A Cruisy Playspace Re-opens: An Anal Evening (conclusion)

 Lansing—August, 2025

(This picks up where the last post left off…)

I finish my dinner, sitting in my car, and read for a bit.  I drive in search of coffee.  By 8pm, I am ready to go back inside.  The parking lot is now all but full.  In I go.  The man at the desk doesn’t bother to check his list—he remembers me.

The feel has changed.  There is much more of a pronounced air of sexual excitement.  There are two hetro couples in the first lounge watching the bisexual porn and chatting to interested men.  I go to the lounge showing the bad gay porn.  I stroll around the glory hole booths.  A white man, likely in his mid-50’s, beckons me into one of the booths.  He is stroking his dick—and in moments, he is stroking mine. 

And he keeps stroking.  Truly caressing.  But I’d like his mouth on me.  So, to change things up, I start to kneel to suck him.  He stops me.  “No rush,” he tells me.  But he takes the hint and goes down on me.  He’s great.  Guys pass and linger to watch my cock being sucked.  He invites other men to take a turn, but not a single guy does.  They stroke my chest or heft my balls, but no one is brave enough to kneel with the other guy.

I let him keep working on me, warning him I’m not going to shoot anytime soon.  Refreshingly, he is fine with that.  And keeps giving me really good head. 

We finally go our separate ways.  I go back to the other lounge.  Two crossdressers are now here—actively sucking cock on opposite sides of the room.  The hetro couple has vacated the main couch and a cute guy in his thirties is sitting there.  Totally naked, but for designer briefs.  He beckons me over.  I stand at the end of the couch, my hard dick swaying at face level. 

“May I?”

I nod.  He sucks.  He’s good, too.  I sigh with contentment.  He suggests I sit.  I do.  I fondle his growing package as he leans over to continue sucking me.  A stream of men pass us.  All smile or nod or smirk.  One stays, moving to the side of the couch.  He kneads his crotch, but never takes his dick out.  The guys here seem to be total exhibitionists or incredibly private—no in between.

The young guy wants my load.  And tells me so.  I tell him I can’t cum this fast.  He’s not pissed, but not pleased, either.  I let him go for a bit longer, but then escape into the dark room behind us. 

The room is empty.  I sit on the comfortable chair.  I hear a man come in.  He comes around the partition and sees my shadowy form.  Soft light coming through the glory hole shines right on my dick.  He sighs, kneels and takes me to the root.  He is sucking me like a man possessed—and stroking his own cock just as fast.  Suddenly, he straightens up.  He turns slightly so he won’t shoot his load on me.  I squirm around and swallow his dick head just before the blast.  He gasps—then groans out his orgasm.  I swallow a mega pent-up load.  He moans his thanks as I lick him clean…

*

The first guy from after dinner finds me wandering and we sit in the main lounge, on the side couch.  Now he sucks my cock in public.  He loves showing off.  This time there is no trying to get other men to join him.  He’s so good, I just let him work on me as I watch porn or the two CD’s work the room.  We break, only when he needs to go piss.

I wander.  I stumble on a third cross dresser on the fuck bench.  Her blond wig hides her face.  Her short skirt is pulled up.  There is a deliberate tear in the panty hose—exposing a hairy man’s ass up for the taking.

The bench and the sling are both in wire cages so people can watch, but not crowd the action.  I step in.  I stroke the hairy ass.  I get an encouraging moan.  I kneel and begin licking the tight pucker.  I spit and tongue fuck the hot ass.

Guys are surrounding the cage.  One sticks his dick through it—but he’s nowhere close to the CD’s mouth.  I stand up.

“Fuck that ass!” says the guy, pulling his dick back out so he can stroke it.

I enter the tight hole.  I hear a grunt.  But it’s one of approval—and lust.  Soon the CD is panting as I begin a slow in and out.  I all but pull out and drizzle more lube on my cock.  I fuck it into the hungry hole, coating it with slick liquid.  It’s easier now.  I begin a harder fuck.

“Breed that ass,” the guy stroking to us chortles.

“You like cum in your hole?” I ask the CD.

I get no response.  Just more moans. 

The guy watching gestures that he wants to join.  I am fine with that and indicate the entrance behind me.  He comes in.  I slip out of the hairy hole…and he pushes in.  I see some dirt on my cock—and go wash.

They are both gone by the time I come back…

*

I wander.  I check the dark room.  The blond CD is here.  Waiting to suck.  “Here,” I whisper.  This is the first cock who fucked you.”

