanksgiving, we set the date—the final Saturday afternoon of the month.

Now it was the weather.  A follow up to the snow storm on Thanksgiving night was coming our way.  We watched the reports.  The all-day snow event changed to not reaching us until into the afternoon.  We agreed to chance it and meet when the place opened at 11am. 

I drove in, worried there would be no one else there…

 

The parking lot has three cars in it.  I sigh.  I go in and pay the handsome man behind the counter.  He’s one car.  Kane will be the second car.  And there is actually someone else here?  I go into the lounge.  There is no a sound of life.  And it’s cold.  I walk around.  I finally find Kane stroking his dick in the room with the medical table at the far end of the hall.  He stands up and gives me a hug.

I have forgotten just how handsome he is.  Dark, curly hair on his head and beard.  But there is hair everywhere:  arms, chest, legs—and best of all his ass.  A great, toned body, big cock and in his early 30’s. 

We decide to go into the small room near the restroom.  It’s warmer.  As much as I’d like him on the medical table, I want the heat.  Kane steps out of his jeans.  Then his flannel shirt.  He’s left in a jock and thick wool socks.

“You know what I want,” I murmur.

He grins and kneels on the couch, supporting himself on the back of it, while jutting those hairy globes right at me.  I kneel and pull them apart, sinking my tongue deep into his pucker.  Kane gasps.  And I begin to rim him in earnest.  I lube up as I eat him out.  He moans and pushes back to meet my oral onslaught. 

I stand up and enter him.  He moans as I sink all the way into him.  I can’t believe I’m fucking him five minutes into our play.  My hands are all over his hairy ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them.   I pull out and he spins to suck my dick covered in his juices.

“Sit down, Daddy….”

I do.  He kneels on the cool linoleum and begins sucking my cock in earnest.  And my balls—fuck, he knows how to lick my balls!  He covers them with his spit and licks it all up again.  He lifts them but can’t really get under them with my pants still on.  I stand and drop the camos to my ankles.  He happily licks up the fuck sweat collected by my cock ring.

I pull him up to me and we kiss.  Our tongues lingering.  Eventually he stands and feeds me his sizeable cock.  I have to work to not scrape him.  But he seems happy, pumping his cock into his Daddy’s mouth.

But he really wants to be the one sucking.  He’s back on his knees and swallows me down.  At that moment there is a sign of life—a man my age appears in the door.  He looks put out that sex is actually happening.  He doesn’t linger.  Another man does come into the room.  Young and cubby, the guy sits next to me.  He takes out his dick, getting himself hard as he watches me being sucked.

“This young man needs your help,” I tell Kane, guiding his head over to the slowly engorging cock next to me.  He takes the guy into his mouth, not even fully looking at him.  Kane is in service mode.  And he gets the guy hard.  Fast.  I suggest the new guy fuck Kane’s ass.  But I sense the cubby guy would rather have me do that to him.

“Thanks,” the guy pants out.  “But I don’t want to shoot yet.”  He stands up and pulls himself together before exiting the room.

Another guy is here—watching the cub leave.  He’s around my age.  He gestures to the spot the cub just vacated, silently asking my permission to join us.  I nod.  He unzips before sitting down.  Kane is right there, taking the new dick into his mouth.  And this guy’s a grower.  In just moments. it is a thickish seven-incher.  I smile.  I get up off the couch and play with Kane’s wet ass.  He groans around the dick in his mouth.  I lube up and push in.

Seven-Incher loves this.  I am fucking Kane down onto his dick.  Kane actually gags—something I’ve never heard.  He pulls off the guy. 

“Please…” He turns to look at me.  “I just need a minute.  I shot a little…”  He disengages from us and goes to the restroom.  Seven-Incher smirks and takes off.

The Cub comes in.  “You can fuck me if you have a condom.”

I dig one out and roll it on.  He bares his beefy ass and I spend a few moments licking it before I fuck him.  He groans and does a hit of poppers.  In moments, he has shot his load into his free hand.

Kane is back.  And ready.  He looks like he’d like a turn on the Cub—but then sees my condom as I pull out.  The Cub takes off.  I dispose of the Magnum. 

