The Closet Door Opens Wider

 

We are back to my personal history today.  

Before I backtracked and talked about my father, I had just lost my oral virginity in a tent in Canada.  I loved sucking a cock that wasn’t my own.  Even if Theo hated to suck—he loved getting off in my mouth.

I couldn’t wait to tell my brother.  And I did, by phone, the moment I was in my sophomore year dormitory.  He was glad to hear it—and had news of his own.  He had been to the baths in Detroit and had met two men he’d be seeing again.  One was pure sex—using the phrase that he’d ‘met his match’ for a guy with the same stamina.  But he was in love with the other man he’d met, Jerry. 

Theo and I met up again when I came back home for a harvest festival in my hometown.  My brother was there with Jerry so the four of us all met each other.  Jerry was short with incredibly long hair (even for 1976) and incredibly effeminate.  And he was a hairdresser.  We chatted and Theo was totally smitten with my brother.  Oh, shit…

The man who both my brother and I thought was my dad’s occasional or former sexual partner (and now friend of the family) arrived.  He was the curator of a museum.  My brother was working in the arts, back then.  Theo and I wanted to work in the theatre.  Jerry was a hairdresser….and not once did anyone say anything that might be construed as gay. But each of us knew…

In late September, my brother came out to my dad.  Dad did not want this conversation in the house—and insisted they meet in a big box store parking lot.  It went surprisingly well, but he made my brother promise never to tell my mother.  Did he think she was stupid?  After all, she’d just met Jerry…

My brother, on October 30^th, took me to Detroit.  We picked up Jerry and went to Menjo’s, a dance club, there.  The big news was only that, between the two of them, they got me relaxed enough to actually get on the dance floor three times.  I was loosening up my very tightly wound closeted self.

I wanted sex—but didn’t know quite how to find it.  I had no car at the university and Theo was not sure he wanted anything else after Canada.  There had been no time to slip away at the harvest festival—even if he’d wanted to.

But things changed during the week leading up to Thanksgiving.  My brother, in a new apartment and a new roommate, called and wondered if I wanted to go to the Flame, the old dive-y neighborhood bar, with the two of them.  It was a Sunday night.  The three of us chatted.  A handsome man, just a shade older than I, arrived.  Tom made small talk with the three of us and I was pretty sure, that he had slept with my brother—and likely the roommate.  Well, he had eyes for me—and finally popped the question.  And I chickened out.  I desperately wanted to on one level, but could not bring myself to commit to it.  We all went for coffee, later, and Tom barely spoke to me after my refusal.

Tuesday, November 23, my brother and his new roommate (not Jerry, who lived in Detroit) and I went to the dance bar.  I was determined to find Tom and say ‘yes.’  He was there—and looked right through me.  We sat down and instantly another guy, likely 25 or so, came over.  I had seen him at the Flame on Sunday.  He was thin, wearing a very white tee-shirt and jeans.  My brother introduced him: Michael with a very long and hard to pronounce Polish surname.  He told me he had asked my brother all about me—and he appropriated me for the evening.  Even getting me to kiss him in public—another first that I was careful to detail in my journal.

We danced.  The four of us went on the Flame—and then to a horrible greasy spoon.  Michael asked the question: “What are you doing tonight?”  I said I had roommates in a college dorm.  Michael was living in the kitchen of his cousin’s two room apartment.  My brother rolled his eyes and said “Take my bed.”

And we did.   We got naked.  Really a new experience—not like in the tent.  We kissed—and I noted in the journal that this time I felt like I knew what I was doing. My cock got hard.  And it was the first time I’d ever heard, “Man, you got a big one.”  I had no idea that I had.  He sucked me and I him.  He wanted me to fuck him.  I gulped and began to get nervous.  He had me lay on my back so he could sit on me.  He got me inside him-- and my erection evaporated.  He tried to coax it back.  Nothing.  I sucked him and worked my finger up his ass.  He came like he’d not had sex in a week.  (And here’s a direct quote from the journal:) “It was as he came that in the next breath, he said he thought he was in love with me.  And…I…fell asleep.”

We woke up and had sex again.  I skipped my first class ever to do it.  We took turns fucking our dicks between the other’s thighs.  That worked just fine for me.  He shot.  I fucked his thighs using his cum for lube--and I got really excited. 

I finally got off with another man.