I don’t even get a murmur.  Just some barely adequate head.  I take off as I hear someone else come in.

I wander.  I have my dick sucked through a glory hole.  I haven’t a clue who it is, other than they moan the entire time.

I find the guy who was first in the evening session, the expert sucker.  He wants some more of my dick.  This time I am standing in the dark room.  He kneels and uses his talented tongue.  I let him be in charge for a bit—and then I fuck his face.  This is new.  He pants louder, not used to not being in control.  I pull out, lift my balls sack up and pull his mouth onto my cock ring there.  “Now lick!”

But he can’t as he’s shooting all over the floor.  I go to my haunches and clean up his cock.  He bats me on the arm and mutters “Thanks…love your dick” before going out the door…

*

I wander.  I’m thinking it’s time to get off and go home.  No one else has gotten on either the sling or the bench.  I sit on the back stairs, behind the glory hole booths, right where I started.  A young man in a puppy mask finds me.  The masks are not my usual thing.  But I can tell he’s slender, medium height, with small hands.

“May I?” he asks.

“Sure…”

He kneels in front of me.  One hand strokes me, the other raises his mask just enough so his mouth is free.  He bends and takes me in his mouth.  I close my eyes so I don’t see the puppy, but just feel the warm, wet mouth.  This kid is good.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  His tongue is active.  He remembers my balls.

He pulls off me, panting.  “Daddy, tell me you fuck with this cock!”

“I do…”

“Fuck me!”

He leads me into one of the currently empty glory hole booths.  He leans on the wall jutting his ass out towards me.  I kneel.  I pull down the jeans, revealing a hot, hairless butt in a designer jock.  I begin to eat his butt.  Hungrily.

He groans.  “It’s so long since anyone’s eaten my ass.  Fuck!!”

This, of course, only keeps my tongue up his butt longer.  He is delicious.  And my tongue is making his ass produce his own lube, he’s so turned on by the invasion into his hole.

I stand up.  My cock slips into him.  He gasps.  One hand goes from the wall to his own dick.  He kneads the pouch, not jerking.

“I want your load, Daddy…” he pants.

“And you’re going to get it…”

I build up the pace.  I am slamming into his cute butt.  The slapping noises of skin on skin fill the little room.

And I’m there.  I push deep—and unload into him.  Every drop my cock can squeeze out.  I hold onto him, letting my cock marinate in his wet butt.  We disengage.  He pulls off his mask altogether to clean my cock.  He works to get every drop.

He stands up.  He’s a handsome young man.  I wonder if he likes to kiss…

He does…sharing the juices he’s just sucked off my cock…

A Cruisy Playspace Re-opens: An Oral Afternoon (Part One)

 Lansing—August, 2025

Quite some time back, the bookstore—almost a bathhouse—in Michigan’s capital, where I used to play occasionally, suffered a fairly major fire.  It closed, of course.  Management insisted it would be rebuilt.  The online consensus was that it would never re-open.  It took a very long time, but it opened again on the fourth of July.  I was there by August 2, to see the new renovation.

It’s expensive.  But your ticket is good for all day, with in and out privileges.  I packed my dinner in my cooler and got there by mid-afternoon…

 

The entrance used to lead into a typical sex toy store.  Now it’s a lounge with a pool table and a few other games, including a porn screen and comfortable seating.  Behind the cashier, there are lockers for rent if you need to ditch clothing.  There are two entrances to the back play area, one at the new locker area and the door that has always led there.  I went in the old entrance.

The playspace is smaller now.  (The area that was down the ramp is closed, but being worked on.)  The interior lounge with three porn screens is still in place.  There is a new dark area off of this, where there is a gloryhole and a comfortable chair. The sling that was in another corner of the lounge has moved, giving way to two more secluded nooks to play in.  I went down the corridor to the bigger room, passing the doors of private rooms you can rent.  The original rest room is still there—and another one has been added.

In the main room are couches to watch the gay porn screen, about six booths with gloryholes connecting them.  Next to the booths is the sling, a fuckbench and a cross.  A door leads to an outdoor smoking area.

I sit with a few other men and try the gay porn.  I hate it.  I wander the booths.  No one there.  I sit on some steps that are at the end of the row of booths.  Nothing but a dark area.  And me.  In moments, the milling men find my hard cock out.