“I’m fine now,” Kane tells me.  He bends, standing, holding onto the arm of the sofa.

I begin eating his butt again.  Seven-Incher pokes his head in.  Kane waves him in.

“You top?” I ask.

The guy nods.

“Then fuck his ass.  And you can load him.” 

Seven-Incher almost pushes me out of the way he is so eager.  I offer him lube.  He slathers some on and enters Kane.  A little roughly.  Kane groans and takes it.  “Breed me for Daddy…” he whispers.

Seven-Incher looks at me.  “Yeah, I want to fuck in your cum, man.”

“Fuck, yes…” the guy mutters.  He picks up the pace.  “You want it, kid?”

“Breed me.  Fill me up!!”

“Oh, fuck…Yes!”  And the guy is dropping his load deep inside Kane.  Each cock spasm registers on his face.  He pulls out the moment he’s done.  He stands to the side, a look of wonder on his face as I kneel and bury my tongue in Kane’s ass.

“Can you taste that big load?” Kane grates out.

I make some sort of affirmative noise, as I certainly can.  The man’s hot cum is pooling on my tongue.  I try not to swallow, but I lose that battle.  I spit into Kane’s hole and stand up.  I slide in.  Heaven.  Fresh cum is the perfect lube.  I fuck Kane.  Hard and fast.  The guy stops mopping at his dick head to watch us.  In moment’s I am there.  I am doubling the load in his ass.  I hold on to Kane’s hips as I spurt into him.

I catch my breath and pull out.  Kane swivels and cleans me off.  “Daddy!  You want….”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.  I kneel and Kane pushes his cock into my mouth.  It’s not a big load—but a tasty one—and one that knocks the wind out of him.

I stand up and we hug.  Seven-Incher takes off while Kane and I just grin...

*

We are back on the road an hour after I entered the place.  The snow starts falling as I’m halfway home…

 

A link to Kane’s first trip to the bookstore:  Whoring Out Kane’s Hairy Ass

Merry Christmas

 

I thought I would share with you my Christmas card for next year.

Have a great day—and don’t forget to read yesterday’s post about Keith in the playroom.

Keith in the Playroom: Giving Our Tongues a Workout

 My Playroom—November, 2025

 

The playroom continued to be kept warm in the last few days of November.  The very next day Keith made the drive over.  He looked as handsome as ever as I answered the door.  We hugged and, after he took a quick piss, we went down to the playroom…

 

I am lying on the bed as I watch him strip.  His clothes go into the chair by the door.  He leaves on a pair of socks as the floor is still cool.  I spread my legs, knowing he loves to start with a long lick and suck session on the bed.  Keith crawls between them.  He huffs the jock.  He begins licking it, making small sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat.  He peels the pouch away from my hardening cock.  He licks the shaft, up and back down, before taking it deep into his mouth.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  He pulls off—a big grin on his face.

He begins licking my balls.   First one, then the other.  Over and over.  Now under them.  His tongue trails down my perineum and flirts with my asshole, before working back up.  Keith sucks my left testicle into his mouth.  He is so careful about it, I rub his head to show how pleased I am.  He sucks on it lightly, never clamping down.  Now the right.  He treats it to the same delicious feeling before letting it go.  He goes back to my cock and begins to do everything once again.

I’m in no hurry.  It feels wonderful and it connects us in the best way possible. 

Maybe twenty minutes late I finally suggest that I want to return the favor by eating his ass.  The fuck bench is still in the flat position from last night.  We leave it there and Keith gets onto what amounts to a padded table, on all fours.  I move the coconut oil to the side and lube up my cock as my tongue goes to work on his ass crack.  I start above his hole and work slowly down, making him want it.  I touch on his pucker, but keep right on licking down.  And back up, again with just the tiniest tongue flick on what will become the main event.  I keep moving up his hairy crack. 

