Cute College Kid Helps Me Heal

 Near Home—September, 2025

My penis healed.  Slowly.  One of my least favorite parts of aging is how much longer it takes my body to deal with cuts and scrapes.  I finally ventured back to the bookstore.  I was leery of just letting anyone deal with my dick—but maybe, I thought, I would have a session of just me doing the sucking.  Note to self:  Never Make Plans…

 

I get out of my car.  Parking at the same time is a man around my age.  He is a talker.  He is hailing me the moment he opens his car door while I am locking mine.  He walks in with me, telling me a story about a problematic cashier at a big box store.  I don’t have to respond.  He doesn’t give me any air space to do it, even if I wanted.  I pay.  He pays and is right on my heels, so we go into the theatre together.  He makes a beeline to sit near the gay screen.  I avoid my usual chair in the middle and sit as far away from him as possible on the opposite wall—which means I can only see the straight screen. 

I take out my hardening dick.  I lube it up well.  I stroke—and all is fine.

Except this new guy is now being vocal about what’s happening on the screen.  “Look at the size of his dick.  How can that guy take it so easily?”

Other men (there are maybe five more of us) look away, not wanting to engage.  Soon they physically move away from him. 

One of them is the guy with the long mustache.  He asks if he can suck me.  I tell him, in a low voice, what’s up with my dick.  He commiserates and wants reassurance it wasn’t his tooth that did it.  I reassure him that it’s not.

The talkative guy now comes over to join us.  He sits a chair away.

“Let me suck that beauty,” he volunteers.

I shake my head. 

He makes a few more comments, now about the women on the screen.  We all ignore him and minutes later, the guy falls asleep, emitting an occasional snore.

The whole room is relieved.  The guy with the long mustache finds a willing guy and goes to work.  I watch them and the screen.

The door opens.  In comes Cute College Kid—without his trademark black framed glasses.  His hair is slightly longer.  He is looking hotter than ever—no longer cute, but outright handsome.  He sits on the other side of the sleeping guy and takes out his cock.  He looks right at me.  Now at his dick.  And back at me.

Perfect.

I get up and kneel in front of him.  His cock is just above average, but he is a copious precummer.  I slurp away on him as he writhes in pleasure.  He stops me for a moment, so he can push his jeans down to his ankles.  Now I can get to his balls with ease.  They are fragrant after half a day in the hot weather.  I lick them clean—then suck his cock again.  But I want more of his ball scent.  I lick my way down again.  I lift them with my left hand and lick under them.  I spend a long time there before my tongue snakes down his perineum.  He scootches down in the chair so my tongue can touch his pucker.

He groans the moment I lick him there.  Loud enough I’m afraid he’ll wake the snoring talker.  But no.  I begin to lick up and down his ass crack.  But CCK wants more.  He motions for me to stop and we go around the corner to the gay screen.  He strips completely but for socks and kneels in the wide chair.

I pick up where I left off, my tongue all over his ass crack.  Now I can slowly zero in on his hole.  Soon, I am tongue fucking him and he is beating his cock.  He moans again.

“Please…” he mumbles.

I know what he wants.  The last thing I’d thought I’d do today is fuck…but I stand up and slide into him.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  He actually stops jerking himself so he won’t shoot.  His ass is super wet.  And hot. 

“I want it…” he murmurs. 

And I want it.  My cock is more than ready, even after this short time inside him.  I plunge deep and I can feel my balls empty into him.  It’s a weeks-worth of semen.  It is not an explosive orgasm, but it feels great, shooting inside him.  I fuck in it.  And churn it.  I pull out and go to my knees to felch some of it.

He starts stroking again as I eat his freshly fucked hole.  Suddenly, he wriggles around, rolling to sit—so he can feed me his dick.  He gets it into my mouth just before he spurts out a massive amount of cum.  Spurt and spurt.  I savor and swallow.  And swallow.  And lick him clean as he writhes in pleasure.

He pulls me up to look me square in the face.  “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispers.