A granddad in a checked shirt kneels and gives me some great head.  Soon we have a man watching.  Now two.  A third arrives and his hands are all over my chest.  Now a fourth.  He’s the only one younger than me.  He takes his cock out and strokes to the guy giving me head.  The younger man is standing to my side; it’s easy to fondle his balls as he strokes.  Now he drops his pants.  He’s a bigger guy—his ass is wide and hairless.  My finger finds his pucker.  He begins to pant.

My sucker pulls off my cock.  “He needs this cock up there, man.”

The younger guy nods.  I stand up.  It’s crowded, but the now five onlookers give me room.  The guy bends, using the steps I was sitting on for balance.  I want to eat his ass, but there’s no room to maneuver.  I lube my cock and slide into him.

He groans.

“Take that big dick,” says my cocksucker, who seems to know the guy.

I begin a slow pump.  The guy can’t stop jerking his cock as I fuck.  It’s all over in a heartbeat—he sprays his load all over the steps.

Instantly, the crowd who witnessed it all, is gone…

*

I move to the new dark room off the original lounge.  It’s pitch black.  At first, I think no one is here.  But there are three men—each leaning on a different wall.  Waiting.  But no one makes any kind of move.  But I do.  I move carefully to the comfortable chair.  The glory hole is right there, but no one moves to use it.  But I hear zippers open.  A man comes around the partition and offers me his cock.  He has a very hard six incher.  In moments, he groans and fills my mouth with cum.  I swallow and clean him up.  He leaves.  I wait for the other two…but both chicken out…

*

I am sitting in the gay porn area, near the booths.  A handsome man of maybe 35 is watching me.  He is medium height, nicely built and kneading his crotch.  His ebony skin is in wonderful contrast to the blindingly white T-shirt he wears.  He stares.

I nod back.  I get up and go into a booth.  I am ready for his cock to come through any of the holes in the wall from the adjoining booths.  Instead, all of him comes through the door and pulls me into a tight embrace.  Now, he grabs my cock and just holds it.  I feel his through the denim.  I can feel it pulse under the fabric.

I go to my knees and unzip.  He unbuttons his jeans at the waist and shoves them down.  His cock is rock hard.  A generous seven incher, with foreskin.  He sighs as I take him into my mouth.

“Damn, Daddy…”

He finally sits on the stool so he can relax as I keep sucking.  Siting gives me perfect access to his musky balls.  I clean them and suck them gently.  He moans each time a hairy orb is pulled into my mouth.  And the action makes his cock drool.  I lick up his shaft and swallow it down.

Suddenly, he stands up.  I think I’ve done something wrong.  But no, he makes me take his place on the stool.  He kneels and slowly takes my dick in his mouth.  He’s good, if a little tentative.  I undo my pants, and slide them down, mimicking him, wanting to give him access to my balls.  He groans as he licks them.  So do I.  He keeps on licking.

He comes up for air, looking right at me.  “Do…you kiss?” he whispers. 

I nod.  He stands up, pulling me up to.  We kiss….long and lingering…

We take turns on each other again and again.  But neither of us can get off—and neither of us care…

*

I go to the front dark room again.  The men sitting watching the porn are very aware that I have gone in.  I sit, alone in the darkness.  In moments, a cock comes through the glory hole.  I can tell instantly he’s a smoker.  But I power through and get a load.  I swallow quickly.

He leaves.  I hear another man come in.  He comes around the partition.  He has a vibrating cock ring on.  It’s actually feels sort of good to feel the vibrations going through his dick as I suck.  He unloads in record time.

Man Three wants to suck me.  I stand up and he sits where I’ve been sitting.  He keeps moaning about my ‘big dick.’  Suddenly, I can tell he’s about to cum.  I pull out of his mouth, bend and find his cock just in time.  Another load.  Saving him from making a mess.

I walk around the entire space.  The men are gone—it’s dinner time.  No wonder I had so many men in a row—they were all due home.

I go out to my car.  I eat and read.  I can’t wait to see what Saturday night will bring…

Three Pictures to Make Your Weekend Hotter

 My Desk--August, 2025

I thought it was time to take a little break from my scribbling.  I have finished writing up my very busy, (and very hot) July adventures.  The first one of August needs time to write it up properly—and I just don’t have that luxury today.

Here are three great shots from around the web—though every one of those men would be welcome in the playroom!

Making Him Take It

 Near Home—July, 2025

Anyone reading this knows I love variety.  I had done a lot of fucking at the house party, reported in the last post.  By Monday, ready for sex once more, I knew I wanted a great cocksucker on my dick.  I went in search for one at the local bookstore…

 

It’s busy, but not crowded.  Men are scattered around the room.  Someone is in my usual chair, so sit on the side wall, where it is even easier to see both screens.   I sit and take out my cock and look around.  Other men are stroking to the porn, but no one is doing anything with anyone else.