Four Big Dicked Pigs

 Lansing—November, 2025

 

It had been forever since I’d seen both halves of the couple I’d christened Tall Top and Tim.  They used to be regulars at the house party to the north of me, but they were now enjoying retirement—which meant long stays in sunny places.  But at the top of November, Tim reached out.  They were home and wanted a small group either at my place or theirs.  I knew they had some regulars—so we decided they would host.  Accordingly, I went up to Lansing on a Wednesday afternoon. 

They live in a gorgeous house.  The playroom is on the upper floor, in the maid’s quarters.  There is a sling, the same padded fuck bench as mine, a double bed and a rimseat.  There are mirrors everywhere.  I stripped down as Tim introduced me to Ray, a good-looking guy likely in his 40’s, 20 years younger than the three of us.  Ray tells me he’s all top but loves to have his ass eaten.  I make a mental note…

 

Tall Top and Ray are making out on the bed.  Tim kneels on the edge of the mattress to suck their cocks, his ass in the air.  Perfect.  I kneel on the floor and begin eating him out for the first of countless times in the next couple of hours.  His hole opens easily under the assault my tongue is giving it.  I stand up and slide into him.  Tim groans around the cock in his mouth.  He continues to go back and forth between the two. 

Tall Top moves away and comes around to watch me fuck.  He loves me to open up his partner.  He jerks his wet dick.

“Ready?” I ask.

He nods.  I pull out and he sinks in.  He sighs in contentment.  I am pleased that Ray reaches for me and sucks my cock straight out of Tim’s slick butt. It’s good to know we are all pigs.  He can’t quite take me to the root as I stand there.  He asks me to lie down.  I do, still watching Tall Top plow into his partner.  Ray kneels between my splayed legs and takes me down his throat inch by inch.  He chokes once, but manages it.  Over and over.  When he tires, he simply shoves Tiim’s head down on me.

“Sit on my face,” I grunt out.  Ray leers at me and stands astride my chest.  He lowers a beautifully hairless ass down on my eager mouth.  I feel totally smothered with his generous butt cheeks.  He groans and begins talking incredibly nasty as his hit of poppers kicks in.  He grinds down on my tongue—and I give him the same tongue fucking I gave Tim.  He moans again and again.  He only gets off me when Tall Top pulls out of Tim and Ray wants a turn on the only ass available to us. 

Tall Top bends and sucks my dick as Ray fucks.  Suddenly, he pulls off me and announces: “You should get under the rimseat.”

I lie on the floor.  The seat comes down.  Ray sits on my face and Tim sits on my dick.  He begins to bounce.  I can’t believe how much the seat spreads Ray’s ass.  I am so much deeper inside him now.  He groans and takes another hit of poppers.  He begins talking trash, but is soon silenced by Tall Top’s big cock in his mouth.

Tim tells the guys he wants to sit his freshly fucked ass on my face.  They move and Tim sits. He is practically raining ass jizz on my tongue, he’s so wet.  I dig in.  It’s my turn to groan.  Someone is sucking my cock.  I guess it’s Ray.  I am proved right for at that moment Tim is pulled up by Tall Top.  He is fucked for a few strokes and told to sit back down.  This is something the three of us know to do—as all three of us love it.  TT does it again.  Maybe a little longer and deeper this time.  All I know is that Tim’s ass is gushing out his homemade lube…

*

Ray, after a round-robin of the three of us taking turns fucking a bent over Tim, takes a break.  He wants a quick rinse off in the shower downstairs.  Tim, ever the good host, goes down with him to see that he has everything he needs.  I suggest to Tall Top that it’s his turn on the rimseat.  This is something I had to coax him to try when we first met.  But now he loves it.  I get under it again and eat him.  He groans—and tells me how much he’s missed my tongue.

Suddenly, someone is sucking my cock.  Tim must be back, for in another moment he is riding me again.  Hard.  He is pounding himself down on my thick column of manmeat.  “Sit on his face,” Tall Top tells his partner.  They change places.  Tim’s hole is still very wet.  I tongue it.  Tall Top feeds Tim his dick.  He deliberately forces it down Tim’s throat to choke him.  Each time his throat spasms, so does his asshole.  I love the sudden gape as his throat is pummeled.

I finally need air.  I come up and clean my palette with my water bottle.  I suggest the sling.  Tim jumps in.  I eat his ass briefly, before I stand up and plow into him.  Tall Top stands to the side, watching me use Tim.  They have springs on all four of the sling chains, so it has a great bounce as I plow him. 