Keith moans.  I give in and begin to burrow into him.  I jerk my cock as I do it.  I can’t get enough of his hairy hole.  It welcomes me, opening easily.  His ass lips grow puffy.  I make them grow even more by sucking them into my mouth.  I hear him hit the poppers.  He groans and reaches down for his dick.  I bat his hand away and pull it straight down.  He is juicing like crazy.  My fingers mop up his precum and wipe it on his hole.  I tongue his juices into him and he begins to jerk his cock.

I stand up and slide into him.  Keith groans and stops stroking his dick.  He concentrates on the feel of my cock filling him up.  I am doing a slow, easy stroke.  The moment he lets go of his cock I build up to giving it to him hard and fast.

I pull it out of his hole and bring my cock to him.  He eagerly devours my dick, licking off the heady combo of precum, ass jizz and coconut oil.  He reluctantly lets me pull out of his mouth and now—with my cock covered in his saliva—I push back into his ass.  I fuck him hard, slapping his ass.  He cleans me up once more.  This time when I move back to fuck him, his ass looks so inviting I fall to my knees and eat him out again.  I love how my cock has made him gape.  I can’t stop tongue fucking him.

I suggest we move to the sling.  Keith gets his right leg down—and knocks the coconut oil over.  I was so entranced in eating his ass, I hadn’t bothered to move it.  I throw a towel over the puddle and get him into the sling.

I spend a long time eating him out again.  The sling and stirrups spread his legs (and his ass) open for easier access.  I lick and spit and tongue fuck his hole.  I stand up and fuck.  Hard.  Cradling his balls up and out of the way.  I pull out and make him lick my cock so he can see why I spent so long licking him out.  He cleans me happily, craning over the side of the sling.

I fuck him some more. 

Another cleaning. 

And a fuck.

“May I eat your ass, Sir?”

We trade positions.  Keith starts on my balls and works down, skirting my hole, just like I had done to him.  It just makes the first contact of his warm tongue and my tight pucker that much hotter.  Soon he is tongue fucking me and jerking his own cock.

I reach down and fasten the stirrup clip behind my head and the stirrup around my knee.  I do the same for the right leg.  It tilts my ass up and gives him even easier access to go deep inside me with his tongue. He eats me out.

Keith shows no signs of getting tired—but I don’t want to monopolize the time.  I tell him we should use the rimseat.  I pull it out and get the mat in place.  I lie down and he sits on the seat, his well-fucked ass less than an inch from my mouth.  I dig in.  I hear Keith moan—and uncap the poppers.  He inhales—and the moans become more intense.  I lick and spit and tongue the fuck juices from his hole.

I turn my head to the right, so I can catch a deep breath.  I eat him out again.  This time as I turn, I mutter, “Ride my cock and sit back down.”

He knows just what I want.  He bounces on my dick, facing the away from me and watching the porn on the television.  In moments, he is back on the seat, his ass awash with my precum and his juices.  I tongue fuck him as he does another round of poppers.

I am so close to shooting.  I tap his thighs, as soon as I guess he has a clear head.  He gets up and lends me a hand to get up off the mat.  I tell him I need to shoot.

“You want me in the sling?”

“Would it be okay for you to rim me again—and let me shoot that way?”

“Fuck, yes!”  His eyes are shining.  Something slightly different is turning him on even more.

I get in, keeping my legs up on the chains.  Keith begins eating me out.  In earnest.  I hear him jerking his cock as he does it.  His hand reaches up and he hands me his poppers.  Perfect.  I take a deep hit and my head swims.  My cock grows.  My hand moves faster.  I groan once.  Keith drills into me---and I shoot.  Everywhere.  All over my chest and up to my neck.

Keith goes to the bed, as I lie there a moment.  He is jerking fast.  His feet are on the bed, his ass on the edge.  I get out of the sling and move to him.  I want to lick his ass to help him shoot.  I touch his pucker—and he shoots before my tongue reaches him.  I change course—and lick up his splattered seed…

In From the Storm to the Heat of the Playroom

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Pictures to Brighten Your Weekend

 

I really wanted to write today, but it’s just impossible as I’m baking for an early Christmas dinner on Sunday.  I still have three playdates in November to write up and about the same number for December.  (The weather here in Michigan has really cut into my playtime, dammit.)