I wait.  And stroke.

The cross-dressing Latino comes in.  He comes directly to me and sits to my right.  He pulls out a Magnum, flipping it in his fingers as if it were a lucky coin.  He pushes it towards me and smirks.

I tell him I came for oral today.

He thinks, then kneels in front of me.  I have seen him suck a man recently—something new for him.  He grabs my dick and jerks it right in front of his face.  The grip is tight.  Too tight.  I tell him to ease up.  He gives up instead and goes to sit near the gay screen.

I stroke.

My next visitor is a tall man I have fucked in the past.  He’s a good fuck, until he hits the poppers.  They make him unable to control himself.  After nearly bending my dick in two with his poppered antics, I won’t engage with him.  He pleads.  I keep saying ‘no.’

He leaves the room.

I stroke.

There is a huge man in the corner who looks familiar.  He now gets up and moves to me.  He nods to me and sits in the seat to my right.  His hand goes into his open fly.  He pulls out the tiniest nub of a hard cock.  Now I’m sure I know him.  A trucker.  With the thickest tongue I’ve ever had on my cock.  He looks longingly at my erection.  I nod.

It takes him a moment to get down on the floor.  He uses the arm of my chair to support himself.  But he gets there, finally, and takes me to the root, the first moment his mouth touches me.  There it is—that thick tongue working expertly on me as he moves up the shaft.  This is exactly what I needed.  I close my eyes and let him do whatever he wants.

His love for a big cock shines through—with every lick, every tonguing of my piss slit or balls.  He knows how to please a man and revels in doing it.  The thick tongue is everywhere, coating me with his spittle.  He knows me well enough that I’m not going to give my load up anytime soon—and that’s not the reason he’s there.  He loves to service cock—the bigger the better.

But he can’t stay on his knees.  Much too soon, he needs to rest them—long before he gets his reward.  I help him up.  He sits next to me.  I face fuck him a little, as he sits there.  He just ovals that big mouth, keeps the thick tongue out of the way and lets me do it.

Then his phone goes off.  He silences it, glancing at the screen.  He doesn’t like what he sees.  He excuses himself and lumbers out of the room.

I stroke.

A long time.  Most of the room empties.

There is a man sitting near the gay screen.  I recognize him from here, but I can’t quite place him.  He is likely 50-ish, slight of build.  His hand is inside his fly.

The door opens.  A good-looking guy, who tends to look right through me, comes in.  He sees the guy with his hand in his fly.  He moves and sits right next to him.  This surprises me, as the good-looking one usually wants men under 30, not someone this old and mousey. 

I stroke, but keep an eye on them.  Good-Looking Guy suddenly stands up.  He has his cock out.  He reaches out and grabs the mousey guy by the neck and pulls him towards his hard dick.  He resists—but ends up with the cock in his mouth.  GLG smirks and begins to fuck his face.

It clicks.  I had watched the Voyeur use the mousey guy.  He likes to be ‘forced’ into play.  The Voyeur had ‘made’ him suck my cock, too.

GLG pulls out of his mouth.  “Kneel,” he hisses.  The guy refuses.  GLG says it again.  Louder and more firmly.  The guy reluctantly kneels in front of the man.  “Open your mouth.”  He doesn’t.  His chin is pulled down and he takes the cock.  The kneeling position has caused the sub’s cock to come out of his fly.  He is rock hard and dripping.  For all his struggles, he is getting just what he needs.

GLG continues to fuck his face.  I watch him pull out.  He takes the guy by the back of his neck and pulls him into his balls.  The guy makes noises that sound like he hates this, but I see a big dollop of precum fall from his fiery red prick and land on the linoleum. 

Good-Looking Guy sits down.  To my surprise, he gestures for me to join them.  I don’t hesitate.

“Suck his dick,” says GLG.  The sub shakes his head, still on his knees.

“Suck my dick,” I tell him.  A beat.  “Now.”

The man obeys.  He knee-walks closer to me and opens his mouth.  He takes two thirds of my dick into his mouth.  “Now suck,” I tell him.  He does.  Surprisingly well.  My hands go to his ears.  I hold onto his head, but let him suck at his own speed.

“Balls.”