I smile, before catching the last drool out of his dick…

*

When I got home, I checked my dick.  It was slightly red where the scrape had been…but just fine…

The Choker Rubs Me the Wrong Way

 Near Home—September, 2025

I saw Kris (from the previous post) early in the week and the sex was good enough to keep me from looking for more until Saturday.  I went to my usual bookstore in the middle of the afternoon…

 

I park in the lot, where there are enough cars to pique my interest.  The first person I see is the Choker.  He looks rough—and needs a haircut.  He is standing by the back entrance I always use.  He may have been leaving, but he follows me in and then into the theatre.  I sit on the side wall where I can see both screens easily, as my usual chair is occupied.  The Choker sits one seat away from me on my right, his eyes glued to my crotch.

The gay movie is the hotter of the two—an every-hole-available threeway—and my cock reacts.  I unzip and begin to stroke.  The Choker moves over a chair, the moment I’m fully hard.

“May I suck it?  And if you have to piss…I have to leave soon…”

I nod.  He does have a great mouth.  He kneels and takes me to the root on the first go.   He comes back up, grabs some air and does it again.  This time choking himself on me, so I can feel the contractions of his throat up and down my shaft, buried so deeply in him.

Other men in the room are very aware that sex is now happening right in front of them.  At least two pull out their dicks.

The Choker pulls off me, panting.  He goes for my balls for a brief moment, licking them and carefully pulling them into his mouth.  He isn’t there long, he can’t stop sucking my dick.  But something is off.  He’s never a toothy sucker, but he’s rubbing on me today.  I ask him to go back to my balls.  He does, but reluctantly.  He licks and makes them very wet, but he can’t keep off my dick.  In moments, he swallows me again.  Deep.  Chocking on my thickness.  And I feel it again.  I am about to say something as he pulls off—and goes out the door.

One of the men stroking to our sex is half my age.  He nods to me as he jerks.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  He is Latino and has dark, glossy hair, with a huge nest of pubes.  His dick is uncut.  I swallow him down.  It’s a hot seven incher, but not so thick it cuts off my air.  I suck.  I lick.  I deep throat.  He pulls me off him at one point and guides my mouth to his balls, just as hairy and rather acrid.  I can’t stop licking them.

“Let me suck you,” he whispers.

I stand up, reluctant to let his ball sack out of my mouth.  But I do—and his mouth is all over me, as I stand.  He stays in his chair and I am at the perfect height for him to service me.  He loves doing everything I just did to him.

He pulls off me.  “Fuck my face.  As hard as you can,” he whispers.

I begin.  There is a Black man around my age sitting near us.  He is jerking a gorgeous dick to our scene.  But he won’t let anyone touch him.  The Latino tried as I was sucking—and now a man on the other side of him tries.  He just wants to watch the live porn.

I keep fucking into the young man’s mouth.  I slow and he grunts something that I take to be ‘faster.’  So, I speed up.  He moans out his appreciation as I build in tempo. And more of my cock is going down his throat.  I keep it up until his eyes water.  I pull out.  He is panting, trying to catch some air.  His cock is absolutely rampant.  He grins—and thanks me in Spanish.

I go sit down.

I stroke.  But I’m feeling something.  Right where the Choker’s tooth was rubbing.  I look.  But can’t really see in the dim light.  I go into the restroom.  There is a red patch on my dick, right where his canine rubbed.  The skin doesn’t seem to be broken, but I call a halt to any more sex for the night.

I wake up the next morning and it’s redder yet—with a tiny scab.

I am not happy at all…

The Compliment

 My Playroom—September, 2025

 

I got a message on BBRT from a man who I used to play with fairly often before he moved west.  We hadn’t seen each other for at least eight years by his estimation, and I think even more—as I can’t find him on any of the older blog posts.  I do know that it was quite some time ago—as we were meeting when it was still easy to find other tops on the internet who would actually show up to play (something I gave up trying to organize years ago.)   I remembered how he loved two or three of us using him.

