"Would You Consider the Sling?"

 Lansing—November, 2026

 

It was Saturday night.  I had had no luck in lining up anyone in the playroom.  I thought about heading to my local haunt, but I really wanted something different and to see new faces.  I decided to head north to Lansing and visit the venue that has gloryhole booths, a public sling and the new reverse gloryhole wall for anonymous fucking.  I was sure I could find some trouble to get into up there…

 

I arrive late.  But I know that things don’t heat up here until after 10pm.  The parking lot is full.  I go in and make the tour.  People are milling—and no one is playing.  I stick my dick through a gloryhole where I have heard someone on the other side.  The guy ignores me.

I go watch some porn, keeping my dick in my pants.  The big deal seems to be two women here for the first time—and a young man is making himself their very loud tour guide, as he tries to impress them.  A host of other men are following after the trio.

To avoid them, I go into the dark room and settle in a comfortable chair in the back corner.  The management has added a string of lights on the ceiling since I was here last.  You can actually see shapes in here now, but it is still very dark.  I pull out my dick and stroke.  I want it to be available for exploring men so they can choose to suck or be sucked…

There is a sound.  A tourist.  Just checking the space out—not looking to play.  He notices me—and keeps on moving.

I stroke.

Another man comes in.  He has a football player’s build.  I can’t see enough to guess an age or what he looks like.  He sees me and drops his coat in the corner.  He kneels.  His mouth takes me deep inside him.  His tongue works all over my cockhead and shaft.  I can tell he has a beard and it feels great on my balls. 

He grunts his appreciation at having a mouthful.  I am now treated to a series of deep-throatings.  He groans as he pulls off me.  A long string of spittle still connects us—the dim light from the ceiling making it glow.  He wraps it around my dick and gives me more exquisite head.

“Tell me.  Do you fuck with this monster?”

“I do.”

“Fuck yes!”  He unbuckles his jeans and steps out of them.  Then the shirt.  He keeps going until he’s down to socks and a jockstrap.  He leans against the wall, arching his back to me.  Before I can do anything, he bends and digs out a bottle of lube.  He smears it on his hole and resumes the position.

I lube myself and sink into him.  He’s so eager, he pushes back on me, swallowing the length of my cock in one move.

“Yes…” he croons.

I hold a long moment—and begin to fuck.  The sound of our fucking brings a guy in to watch.  He jerks his cock to us, but does not try to get involved.  This guy’s ass is great—very responsive to my dick.  He loves to squeeze it on the backstroke.

I pull out.  I suggest he kneel in the chair.  He does—and I fuck him once again.  This time when I pull out, he swings around and cleans my cock.

I want more of him, but not in here.  “Would you consider the sling?”

“And have everyone see you fucking me?  You bet!”

He gets dressed and then I lead the way to the sling.  No one is around.  He strips again.  He is a very hairy bear, likely on the edge of 50.  We adjust the sling to my height and he jumps in.  This time I stop him from lubing his hole.  “I have lube,” I tell him as I kneel.

My mouth makes contact with his hole for the first time.  He groans as I begin eating him out.  He tastes great.  Even better, he has puffy ass lips that beg to be licked and lightly chewed.

“You can do that for as long as you want,” he murmurs.

I keep going.  But eventually, I stand up and fuck.  It’s now a straight shot into his hole—and I go deeper.  I love watching his face as I fuck.  It registers every stroke.  I pull out and lick his butt again.  Then another round of fucking.  His ass is really responding to my drilling.  I fuck—and then lick his fully engorged ass lips.

“Fuck…” he moans.  “Don’t stop.”

When I come up for air, he tells me he should stretch his legs.  “I’d like you to sit down somewhere and let me suck you.”

We go to the main lounge.  I sit and he strips down to suck me naked (and be available for others.)  He goes to work on my balls.  And under them.  His tongue goes down my perineum.  He flirts with licking my hole—but stays just above it.  He works me over until he’s breathless.  He sits beside me for a moment and finally we introduce ourselves.