I pull him off my shaft.  He looks at my big nuts, plump and full.  He shakes his head.  Barely.  But he does it.  My hand moves to the back of his head and pulls him into the damp sacks.  “Now lick.”  He does.  Moaning pitifully.  But his tongue is excited.  It’s everywhere, slurping and leaving my sack very wet.  I pull him back, my hands on the sides of his head.

“You want my load?”

He shakes his head.

“Say it!”

His voice is very low.  “I don’t want cum in my mouth.”

“Liar,” I snarl.  “You took my friend’s when I first met you.”

He shakes his head.  “No…”

“You did.  You swallowed it all.”

“He made me…”

I pull him to me.  “Just like this…”  I begin pumping into his face.  He moans and tries not to stroke his cock.  GLG strokes his own dick faster and harder.  I make the sub choke.  He tries to pull away, but I don’t let go. 

“Feed him!” says GLC, beating his cock faster.

I am actually quite close.  I thrust into him again and again.  I notice he’s given in to his desires—he is beating his own cock faster than I am fucking his mouth.

“Fuck…” I grunt.  And begin to fire.  I hold him in place, not so deep it goes down his throat (well, not after the first shot) but so that it pools on his tongue.  I pull out of his mouth.  He makes to spit it out.  I push his chin up…and he swallows…firing his load all over the floor as he swallows my cum…

GLC stands up and shoots his load in the sub’s direction, but it all lands on the floor.  I let go—and the mousey man scrambles for the bathroom, slamming the door.

The two of us just smile…

Twelve Men on a Bed

 Grand Rapids—July, 2025

Here I was back from all the group play of Fornication Weekend and almost immediately I went up to the great house party to the north of me.  Maybe it’s because of Fornication that this house party is slightly hazy as I try to recall it.  I remember very specific things about it, but I’m not at all sure of the actual sequence.

The host was expecting bigger numbers than usual.  I took the fuckbench instead of the rimseat.  I let myself into the house.  I was early, but from the sounds coming from upstairs, the sex had already started.  I stripped and took the pieces of the bench upstairs with me…

 

The host is getting fucked on the big bed in the middle of the room.  I put the bench together as silently as possible and then focus on the fucking.  He is on all fours.  And he is being fucked by the guy I christened Fist Guy.  The Host also has his best friend in his mouth.  Another man our age, who is new to me, is jerking his larger than average penis with one hand and tweaking the nipples of Fist Guy with the other. Fist Guy finally pulls out.  I am ready to clean his cock, but the new guy beats me to it.  I smile.  I would never have thought, from looking at him, he’d be a pig.  Instead, I eat the host’s well fucked ass.  I fuck him for a moment, then offer my wet cock to the new guy.  He cleans it, moaning in the back of his throat.  Fist Guy goes back up the host.  When my cock is shiny with spit and not ass jizz, I move behind Fist Guy and lick his hole on the backstroke.  He moans and calls me a dirty boy.

I do another round up the host.  The new guy now tweaks my nipple as he jerks.  I ask if he wants to take a turn inside the host.  He does.  I make way for him.  His rock-hard cock glides into the wet ass.  But it softens very fast.  He pulls out and I clean it, just like he has all of us.  His mouth becomes his sexual organ of choice for the rest of the evening.

I fuck the host one more time.  He’s now flat on the bed.  There is no cock in his mouth, so he babbles about how good my dick feels filling him up.  I plow into him deep and slow—until he hears the door open downstairs and scampers off to greet the men…

*

The new arrivals are the cute younger blond I called Black Glasses and the young Latino from the last party, who’d topped all night (often inside Black Glasses).  With them is a man I haven’t seen (or fucked) since the pandemic.  He’s 50-ish, with a shaved head and hairy chest.  He’s a versatile top.  He has brought with him a younger Latino.  He is thickly built and wearing a jock that shows off his bountiful ass.

The four of them begin sucking each other to get hard.  I am pulled into the group.  I let each man take a turn on my cock while over on the bed I watch Fist Guy bottom for the best friend of the host.  The young Latino from last time is the final man on me.  He stands and leans into my ear.  “Will you fuck me tonight?”

I nod.  Expecting him to come find me later, but no, he wants me up his butt right now.  We go to the sling.  He’s never been in one, it seems.  I help him get his hot ass where it belongs, hanging over the edge of the leather straps.  I kneel and eat his butt.  He grinds himself onto my face as he moans.  He keeps telling me he can’t believe how deep my tongue is inside him.  He is rock hard and jerking like mad.