I have to say that you guys must be really connecting to the History posts.  The number of viewings of them are as high as what blogger was like when I started writing here in 2011.  

It is refreshing and very gratifying. 

So here are a few pictures to tide you over until Monday!

History: Treading Water

 

We finished my last pre-blog, personal history with me shooting my first load in a guy’s ass at my first visit to a bathhouse.   We went to breakfast (though it was 1pm) at Tiffany’s.  We parked and my brother led us to a door with no name on it.  Inside it was dark and decorated like a barn.  I desperately needed food and it was good.  At 2pm the lights went off.  I was groped by my brother’s roommate and told it was now Crazy Daze--drinks were half price for as long the current song blared on the sound system.  We ordered.  The four men I was with were having a blast, but I did not do much of either the groping during the blackouts or the drinking as the lights came back on.

There was one good moment there.  A hot construction worker—blond, muscled and tool-belted—arrived at our table.  As it was Sunday, he may have just been in butch drag (It was the years of the Village People, after all).  He wanted me.  And only me.  He pulled me out of our booth and kissed me.  Hard and demanding.  He ground his muscled body against my reed-thin one.  He took my hand and placed it on his thigh where his hard cock was engorged under the denim.  I ended up taking his number—knowing I’d never call him—but used him as fantasy material for weeks, imagining us having sex at the bathhouse.

My brother’s break up with Jerry at the baths that night was never discussed with me or the family.  I am sure they had good sex together.  But deep down I often wondered if finding the most flamboyant man possible to introduce to our parents as a partner was more of a ploy to make my dad’s blood boil.

Two family dramas happened that winter.  My gay uncle, my mom’s brother, had a stroke and died a few days later.  At the same time, we recognized that my widowed paternal grandfather was failing—so my brother moved into his house to care for him.  My brother has told me repeatedly that he loved being there with this reserved, quiet man.  He opened up to my brother and told him things that he had never shared, at least with us—and likely not my father either.  Grandfather’s decline was steep—and he was gone by the end of January, two years to the month after his beloved wife.

It was decided in early February of 1977 that my brother would move into my grandparent’s home.  Here is where my journal was a revelation.  His housemate there was going to be Mike, the Mike who pined for me one minute and ignored me the next.  I had totally forgotten he was ever my brother’s house mate.

I helped them move.  Mike picked me up at school, late as always, and took we to the apartment being packed up.  Who should be there but Theo (you remember him and my experimenting with him at the campground?)  He was helping pack as he’d started ‘seeing’ my brother. 

Putting my brother’s things in my grandparent’s home was odd.  Odder was watching my brother and Theo in the flush of first romance (at least on Theo’s side.)  And then having Mike detail what he and a trick had done in bed the previous night was pretty much the last straw.

I worked out the day in mounting fury.  And got back to the safety of school.

That night, Theo called, wondering if I was upset.  I was, but less so now.  Even back then (and this is from my journal) I knew it was inevitable.  After that night we had snuck Theo into the disco, I was sure that the two of them would get together.  And I knew it was a good thing that Theo was learning how to fuck with someone who treated him better than I was being treated by Mike. 

But I didn’t say that to him.  In answer to his question of me being upset, I simply said, “Would it change anything, if I were?”

Theo murmured “No.”

And we left it alone.

Life was back to being all about school and doing a show in college.  I kept busy and ignored trying to find sex and simply masturbated in the shower.

At the end of February, I went to have dinner with my brother, Mike and Theo.  It was odd being in my Grandparent’s house—so much was exactly the same, but other rooms felt like his apartment.  Dinner was fondue (It’s 1977, what else?)  We had drinks afterwards.  We talked about this and that.  Theo, on the couch, snuggled into my brother’s strong arms.  Mike, on the floor at my feet, leaned on my knees.  I was thinking about Theo.  And then a girl, Nancy, in the drama department who I really liked and wondered if I should get to know better.  Then Mike sucking my dick.  I only half listened to the other three as more thoughts crowded in.