Tall Top takes a turn.  He pulls out and I go back in, drilling deep with long, hard strokes…

*

Ray is back.   We are all taking a moment on the bed.  Tim mentions he had a piss fuck when they were in California and loved it.  I tell him to get some towels under the fuck bench.  Tall Top gets out his phone to record it.  Tim, finished waterproofing, gets on the bench.  I eat his hole again as Ray feeds Tim his dick from the front.  I stand up and fuck.  I pull out.  My cock erupts with piss over his ass crack.  One longish blast.  I bend and lick it up.  I fuck him again.  This time I pull out and begin to piss and shove it back into his ass.  I hold, filling his guts with my piss.  Ray has stopped feeding him and come around to the side to watch.  I fuck.  We can all hear the slosh inside Tim.

“I gotta feel that,” moans Ray.

I churn the piss a little more and pull out.  There is a splash of piss to the towels.  I step to the side and let Ray fuck him.  He has to stand on tiptoes to reach Tim’s ass, but he does.  He makes the sexiest groans as his cock hits my hot piss.  He fucks a little, then, still inside Tim, he steps up onto the bench, his feet in front of Tim’s knees.  His torso is on Tim’s back, his cock still in Tim’s ass.

“Eat me out again,” he crows.  I do.  I lick his ass.  I lick his balls.  I lick what I can of his shaft sticking out of Tim’s hole.

“Think we can double fuck him like this?” he grunts.

I move and press into Tim.  Instantly, I dislodge Ray’s cock.  We don’t try to get him back in.  I just fuck Tim.  When I pull out, sloshing more piss to the towel, Ray climbs down.

“Seed him,” he grunts.  “I want to taste your load in him.”

We are all ready for me to shoot.  I kneel and rim his piss-soaked hole.  He has taken so much cock today—we’ve really stretched him out.  Just sticking my tongue into him and tasting my piss and the idea that he’s had three cocks in him repeatedly, is more than enough to make me ready to shoot.

I stand up and plunge into his hole.  I fuck him hard and fast.  He moans out his pleasure.

“Beg for it,” I bark.

“You know I want it…”

“Want what?”

I pick up the speed of my fuck.

“I want your cum in my ass!”

Perfect!  The word triggers my orgasm.  I grab his hips and pump my cum into him.  Three, now four spurts.  I churn it so it mixes with my piss.  Tim gasps.  Tall Top gets closer with his phone and films me in close up pulling out of Tim.  Piss trickles out of his ass.  I go to my knees and staunch the flow with my tongue…

Better Than a Hand

 Near Home—November, 2025

 

I loved working Evan’s hot hole on his recent trip to the playroom, but those sessions are all about him, not about getting me off.  When I woke up on Saturday, I knew I would be wanting to shoot my load before the day was out.  I had a busy morning and afternoon—but I had reserved the night for the hunt for the right mouth or ass…

 

I open the door to the darkened room.  It is fairly crowded.  An older man is in my usual seat, so I sit along the short wall, where I can only see the straight video.  It also just happens to be next to a very handsome man, likely in his 40’s, who is kneading his cock mound as I sit.  His eyes are on me, not the screen, as I unzip and pull out my cock.  I erect fast, especially with his gaze riveted to my crotch. 

I stroke.  The porn is good and wet.  In moments, the handsome man unzips his pants and takes out a hot seven-incher.  We stroke.  I idly smear my precum over my cock head with one finger, tasting it afterward.  I spit in my palm and continue stroking.

The guy leans towards me.  “I’ve seen you here before.”

I nod.  He does look familiar, but I’m sure we haven’t played.

“Sometime, not now, not here, I want you to fuck me.”

I nod—and smile.

He kicks off his shoes, stands up and takes off his pants.  There is no underwear.  He folds his slacks and tucks them under his seat.  He unbuttons his shirt, but leaves it on.  He has a good body, with hair between his pecs and much more below the waist.  He steps in front of me, kneels and says: “You need something better than a hand on that gorgeous cock…”

He leans in and takes me to the root on the first go.  His mouth feels wonderful—and he knows how to suck big dick.  His tongue is restless—and can’t stay out of my piss slit, every time he works his way back up my shaft.