I was relieved that Kris’ profile had pictures—to make sure I was remembering the right man.  He had aged well.  He was still cubbish and hairy.  His ass was everything I love--full and covered in fur.  He was back in my area visiting family.  We set up a time—and he arrived on my doorstep all smiles…

 

We go right downstairs as soon as he steps out of my shower.  He doesn’t have long before he needs to meet a family member for dinner.  I ditch my robe and watch him undress   He has asked for me to leather up—and I have—in chaps and vest with my ubiquitous combat boots.  He is jocked and harnessed.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench, kneading my yellow jock pouch.  He kneels and begins mouthing the worn fabric of the jock.   He pulls it back and hungrily takes my swelling cock into his mouth.  His tongue gets busy.  I love the look on his face (sheer joy) as he gets me fully hard.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He deep throats me again and comes up for air, panting.

“You didn’t get any smaller,” he chuckles.

“Let me eat your ass.”

We change places, Kris getting on all fours on the flattened bench.  His ass is as full as I remember, with hair everywhere.  The cleft between his cheeks has twice as much as the lush fur elsewhere else.  I pull those globes apart and dig in.  His crack is slightly damp from the shower, but I make it wringing wet.  I can’t stop licking him, twirling all that hair with my tongue.  I dig in deeper, making him squirm.

“Fuck me with that tongue.  Damn!”

I drill into him.  Deeper and deeper.  His hole opens for me.  His ass lips are swelling, just from this amount of play.  I begin to suckle them—making them fuller yet.  I fleetingly think about all the cocks that have been in his hole since we last met.  The very thought makes my cock drool.  I stand up and wipe the precum on his slightly gaping hole.

“Do it.  Fuck me!”

I push into him.  He gasps and holds up a hand for me to pause for a moment.  I hear the poppers open.  He inhales—and I sink into him without any further push from me.

“Oh, yeah….” He mumbles.

I begin a slow pump.  He keeps moaning.  And egging me on.  To fuck him faster.  Or harder.  I give him just what he wants.  Now, I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth.  He licks me clean, then takes my full length deep into his throat.  He gags himself on purpose.  Over and over.

I take my cock, now covered in deep throat spittle, back to his ass.  I push it deep inside him, using his own lube.  He loves this—and tells me so.  I love the smoother ride.  I fuck him hard and fast.

I pull out abruptly, leaving him gaping.  I kneel and tongue fuck him.  Deep and wet.

We move to the sling.  He wants the mirror above—so he can see the full length of my cock enter him.  He opts for his feet on the chains, not the stirrups.  I kneel and begin rimming his wet ass again.  I love how deep I can go now.  I spend a long time there.  He is moaning and telling me to tongue him deeper.

I stand up and slide in.  No pausing needed.  Just a smooth glide in.  His ass canal feels incredibly warm as it squeezes down on me.  I begin a slow fuck.  My balls slapping his ass on each thrust.  He groans and begins squeezing his own dick under the jock.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror above him.

I pull out and eat his wet hole once more, but not for long.  I stand up and fuck him.

I repeat this again and again.

“Load me, man.  I really want your cum.”

I nod.  “You gonna have dinner with my load inside you?”

He nods, his eyes bright again.  “That’s so dirty.  I love it…”

We’ve been fucking for an hour.  I know he needs to go soon.  I hunker down once more to lick his open hole.  I jerk myself while I do it.  And I’m close.  I lick him out for the last time and stand. 

I push in. 

I fuck.

Harder.

And harder.

I’m there.  I grab his hips and unload deep in his hairy butt.  He groans, his eyes on my contorted face…

Afterwards, after a quick rinse under the shower, load still in his ass, he talks to me as he dresses.

“You know, you changed me.  The way I have sex.  Do you remember the last time we played in your other house?”

“Not exactly…”

“You blindfolded me and fucked me.  A first for me.  Then you surprised me by having two other guys come in.  They both fucked me hard and loaded me.  You ate their loads out of me before you gave me yours.  I never saw them—and that was so hot!”

He buttoned up his shirt and continued.

“That really changed how I wanted sex.  Now, my favorite thing to do is to go to the bathhouse, and get ass up in the dark room and never see the guys who use me.”

He pulled me in and kissed me lightly on the lips.  “Thank you…for opening that whole new world…”

*

And I did remember it.  I was slightly unnerved having two guys in my house not in the playroom, waiting for me to open the door for them.  And I can’t find it as a blog post anywhere….