That changes as I stand up and begin to enter him.  His cock wilts as he tries to will his hole to open more.  He is tight.  Really tight.  But I am persistent.  I pause, use more spit and coconut oil…and I’m inside him.  He gasps.  His erection firms up and I begin to fuck.   He moans.  Loudly.  This makes me pick up the tempo.  Finally, I slow, pull out and lick his hole.  He is gaping.  His finger reaches down and finds just how open I have left him.  He moans—and asks for my cock inside him once more…

*

New arrivals:  A younger top who will only fuck the young men; a jocked guy I recognize from last time who isn’t feeling well and goes downstairs; a larger guy, who is also a top, but is having erection issues and finally the hairy Black Cub, a mainstay of this group.  Black Glasses is catnip for the young top.  That is, until he sees the Latino I have just fucked.  The three of them leave for the sling—and the couch behind it. 

I watch the shaved head top fuck his Latino bud.  The host’s best friend feeds the Latino his cock at the same time.

Fist Guy finds me and pulls me to the fuckbench.  I eat his ass, stand up and slide in.  The bench is nicely positioned so we can both watch the sex happening on the bed.  Fist Guy reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart, making me slip deeper into his ass.  I moan and drill into him.  Over and over.  Finally, I slow down and pull out.  I do a quick lick of his hole and he moves to the bed.

I watch as he is spit roasted, just like the larger Latino.   The two men pump into Fist Guy with very different rhythms.  I motion to the larger Latino to come join me at the bench.  He eagerly climbs up on it.  I eat his fucked-out hole for a long time.  He moans and groans, egging me on.  I stand up and push into his wet ass.

I glance over at the bed.  Fist Guy is going for a DP.  He sits on the bigger cock of the shaved head guy—and bends, chest to chest with him.  The host’s best friend works his long thin cock in with the other dick.  It works.  The standing top does all the work—making all three of them groan.  This makes me fuck the ass I’m in all that much harder…

*

The shaved headed top/vers guy finds me.  After all his topping, he’s ready to be fucked.  We do it in the sling.  I eat out his hole for a long time, as he tells me he hasn’t bottomed for ages.  He tells me how good my tongue feels, how he loves it, but can’t wait to feel my dick after all this time.  I stand up.  It’s an easier entry then I expect.  My nuts bounce against his upturned ass on the first stroke.

He pants.

I watch the couch in front of me where the young top fucks the cum out of Black Glasses.  He pulls out and goes balls deep into the young Latino.  He fucks him hard.

I do the same for the man on my dick.  I pull out.  He wants to taste his ass and I let him.

The guys on the couch are close.  I can hear it in their voices.

I eat out my man.  As I stand up and push in again, the Latino on the couch busts his nut all over himself as he’s fucked.  He pleads with the guy to pull out.  But the young top stays in him and just a few more strokes, cums deep inside the hot man.

I speed up my drilling, kind of wishing I had all those loads in the man I’m fucking…

*

We break for food.

I need to get off and go home.  I find Fist Guy nibbling cheese and crackers. 

“Want a load?” I ask softly.

He nods and follows me back upstairs.  We choose the sling.  I kneel and eat his hole.

“I have some cum for you in there…” he murmurs.

I can’t honestly taste it, but I keep digging for it. 

“Fuck me!”

I stand and insert.  Well, damn, I may not be able to taste it, but I can feel it.  His ass is silky smooth now.  I fuck him slowly, enjoying the glide in and out.  I begin to pick up the pace.

“Do it,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. 

I am building faster than I expect.  I love the feel of his hole.  And how he uses it.  I close my eyes for a moment and see a wonderful kaleidoscope of all the sex I had or witnessed. 

And I’m there.   My cock begins to spurt, filling him up with creamy load…

Porn in the Cornfields of Ohio

 In the middle of Ohio—July, 2025

 

Ok, this is an odd one.  There’s no sex.  But I like to think, when I’m feeling full of myself, that I am a reporter on sex in America…

 

The last gasp of Fornication Weekend was not a very late night.  I got back to my motel and had a good night’s sleep.  I was up fairly early, packed the car and took off.  I had no motel reservation for the evening.  I wanted to drive as far as felt I was able and then stop.  I knew I wouldn’t try to drive all ten and half hours to home.

I loved that I was off early before the heat of the day.  The miles fell away quickly.  Tennessee gave way to the mountains of Kentucky.  After lunch, I was crossing the river into Ohio.  I ended up at the same motel I had used on the way down.

Of course, I got online.  I was in the middle of farm country.  I didn’t expect anyone to come to the motel and offer me their ass.  And they didn’t.  But I saw that a smaller town, 20 some miles away, had an adult video store.  Of course I had to investigate.