Now he goes for my balls.  Licking.  Lifting them to lick under them.  Taking them with the gentlest suction into his mouth.  One, then the other and back again.  I close my eyes and hunker down in my seat a little so he has easier access.  He seems to love my nut musk—every few minutes he inhales deeply, savoring it.

Finally, he stands up.  He is rock hard.  He sits back in his chair and I kneel in front of him.  I do all the things to him that he just did to me.  Piss slit.  Deep throat.  Balls.  Licking up his precum drool.  I lick under his balls.  As he has no cockring on, they all but disappear into his body as my tongue excites them.

I take a breather and sit back down.  He’s ready to go again.  He kneels.  Then asks if I would take my pants off.  I undo them and push them to my ankles.  He does it all again.  Lots of deep throating.  Using that spit on my balls.  Tonguing me everywhere.  He’s back to lifting my balls and licking the cock ring.  He starts down my perineum.  He stops just above my tight pucker.  He comes up for air, panting.

“I really want to rim your ass,” he breathes.  “Please?”

I nod, not really believing he wants to do it.  I lean back and squirm down in the chair for better access.  I am sitting right by the pole that is in the room (where I often have men brace themselves for a fuck.)  My boots go up on it and he goes under my legs.  I feel his hot breath on my asshole.  I wait.  He takes a hit of poppers…

Fuck!  His tongue is licking all around it.  You can always tell who does it to be nice and who loves/needs to eat out a hole.  He is the latter.  He is moaning with every lick.  The man to the left of us stops looking at the porn—his eyes are on us.

It’s my turn to moan as his tongue hits and works open my sphincter.  He suddenly stops.  He is handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  So does here.   I bliss out.  He goes deep inside me as my muscles relax.  He begins a rough tongue fucking.  Damn!  He is doing to me, what I have done to countless men before I work my dick into them.  I groan and let him eat me out.

The handsome man stops tongue fucking me.  He is now licking my ass lips.  He leaves them sopping wet.  He licks up to my balls once more.  I am about to say I want to do the same to him, when his tongue travels back down to my ass.  He takes a hit and digs in, passing the brown bottle to me.  I take a hit, too, and am lost in a wet and sloppy sex haze.

I have no idea how long he is down there, but eventually he stands up, stretches and sits down.  He begins to dress.  “I need to go to the car, I’ll be back.”

He leaves, likely for a cigarette and I pull my pants back up over my ass.  I stroke to the porn and wait for him.  He comes back and I suck his dick.  He is not as rampant now, but nicely hard.

A large guy I know who likes me to fuck him comes over.  He asks both of us to take turns on him.  The handsome guy, stands up, pulls himself together and goes out to the parking lot again.  The large guy sits back down near the gay screen.

I wait.

The handsome man comes back.  But he’s done.  Somehow, he’s lost all his mojo.  I ask if he was put off by the larger guy.  He says no.  That he’s tired.  He gets up and sits far across the room from me.  He pulls out his phone and scrolls through it.

We’re done.  And I’m not sure why.  I want to tell him about the playroom.  I get up and start towards him—and he all but runs out the door…

*

Nerves?

Shame?

Did he jerk off in the parking lot?

Who knows?  I do know that it was some of the best sex I’ve had there—until there was no way to salvage it.

Saying Goodbye to Evan's Insatiable Ass

 My Playroom—November, 2025

I didn’t have long to wait for good sex.  Evan, the fist pig who comes to visit from Illinois, was due on Friday.  I was looking forward to seeing him, but it was also slightly bittersweet, as we both knew this was likely our last meet for a long time.  He was moving to Florida sometime before Christmas.

As usual, he arrived late in the afternoon.  He made himself a drink and told me about how the plans for the move were coming along as I sipped my hot tea.  Soon enough, he went off to the shower to prepare.  I took the lube downstairs and turned on some fisting porn…

 

Evan sits on the bed.  He spends a few moments sucking my dick.  But the pull of getting his hole stretched is just too much.  I can see it in his eyes—so I suggest he get on the fuck bench.  He does.  I hear the poppers open as I kneel behind him.  He ass crack is still warm from the shower.  I dig in, my tongue instinctively burrowing into his soft flesh.  He groans as I begin tongue fucking his hole.

I stay there for quite some time.  Teasing him, standing up and wiping my leaking cock on his hole but not going inside him.  But I love the taste of my precum on his hole.  I work it inside with my tongue.