Eventually, Mike and I followed Theo and my brother up the stairs.  They went down the hall to the left and we went right.  The oddity of it all came back as the door shut.  Did I want to have sex in this house?  I decided I was really not that weirded out—I was trying emotions on for size.  We fell into bed and I quote from my journal: “Mike fucked me and I must admit I can take it or leave it; it really didn’t do anything for me.  Sucking me, later, was nice.  I really do care about Mike, but just can’t make the commitment he wants.  I feel like myself so much more around Nancy or Theo…  I don’t know where I’m headed.”

And I didn’t.

Stretching His Hole--Round Two

 My Playroom—November, 2025

 

I got a text from the man I met in early November, who is just beginning his anal journey. (He is the one who arrived with his homemade lube, a plethora of lube syringes and just about anything else I would need.)  He wanted to come back.  I thought he had said he wouldn’t be available until after Christmas, but here it was still before Thanksgiving. 

It took a couple of days to settle on a date, but he made it back to the playroom.  This time he arrived with nothing. After a quick check of his cleanout, we went downstairs…

 

He is totally naked today.  He has a nicely haired body—and I am pleased to see it and not the thermal underwear.  He gets into the sling.  I help secure the stirrups.  I have melted some coconut oil.  I find in my bag of tricks a lube syringe.  I suck up the oil, work the syringe into his asshole and fill it with the liquid.

He sighs.  “Do it again.”

I do.  The pearly liquid begins to drip out of him.  I finger it back into his hole.  He groans.  I make sure I play with his prostate.  His cock erects.  He tries not to touch it.  I pause to suit up.  Magnum on, I finger his hole once again, as with the other hand, I lube my latexed dick.  I stand up and slide in.  Slowly.  Opening his ass.  His eyes get big before he shuts them tight.  I hold for a good 20 seconds before I begin a slow in and out.  He takes it.  From how his dick is dripping, he likes it, too.

I pull out.  I finger him once again.  Now two fingers.  Switching to three fingers makes him moan.  I grab the egg headed dildo, one of my smaller toys.  I try to twist it into place.  Nope.  It’s a no go.  I reach for the tiniest butt plug.  This slides into him easily and he sighs in appreciation.  I tap the base with a finger, once it is locked in place.  He groans.  I hit it with the heel of my hand.  This gets an even bigger response.

I work it out.  His sphincter does not want to let go of it.  He enjoys the battle.  I get up and go for the clear dildo with the black handle.  It has a nicely shaped end that fits in most men.  I grease it up and he takes it in one steady entry.  He even tells me it feels great.  I work it in and out.  I take it all the way out and re-enter him with it.  He pants.

Soon I grab the discarded egg headed dildo.  It fits in him now.  And he loves the bigger stretch with the middle girth of the egg.  I go back and forth between the two toys.  His ass lips are filling with blood and looking hot.

It’s time for the speculum—something he knows and loves from owning the same type that I have.  I grease up the metal phalanges.  They are cool to the touch.  As I position the toy in his now slightly gaping hole, he gasps with the temperature change.  I work it in.  He sighs as it moves into place.  I begin the slow crank open.  Pausing after each turn of the thumbscrew.  He is moaning at the familiar stretch it is giving his ass.  I work his prostate with one finger after each turn.  As it gets bigger, I use two.  His moans are non-stop now.

I put on a new Magnum.  I stand up and slide into his open ass.  His cock is drooling like crazy.  I fuck him. 

“I can’t believe you fit in me with that in there…”

I smile.  I knock his hand away from playing with his cock.  He has already lasted ten minutes longer than last time.

I fuck.

I slow down and pull out.  I crank the speculum closed.

“Can I try the metal one?”  He is pointing at the Ballistic Butt Bomb.

It’s a bigger head than anything I’ve used on him, but he is open and relaxed right now.  I go get it and grease it up.  He pants as I put it against his hole.  I push, with a slight turn and it goes in.

“Fuck…” he moans. 

I stand up.  He’s shot his load.

“Can you keep going?”

He shakes his head.

I tell him that he’s increased his playtime today, from 30 minutes to 45.

He cleans up and is out the door…with a big smile on his face.

*

His first visit is here:  He Knew What He Wanted