I went after dinner.  It was literally at the crossroads of two state highways, cornfields surrounding it.  It had a huge parking lot for semis to overnight.  And three big rigs were there.  I parked and went in.  A middle-aged woman sold me a ticket to the theatre and directed me to a door at the back.

It was a larger room then I expected.  Two or three long padded benches were in the middle of the room facing two large screen televisions.  There were individual chairs scattered around the back and the wall to the left.  A table by the door had tissues and hand sanitizer.  The right wall had two open doors in it.  Each was an individual room with one screen and seating for two.  Couple’s booths?  Or perhaps where you take the blow job if others are present.  The videos in these two rooms were not playing.

I am used to the porn shown being selected from the rental library of the store.  This was all off the internet.  The video on the right wall was a Trans woman masturbating.  The left screen was a German couple who were heavily into bondage and S&M.  I’m talking needles in her breasts. Ouch.

Just then, a man came in.  He all but ran to one of the small rooms and shut the door.  I heard him trying to start the movie in there.  Soon he came back out and went to get the manager.  After a polite knock on the main door, she came in and started the movies in the two side rooms.  The young man shut himself in the one of them.

“Honey, let me change that.  You don’t want to see that, do you?”

She selected a new film clip, managing to pause the Trans movie while doing so.  She left.  The new flick was Japanese.  They had a five minute conversation in that language before any skin was revealed. 

The young man in the booth came out and banged out the main door.  I investigated.  He took all of five minutes to shoot his load in a piece of paper towel on the top of the waste basket.  I looked at the porn he watched.  It was one of those ‘all in the step-family’ videos.  The actress playing the step mom can’t shut up—as she instructed her step-son how to service her.  It was totally unerotic with her jabbering away.

I checked the other room.  The ugliest man in porn since Ron Jeremy was fucking a hot woman.  He had a large cock—and it was condomed.  I went back to the Japanese.     A blow job was just finishing up.  The next scene, after another long spate of spoken dialogue, was with two men on the same woman.  It started rather hot but the guys were embarrassed that the other man was there.  One of them lost his erection. 

The trans video was still frozen in mid stroke.

I checked the step family video.  Now she was instructing her ‘daughter’ how to give a blow job to the same young man.

I fled.

*

If you have all the internet to download from, who picks such wacky and odd scenes?  Is this what the men here want?  Or are they just grateful to have anything?

Fornication Weekend Sunday: The Last Gasp

 Timberfell Lodge—July, 2025

Sunday was a quiet day.  Men were sleeping in.  Many had left.  I missed the last of the seminars as the location changed.  I sat where it was supposed to be held and fell into a doze on the couch near the pool tables, thinking I’d wake up as the seminar folks arrived.  Instead, I was vaguely aware of a fuck scene being filmed out on the patio, using the slings left over from last night.  They kept groaning—until it rained one more time.  In torrents and lasting about 40 minutes.

This cleared out even more men, especially the day passers.  I wondered if anyone would be left to play at what was billed as a J/O party in the dungeon that night at 8pm.   I arrived a little before time.  The place was waterlogged.  The sling by the front entrance had an inch of water standing in it.  It got dumped.  The canvas sling opposite the couch where most of the action took place on Friday was damaged beyond repair.  The couch and fuck bench seemed like our play stations for the night.

One man showed up, looking to J/O.  He was quickly convinced a mouth would feel better than his hand…but I’m getting ahead of myself.  I stepped out of my shorts and shirt, stowing them in the locker, leaving my boots and jock.  My cock was swelling as I saw the first man come through the door…

 

It is the Black guy who was my last fuck at the Fornication Party before David re-appeared.  We hug and grind our bodies together.  He is in ass-less underwear. 

“You need to fuck me again, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.

In moments, he is kneeling on the arm of the couch.  I hunker down, not wanting my knees to hit the dirty, wet floor.  His bubble butt of an ass is plastered to my face.  He is moaning softly as my tongue works his hole open.  He’s gaping slightly from all the fucking last night (and conceivably today.)  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I look around the room and there are now about eight other men.  At the other end of the couch a blow job is happening.  A guy leans against the wall where the sling was—getting his ass fucked.  I hear more men behind me.  I slowly build the fuck, caressing the guy’s back as I do it.  He moans.  I slap his ass and he moans louder.