I suggest to Jack we go back to the sling.  He’s eager and ready.  This time I make sure the cage door is wide open so men could join us easily.  A few watch, but none even stroke to our second sling fuck, much less join us. 

Jack’s hole is incredibly juicy now.  I can’t stop rimming him after each fuck.

“I love your tongue,” he groans as I go to my knees once again.

When his legs tire, we find a couch hidden away.  He sucks my cock, still covered in his ass jizz, the moment we reach it.  Then it’s my balls.  My perineum again.  My balls.  And some constant deep throating.

To change things up a little, I pull a bandana out of my back pocket.  I tie it around my eyes.  “I don’t know want to know where you’re going to lick next…”  He loves the challenge.  His mouth works me all over—and he keeps it surprising.  I am a mass of spit when he’s done.

When I take off the blindfold, he asks if we can meet again.  He pulls out his phone and numbers are exchanged.  I have rarely played for so long with a new man in a place like this—but no one else seems interested in either of us.  And we are very happy doing what we’re doing.

“My ass can’t take too much more—but I would love for you to breed me.”

“I would love for you to leave with my load inside you.”

We go back to the sling.  Remembering that his hole is feeling a little sore, I eat him out for a long time.  I stroke myself so I am good and ready to shoot.  I stand up and slide in.  I fuck—and the climax recedes.  I keep fucking.  I can feel that his hole is getting wetter and wetter.  I go back to my knees and lick him out once more.  He’s so damn wet…

I’m ready.  Really ready.

I stand up and slide in.  I begin a fast pump.  Jack’s eyes go wide.  “You’re thicker…” he mumbles…and I am.  I am seconds from spewing jizz.

Two or three more thrusts and I’m there.  I hold onto the chains and fill this man I’d met just a few hours ago with my cum…

A BJ Marathon

 Near Home—November, 2026

 

After my Halloween adventure I had to wait six days to get my dick wet again.  I went back to the local bookstore.  The men were very playful…

 

I go in and sit in my usual chair.  Before I sit, a ginger cub I recognize, looks up from his phone.  He smiles that smile that tells me he’s been on my dick before.  I sit and haul it out.  I stroke myself to full hardness.

The door opens and two men walk in.  One is the Minute Man.  He sits in the darkest corner—where he can watch me.  His hand disappears into his fly the moment he unzips.  The other now comes into the room, having paused in the restroom.  He is a distinguished looking man around my age.  He is dressed in better clothes than the rest of us.  He is tall and thin, with black framed glasses.  The moment he sees my dick he chooses the seat right next to me.

I wait for a moment.  Now I deliberately stop stroking and reach down for my water bottle leaving my cock hands free.  His left hand encircles my dick.  He doesn’t stroke it.  He just holds onto it, like it is something precious.   I take a long swig and put the bottle down.  I turn and look at him.  He is staring at my cock.

“May I suck it?” he whispers.

I nod.

He bends from his chair and realizes that is not going to work.  He gets up and kneels in front of me.  He cradles my cock with both hands and slowly bends forward.  Then he stops and hands me his glasses.  I put them on his chair as his mouth opens and he takes two thirds of my shaft deep into his throat.

Well, fuck.  He’s great.  He is now all over my cock and balls—doing everything I love.  His tongue is incredibly active.  He drills into my piss slit, lapping up the copious precum with which he’s rewarded.

Minute Man is watching the blow job.  He takes his small cock out of hiding and strokes it to the scene in front of him.

My sucker is now spending some time on my balls.  Suddenly he stops.  I am surprised when he takes out a brown bottle and huffs the fumes.  He begins licking my hairy orbs with renewed gusto.  Another hit and he is taking every inch of me down his throat—over and over.

But the concrete floor is taking a toll on his knees.   He stands and starts to sit.  I quickly grab his glasses and have them ready for him as he settles back down.

I thank him by taking a turn on his raging dick.  He is a good seven inches with a slight curve.  He is streaming precum and he groans loudly as I lick it up.  I begin a series of deep throating.  His hands find my shoulders, forcing me to take the last half inch.  He holds onto me as he groans out his pleasure.  “I’m gonna…”

He is shooting before he can finish the sentence.  It’s a huge load.  I swallow it all and clean his cock as he squirms.  He squeezes my shoulder in thanks and takes off.