Pictures to Inspire Your Weekend

 

I accepted a brief work gig out of state.  With little time to write, I thought I’d post a few pictures to get the juices flowing…

Working for His Load

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

I may have gotten off (finally!) at the strip club arcade, but I craved connection.  I really longed for it.  I checked with two men who live fairly close to me, but they were both unavailable, so I went to my usual haunt.  It was Sunday afternoon.  And it was not what I expected…

 

There are few cars in the lot.  I think about turning around and going home.  But I don’t.  I go in.  Four men are in the room, paired up and having sex.  Two bears are in the back corner.  They seem to be alternating on who is sucking who.  The moment I sit down, the guy on his knees stands up and feeds his dick to the guy he’s just been sucking.

A few seats away from them are the other pair.  I don’t know the sucker, who is a rather cubby man in his late 30’s.  But the guy getting his dick sucked is a man I know well.  He’s likely in his early 30’s, lithe and slim.  His hair is a little shorter than before and is now cut in an asymmetrical way.  The stud in his nostril catches the light from the screen.  He has those big chunks of plastic in his earlobes, whatever they are called.  There are tats on his arms.  I smile at him and he looks right through me.

I have a long history with this guy in this space.  The first time I met him, back in the two theatre days, he was a newbie here.  He had had three guys try to get him off with their mouths and they had all failed.  I offered and succeeded.  He was not a regular, but anytime he was there, he sought me out.  One time, when we were all by ourselves, he let me eat his ass—but it has never happened again.  I am pretty sure men are not his usual fare.  He’s not a quick blow n’ go.  He takes work—and I seem to be the only man willing to do the long haul to get him off…

I stroke to the cub working on the young man.  Finally, the guy I know focuses on my face.  I see recognition sink in.  He nods, ever so slightly, to me.  The sucker has been working on him for the 15 minutes I’ve been here and who knows how much longer before that. The young man’s phone goes off.  He tells the guy to stop and he grabs it.  He stuffs his modest endowment into his pants and goes out the front door, phone to his ear.  His cocksucker stretches, sees me and comes over.  He sucks me for a moment.  He’s not bad, but he’s not anywhere good enough to get the young man off.

“I guess it’s not my day,” he says as he gives up.  He goes out the door.  Behind me, one of the bears gets off in the other’s mouth.  The guy who shot his load leaves, too.

I stroke.  As does the remaining bear.

The door opens.  It’s the young man, his long phone call finished.  He sits next to me, smiles—and then asks if I’ll do him.  He motions to the back corner.  We go there.  The bear senses we want privacy and moves away from us.  The young guy takes out his dick.  He starts to get it hard and I brush his hand away.  I want him to erect in my mouth.  I love that—and don’t get it very often. 

My tongue seems to work wonders.  He stiffens right up.  He closes his eyes and just concentrates on the how I’m making him feel.  I get a tiny groan out of him as I do a repeated deep throating of him.  This even makes his cock drool. 

I move to his balls.  He is so hairy below the waist—I love it.  I work each nut—they are bigger than you’d think with the size of his dick.  He loves this, too.  So much so he makes me stop so he can lose his pants and boxers.  Now I can get under his balls, as well.  It is where the hair is thickest.  He moans again—so softly, only I can hear.

More men are coming in—but they are leaving us alone in our back corner.  I hear the bear, who moved for us, begin to suck a new arrival.  I finally rock back on my heels and take a breather, slowly jerking him with my left hand as I do it.

“You have me so close…”

But I know what that means.  We aren’t talking in the next few minutes.  But in the next ten.  Or more.  I go back to work.  He indicates he wants to stand.  I let him—and he fucks my face.  But he likes my tongue too much to keep that up. He sits and I devour him again.

He is juicing now—and it makes sucking him a treat.  His precum is so sweet.   I reluctantly leave his shaft to do his balls again.  And under them.  It’s a great sign that he is now audibly moaning as I lick him there.  I go down his perineum.  I flick my tongue across his tight pucker, but his hand guides me up to his balls, and up his shaft until I can oval my mouth and swallow him whole.