I pull out and he turns to suck me.  Damn.  I may not of had his mouth on me at all last night.  I let his busy tongue clean up his ass juices.  He loves my balls, too.  He lifts them and licks along the cock ring.  This makes both of us so horny we fuck once more.  Harder and faster.  When I pull out, he hugs me one more time and goes to explore the men standing at the business end of the fuck bench.

A young cub comes over to me from the far end of the couch.  He tells me he is a reader of the blog.  I thank him by bending him over and eating his ample ass.  He groans.  He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart.  I lick and spit.  Before I can get my dick into him, he turns and asks “Does this mean I’ll be in the blog?”  I nod.  He tells me to call him Ronan.

 He sits on the arm of the couch and leans over to suck my cock.    I let him take me to the root.  Someone comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, his hard cock pressing on my ass.  His hands are on my nipples, slowing working them.  I turn slightly.  It is the tall guy, also a blog reader, who was at David’s seminar with me.    I step a little to the side so Ronan can get Tall Guy’s dick, too.  He happily goes back and forth on our cocks.

Ronan kneels on the arm of the couch.  I look at Tall Guy, he nods and sticks his long thin cock into Ronan.  He fucks.  I work Tall Guy’s nipples.  Soon I replace him up Ronan’s ass.  Tall Guy moves so Ronan can suck his dick.  When I finally pull out of the hot butt, I do the same, letting Tall Guy back into him for round two.

“I’m vers,” Tall Guy murmurs, looking pointedly at my cock, currently in Ronan’s mouth.  I pull out and go around behind him.  He has as slim an ass as I do.  I hunker down and tongue fuck him on his back stroke.  He slows his fuck to let me open him up.  Once he’s wet, I stand up and slide in.  He’s tight.  I stand still and let him fuck into Ronan and fuck himself on the backstroke.  Over and over.  We disengage.  Between the three of us, there is a lot of cock cleaning and deep kisses…

*

I notice a hot bearded guy on the end of the couch.  He is jerking himself, avidly watching the live porn surrounding him.  A daddy kneels to suck him.  Bearded Guy politely shakes head.  He looks over at the man next to him who has his cock being deep throated.  He takes his hand away and instantly the daddy begins to suck.

There are now 15 men here.  Maybe 20, as many step outside for a mini break, enjoying the light breeze.  A handsome man is on the fuck bench.  He has a cock in his mouth and one in his ass.  I wait for the next available hole, not caring which it is.  The guy in his ass pulls out and nods to me.  “Hot,” he says under his breath.  The hole of this man has had some serious play this weekend.  I lick it for a moment, before I fuck him.  The guy moans around the dick in his mouth as my bigger cock stretches his ass.  I fuck him hard, inspiring the guy in his mouth to come fuck him, too.  I pull out and let the other guy in.  I move to have the handsome guy clean my dick. 

And it’s Joe.  I met him at the piss party years ago.  He was my roommate for CLAW 2014, but it’s been ages since I’ve seen him—or been inside him.  His face lights up as he recognizes me, too, letting my wet cock slide into his mouth…

*

The sling by the door has dried enough to use—or the pigs don’t care.  I fuck Tall Guy here, too.  Then a hairy beast of a man.

I catch my breath on the couch and talk to Ronan.  This leads to more sex.

I fuck the Black guy on the bench, his ass as hot as ever.

I find Joe outside.  We chat.  The final dinner cooked by Ray Dalton is coming up.  Men are leaving.  “Wanna breed me,” asks Joe.  We go to the bench again.  I fuck him hard.  There is no one in his mouth—all attention is about getting me off.  I take a hit of poppers.  And instantly my cock discharges the cum in my balls—but with very little feeling.  As I pull out, Joe cleans me up of stray cum, assuming I’m done. 

I’m not.  I want the full thing.  And I really want to give Ronan, the blog reader, a load.  I find him.

“I really want to breed you.”

He’s eager.   He kneels once more on the arm of the couch.  The men are dwindling away, ready for food.  I have what I want for dinner right in front of me.  I kneel and eat his hole.  My cock is telling me it’s ready.  I stand up, slide in and begin to fuck.  Hard.  With a purpose.  He pushes back, eager to be bred. 

“Fuck!”  I pump the last load of my weekend into the younger man.  I hold on to his hips, swaying a little at the strength of my blasts.  I pull out.  A trickle of my cum leaks out of him.

I know how to fix that…

*

Ronan, knowing I was writing this up, sent pictures of his ass.  Please thank him.

 

Here is a link to a picture of Joe in 2014.  He hasn’t changed…