Finally, I stand and slip my cock into him.  I slide right in—I have made him so wet.  I pump.  His head comes up as he looks at the large mirror in front of him.  He sees me thrusting into his ass.  I point to the mirror on the side wall that is positioned so he can actually see my dick as it plows into him.  He groans—and shuts his eyes so he can concentrate on working his hole.

His ass loosens up easily after all these years of play.  I want to add something to my cock.  The Ballistic Butt Bomb is right next to me on the shelf.  I stick the stainless-steel head into the coconut oil and grease it up.  It slides in with just a little pressure.  I add my cock, so the long thin shaft is under my dick.  My cock head now batters the bulb—inching it deeper into Evan’s wet hole.

I pull my dick and the toy out.  I eat his hole once more.  I grab the Seahorse and slather it with lube.  I work it into him, curve up.  He gasps.  But he takes it.  Deep—almost the full toy.  I slip it out and it re-enters him with the curve going down.  His hole flowers open and he takes the toy until the big balls are slapping against his ass.

We move to the sling.  I spend a few minutes eating his hole again.  And fucking.  Again—I want to tighten him down.  I use the eggheaded dildo—the toy I use the most for double fucking. He is back to feeling as tight as the moment we started.  

I move to the speculum.  I crank it open slowly.  Turn after turn—making the stainless-steel flippers stretch his hole.

“Fuck me,” he pleads, knowing I love to stick my dick in between the metal phalanges.  I stand up and push my rampant cock into him.  We both groan as I bottom out inside him.  I pause—and then begin a slow in and out, thrusting deep into his spread open ass…

*

I have done a little true fisting, mostly with my left hand.  Now I use my Crisco covered paw to grease up the Ass Grommet.  I slide the open cylinder over my hard cock.  I grease up the outside of it—and push it into him slightly gaping hole.  Evan’s eyes light up.  He loves how full he feels—my big cock has doubled in girth.  He moans.  I love that my cock head is free of the toy so I can feel his wetness as I fuck.

We move on.  I know we will be running through the toy shelf.  I insert the black butt plug.  His hole snaps shut, just like it should on the more slender base.  I pick up the Ballistic Butt Bomb and use it as a mallet.  I strike the exposed base, sending vibrations through his body that make his whole frame shake.  Now it’s the bigger three-tiered plug.  He takes it all—and I pound on the base of this toy, too.  Evan moans in sheer joy.

I do another round of fisting.  This time using my right hand as well as my left.  This leads to me grabbing the 18 inches of chain.  I work it up his hole—link by link.  Slowly.  Each link inserted adds to the weight in his ass.  He takes it all.  I have just three links left to hold onto.  I wait a moment.  I begin the slow pull out.  Each link widening his ass lips to get out.  He moans the entire time I work it out.  The last few links come out in a rush with gravity taking over.

“Do it again!”

I do…

*

The new toy shelf is all but bare.  I have used the toy in the vague shape of a hand.  It is very firm and unforgiving and Evan’s ass is one of the few who takes it.  He has loved the clear dildo with a handle.  But right now, I have the long black dildo that has three humps in it.  I use the handle to maneuver it inside him.  He takes it but for the last inch.  As it comes out, he asks for it once more.  I let him take his poppers before I work it in.  I wonder if the fumes will help him take the last little bit, but it bottoms out in the same place.

I have promised Evan a new toy.  It has sat in its box for over a year, waiting for the man who brought it to come back to the playroom.  He was a hot construction worker who saw me regularly while he was in town, first at the bookstore and then in the playroom—but his local job ended and so did his visits.  We never got to the toy he brought.  It is another variation of balls on a string—but instead of balls, the humps are shaped like flared cock heads.  I grease it up—and Evan’s moans tell me that it will be a good toy in rotation with the others.

Evan asks for one of the two biggest toys.  I fetch the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like it is the giant dick of a robot.  I grease up the shaft, which is more like a triangle than a column.  I work it slowly into him.  A quarter.  Half.  Three quarters.  All but the last inch of this toy, too.  I pull it slowly out, cover the tip with more grease and we do it again.  This time he takes every last inch of this mammoth cock.