Bam!  He’s there.  He spurts a huge load—at first hitting the back of my throat and then pooling on my tongue.  He lets me clean him up.  There is not a drop of cum left on him.  He leans down and thanks me before I stand up.

“I always look for you…” he whispers.

He kicks into his jeans and takes off.

There are three new men here.  The moment I sit down, a bigger guy in an MSU sweatshirt, asks if he can blow me.  I let him.  He is working his own dick harder than mine.  In moments, he stands up and feeds me his load.

Not as much volume—but thick and good.

As that guy leaves, a guy in a hunting cap comes over.  I must have ‘resident cocksucker’ tattooed on my forehead.  He sticks his dick in my mouth as I sit there.  He is not hard.  And he never hardens up.  But I play with his balls and let my finger flick across his asshole.   Bam—load number 3.  Rather bitter, but I swallow.  And reach for my water.

A guy near me is stroking, having watched me suck that dick.  I am sure I have met him at the gay campground.  He indicates he wants some attention, the moment I but the cap back on my water bottle.  I kneel in front of him.  He has huge balls.  I can’t get them in my mouth—but I keep trying.

I get his load in under five minutes…

This is where I should have gone home.  Quite happy, but I lingered.  But I was glad to stay, in my role as recorder of how we have sex here in 2025…

More men arrive.

And a straight couple.  (On a Sunday afternoon?!?)  A guy in a leather jacket trails after them.  (They had to arrange this online.)  The couple sits across from me.  Leather Jacket to my right.  The husband is pretty good looking.  She is not someone I’d choose to play with…so I switch to my Field Reporter mode. She gets the man she came with hard with her mouth.  Then she sits to his side, naked from the waist down.  Leather Jacket gets up and sucks the husband while fingering the woman.  Then he reverses, jerking the husband as he licks her.

“Ride me,” grunts the husband.  I’m not sure which one he’s talking to—but she gets up and sits on his cock.  It is the least passionate fuck I’ve witnessed in a long time.  Leather Jacket stays on the floor and licks the cock disappearing into her.

The next moment is unclear.  Leather Jacket gets up and all but runs out of the room.  I can’t tell if he’s spooked by something—or if he shot his load in his pants.

The husband, with her still on his lap, gestures for me to join them.  I stand up and the woman freaks out at my big dick.  She gets off her husband in a huff.  He gives me some uninspired head.  I move away, before he nicks me with his teeth.

They get dressed and leave.  He looks pleased.  She, anything but…

I stay for a moment.  But I’m done—and content…

Surprises at the New Arcade and Theatre

 Lansing—September, 2025

 

(This picks up where we left off…)

I get out of their deserted parking lot to eat the meal I packed.  I find a coffee shop—and sip my drink as I read.  Sometime, near 8 o’clock, I go back to see what is happening.  Things are picking up.  Around 20 cars are there.  Encouraged, I go back into the arcade, showing the cashier, a new woman, my arm band.

I make the tour expectantly.  No one is here.  Not a soul.  They are all in the strip club.  I settle down in the same booth and find an interesting video.  Fairly soon, I hear someone banging the doors to the other booths.  He looks into mine.  He is my age, short and rather round.  “Nice dick,” he intones, and leaves, shutting the door that I had deliberately left wide open.

I stroke.

A young man, who has very long hair and the beginnings of a beard, looks in.  “May I join you?”

I nod.

He sits next to me.  He’s in shorts and sandals with a faded red t-shirt.  He is lithe and thin and uses his hands a lot as he speaks.  He tells me he loves the looks of my dick.  May he touch it?  I nod and he does.  Can he take his out?  I nod again—and he unzips.  It is thin with a nice foreskin.

We stroke to the porn.  Then we stroke as we look at each other.  Now, we stroke each other’s dicks—which makes him pant.  “Excuse me,” he says.  He does up his pants and disappears.

I stroke, shaking my head.

The older guy comes in.  “That kid wants you to fuck him—but he’s too afraid to ask.”

“Ok…”

“He’s in the big theatre.”  And he pops out again.  I wait a moment and go into the theatre.  There they both are.  The older man on the other side of the room as I sit near the young man.  “I hear you want to get fucked.”

He nods and starts his rundown.  He’s not on PrEP as he’s not gay.  He would want me latexed.  And really lubed.  I agree to all that and take out a Magnum.  I ask if he wants to suck it before I roll it on.  He shakes his head.  I tell him I will eat his ass first.  This intrigues him.

Suddenly he bends, from where he’s sitting next to me and sucks my latexed dick.  Not much, just to get it wet, I think.  But he’s jerking at the same time as my mass fills his throat.  He explodes everywhere.  And has nothing to clean himself up.  I find more paper towel and hand it to him.  He cleans up and all but races out of the room.

I have too much lube on my dick, so I go out to piss and wash.  Coming out of the restroom, I look at the parking lot.  It is packed.   Men, in groups of two or three, are heading into the strip club.  Young men with their dates fill the lobby and the store—waiting to be seated.  I wonder if any will filter back to us.

I go back to my room.  And wait.

I wander when I have had enough sitting.  I find the only other guy here—the man who told me about the kid.  He is jerking to the porn in the big theatre.  I kneel and suck his cock.  It takes 30 seconds and he shoots.  Big.  And he leaves.  Now I’m alone.

I go back to my booth.  I find new porn as there are 50 some channels available to me.  I find a very wet squirt video and jerk contentedly.

I hear noise in the next room.  I have lost all track of time.  I get up, not bothering to hide the hard-on.  I find an attractive man jerking to the porn.  We jerk to his very vanilla straight fuck and suck.  I ask if he’d like more.  Nope.  He likes to watch porn and the live porn, when there is a crowd here.  I ask if there is a time when they usually arrive.  He doesn’t really know—but is as surprised as I am how empty the space is.

I leave him in peace and go back to my squirters—and the guy in the video who keeps taking a face full each time the ladies erupt.

I go out to the parking lot for some air.  There is absolutely no room for another car.  The strip club is packing them in. 

I wander in the cooler night air. 

I go back in.

I stroke.

I join the Stroker in the big theatre.  He sits on one side of the main door and I the other.  We seem to be watching the same video.  Occasionally, I catch his looking at me, but it’s just interest, not lust.

The door opens.  It’s a guy in his 50’s I recognize.  He is a man I met at the other cruising place after I filmed with the BDSM couple.  He wanted to be fucked—and I wanted to go home.  But here he is—and I am more than ready to fuck.  He comes right over.

“We meet again!”

I nod.

“Where is everyone?”

It’s the question of the night and no one knows the answer.

“Well, you can fuck me tonight!”

“Absolutely.”

“Where?”

“Right here.  Bend…”

He does, holding onto the back of one of the benches.  I pull his shorts down.  He’s wearing no underwear.  His generous ass is lightly haired.  I go to my knees and begin to eat him out.  It feels wonderful—actual contact with another person.  

“If you’re going to jerk to us,” the guy says to the Stroker, get out here where I can see you.”

He moves to be in his sight line, beating his generous, slightly curved cock.

I go back to eating butt.  The guy is squirming, begging for my cock.  I stand up and slide in. 

“Fuck, you fill me up!”

I begin a slow fuck, but I can’t keep it slow for long.  I build fast.  All the hours of stroking are not letting this be a long fuck at all.

“Give it to me,” he chortles.  “Cum in my ass.”

That’s all it takes.  I begin shooting.  All that pent up seed.  I fill him up.  Some sloshes out.

I hold for a moment, then pull out.  He’s still bent, ass jutting towards me.  I go to my knees and begin to felch my load out of him.  He groans—and begins stroking his cock.  I hear it, I can’t possibly see it with my face plastered in his wet butt.

“Fuck, that’s hot!”  It’s the stroker; he is shooting a load.  I can hear it in his ragged voice.

“I’m gonna shoot, too.  You want some fresh cum?”

Without waiting for an answer, he spins around and pushes his dick into my mouth just before it goes off.  He’s right—the mix of cum from his balls and my cum from his ass is absolutely perfect…

FP Explores a New Arcade and Theatre

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