We take a break.  We watch of little of Pigs at the Hoist.  Then Evan’s back in the sling.  I do a lot of hand work—before I work most of the toys we’ve used, into his insatiable hole one last time…

*

I hope that this is not goodbye to Evan.  Maybe it will be a good excuse to get me down to Florida…

Poor Excuses and Missed Chances

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History: My Dad

 I’m going to pause in my progress of coming out (and finding sex) to back up a little.  Here is the post about my father…

 

I fully believe that I am on this earth because my father knew how to type.

You see, Dad was drafted into World War II the moment he graduated from high school in 1944.  He was 17.  He suddenly went from being a soft-spoken, small town boy who loved his dog and worshipped his mother, into being fast tracked for basic training.  Fortunately for me, somewhere early on, he told his Sargeant that he knew how to type—something that many men didn’t do in the 1940’s—but he’d braved being the only boy in the class during high school, wanting to learn how for college.  He completed his basic training and really didn’t see the combat that the rest of his unit did.  The war was winding down and he was told to start typing discharges—and his would be the last one he’d do.

Both my brother and I heard this story—and took a tying class for college.  What we didn’t hear about for years and years were details about his being in war-torn Germany and helping open the concentration camps.  At 18.  I can’t imagine.

After the war, Dad went to a small religious affiliated school on the GI Bill.  He stayed in the dorm—and his roommate became a life time friend.  Oh, and he met my mother there, too.

Remember the post where I came out to my brother and we were talking about Dad and his porn?  One of the things that came up that night was Dad’s college roommate.  We went to dinner at his house in Detroit, just before my brother graduated high school.  Dad’s roommate lived openly with another man who was from central Europe.  Even I, in my early teens, could tell they were partners not friends.  That night of my coming out, my brother told me that the European had followed my brother to the bathroom and started to come on to him.  He quickly shut the door.

After my telling my brother about the porn novels (and their evolution from straight to gay) there was another story we shared that night.  Back in high school my brother asked to take the family car for the night.  Fine—but it needed gas and Dad told him to use the Sunoco credit card.  Being helpful, I got up from the table and went to Dad’s wallet (where he always left it on the buffet) and pulled the only plastic card I saw in there and handed it to my brother.  He blanched and said I had the wrong one, and got up to find the correct card.  All those years later, my brother told me I had handed him my dad’s membership card for the gay bathhouse that had branches in both Detroit and Toledo.  (Dad choosing the Toledo branch.)

There was little that was overt, but with Dad teaching at a high school 30 miles away—it gave him a lot of time away from the family.  We can see now, he was obviously bisexual—with two sons to prove it. It’s what men did before Stonewall—and what some still do.  ‘I can quash these feelings by getting married.’  We think of someone like Oscar Wilde as gay.  He wasn’t—he was bisexual with a family…

Did my mother know?  I can’t say for certain.  At first, I doubt it.  Twenty years in, maybe.  What I do know is that they loved each other.  They were best friends.  True soul mates. 

There was an incident in the late 1970’s.  I was home from my first year of college and we got a call from the police.  Dad had been picked up and was at the police station.  Mother, her voice shaking, asked why, for what?  The officer’s answer was: “I’d like him to tell you.”

Dad came home shaking and my mother not believing a word he had said.  He had stopped at a rest room in a public park (that was notorious for gay sex, I soon learned—though I never had any luck there).  He told some story about how the police were looking for a car just like his—and it was all a huge mistake.  I am sure he propositioned an undercover officer.  I made myself scarce as they talked it out.  By dinner, there was a wary truce.  The porn books disappeared from under the front seat of his car.  He was home a little earlier each work day.

I believe he still had ‘some time away’ after the arrest.  There was a man, who became a family friend, who stopped just short of telling me he and Dad had a relationship.  I do believe Dad stopped altogether the moment the ‘gay cancer’ was all over the news.

Much of the strife between father and son of my brother’s coming out was not that my brother was gay—but Dad was afraid that it would out him as well.  Though it was never put into words.

I mentioned the loosening of my mother’s tongue as she fought memory issues.  The other thing she told me, after the tale of my coming out of the womb pissing, was the fact her mother did not want her to marry Dad.  “But darling, he’s so obviously a mama’s boy…” 1950’s speak for well, you know…

*

There is another wrinkle here.  My mother’s only brother was a hell raiser.  He got a girl pregnant in high school and had to marry her.  Soon a divorce.  Another marriage and divorce a decade later.  He was a military nurse and went to Vietnam for a long tour.  He came home and drove up to see my brother at college.  He arrived outside the TKE house in a loud convertible, blaring the latest disco song of the moment and wearing a flamboyantly colored faux fur coat.  He had found men.  And loved it.  He eventually married a lesbian in a marriage of convenience to fool the military brass (at least on paper…)

I should also mention that the two children of dad’s only sister, my cousins, have both married and had children.  In the next generation, there are for sure two gay men and I am pretty sure a budding lesbian.

So, you know that nature vs nurture debate…I totally believe there is a recessive gene somewhere for our gayness.  And I got it from both sides…I didn’t stand a chance…

He Knew What He Wanted

 My Playroom—November, 2025

 

I had been corresponding with a gentleman who wanted something a little different.  He loves having his ass dilated.  He asked if I enjoyed speculums.  I told him I had two.  He agreed that I could stick my dick in him as well.  And he might like to try sucking it.

We conversed for quite some time on Recon.  Finally, we set a date.  He arrived right on time, the Monday after my All Saints Day revels.  He wanted to check his clean out after his drive.  All was good.  I gave him a bathrobe to get downstairs…

 

He’s a good-looking guy, in his late 50’s.  He is wearing a thermal knit shirt to hide the slightest of guts.  Below, he has thermal underwear, with the ass and crotch cut out for easy access.  He has a bag of goodies.  First out is his own homemade lube—made from xanthan gum.  It is a very large tub of it.  I place it under the sling.

Next, he pulls out his speculum.  It is a Collins, just like mine.  We opt to use mine so it will be one less thing for him to clean later.  Then lube syringes.  Maybe a dozen of them—from pencil thinness to fat cylinders.  I select one that is twice as fat as the one I own.  I put it near the lube.

He is sitting on the bed.  He asks to suck my cock.  I offer it to him.  It is not something that I think he does very often.  Not bad, just inexperienced.   I don’t let him spend too long on oral—I can see he is eager to get in the sling.

He gets in and I move the stirrups to a comfortable position.   I kneel and begin to rim him.  He groans—and open the new bottle of poppers he got on his trip in to me.  I eat his hole.  It begins to expand, just with the pressure of my tongue.  I get some of his lube on my hard cock.  It is slick and cool.  I stroke and lick his butt.

I add a finger, dipped in the vat of lube, before it worms its way into him.  He takes me easily.  I play with his prostate and his cock gets very hard.

I fill the lube syringe.  I work it into his ass.  I depress the plunger and empty it all deep inside him.  Some escapes.  I push it back in my finger.  He’s told me he loves to be filled with it—so I do a second injection.  I condom up (per an earlier request) and slide into him.  He is totally poppered and his cock is drooling.  I fuck—and suddenly he is gushing out a mega load of cum. 

I pull out.  He moans.  I ask if I can lick it up—and he moans out a ‘yes’.

“Can you keep going?”

“Yes…”

I grab my speculum and cover it with his lube, thinking too late that I should have used his cum.  I work the cool metal into his hot ass.  I begin the slow crank.  He loves that I know how to open him correctly—slowly, with incremental turns of the thumbscrew.  I get it open wide enough that I know I can add my dick.  A different Magnum goes on—and I do just that.  I don’t think he’s ever had anyone fuck him with the speculum in place.  His cock erects once more.

After some minutes, I pull out and crank him closed.  I grab the Seahorse, the curved, ridged dildo that has a very small head and a gentle increase of girth as it goes deeper.  He loves it.  I try it with the curve down.  Then the curve up.  He takes it both ways easily.

My fingers do a lateral stretch—the same move that the speculum does.  He groans—I think appreciating the warm fingers over the stainless steel. 

I go for the chain with the smallest links.  It is 18 inches long.  I dip it in his vat of lube and work each link into him.  Slowly.  Precisely.  His breathing changes as the weight of the chain, now 11 inches inside him, weighs down his gut.  I add three or four more links.  I have just two left in my greasy hands to hold.

“Ready?”

I let him popper up.  I begin the slow pull out.  Link.  By.  Link.  He moans and touches his cock.  The first six inches have come out of him very slowly.  Now the weight of the freed chain is pulling the rest out.  It comes out in a steady flow—each link bumping his prostate.

He groans louder now.  He’s shot a second time.

He knows to stop.  It’s only been 30 minutes, but he knows his ass won’t take more having shot twice.  He’s satisfied—and so am I.  I invite him back anytime…