“That was hot as hell,” whispers the Minute Man.

“You ready?”

“You bet.”

I spend 45 seconds (I really did count it out in my head) and he blows.  It’s a big load, too.  And my second in less than four minutes.  He grins and stuffs his cleaned-up cock into his underwear and it out the door.

I sit back down.

“Busy boy,” says the ginger cub.  “Now it’s your turn.”  He grabs the back padding off one of the chairs, detaches it and kneels on it.  He is very good.  (I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him online advertising his own gloryhole.)  He starts at the top, spending a lot of time there.  Eventually he licks down the shaft.  Then repeated deep throating, before he starts all over again.  And once more.

Now he does my balls, but they aren’t his thing.  He goes back with pleasure to my leaky piss slit.  But even his young and protected knees give out.  He straightens up and sighs “One of these days I’m gonna get that load.”  He tosses the chair-back onto the seat—and leaves the room.

I am alone now with a white bearded cocksucker who views me only as competition.  (He did another guy while I was having my first blow job.)  Now he sits and scowls at his phone.  Or at me.

I stroke.

The door soon opens.  A tall guy, in his late 30’s enters.  He comes in and sits next to me.  He unzips, but doesn’t take out his cock.  He can’t stop looking at my cock.

“Do you mind if I touch it?”

“Not at all.”

He grasps it firmly.  I ask him to ease up.  He does, instantly.

“That’s amazing.”  He strokes it.  Lightly.  Then he gets up and moves to the left side of my chair.  He bends to play with my dick—but his unzipped trousers and the hard cock within are right by my cheek.  He plays with my dick—and a moment later I touch his.  He instantly takes it out and sticks it in my mouth.  He occasionally touches me, but now it’s all about my sucking.

He notices White Beard glaring at us.  My new conquest moves around the corner out of sight of the spectator.  I follow and kneel in front of him.  His pants are around his ankles now and his respectable 6.5 cock is dripping.  As I suck, he tells me he’s straight.  That lots of girls have told him he has a big dick, but he’s never seen a man my size in person.  I don’t know if I believe him, but he has not made any move on my cock again.

Soon, I have him very close.  “You swallow?” he grunts out.

I nod.

He empties his balls into my mouth.  The third load of the night.

He leaves.  I go back to my seat and ignore the glares of White Beard.

I stroke.

A Black guy, likely late 30’s, comes in.  He looks at both screens before he decides to sit on the side wall so he can watch both.  He’s in his work clothes.  But soon he pulls out a thick, curved cock.  Yup, I thought I’d had him before—and the cock confirms it.  I wait awhile before I give him the head nod.  He nods back, enthusiastically. 

I stand up and go over.  Literally, behind me White Beard snorts in disgust and stomps out of the room.

I kneel and take his cock into my mouth.  It’s a dick that just keeps growing.  I have to be careful of my teeth with the curve.  Just as I think he’s about to shoot, his dick wilts.  I work on him until it’s hard again (including lots of ball licking as he jerks it) but now my knees are screaming. 

“I need to sit down,” I tell him, reluctantly letting go of his cock.  The moment I stand up he leans forward and swallows me down.  Whoa—I hadn’t remembered that about him.  He sucks my cock with everything he’s got.  I stand until he pulls off me to catch his breath and I sit next to him.  His cock is rock hard again—and he stands up, feeding it to me.

“Swallow my nut, Daddy.  I know you want it as much as I want to give it to you…”

He begins to fuck my face.  

“Here it comes…Fuck!  Take it!!”

His cock swells and he begins cumming.  It doesn’t spurt—it just oozes. But it’s the biggest of the four loads tonight.  He moans.  He let’s me clean him up until he can’t stand it.  He shakes the last drop off his dick and it lands on my nose.

I laugh.

He grins.

And we sit a moment, both quite sated and talk…

Halloween Night: The Straight Couple

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

Work did not allow me to play for an entire week.  At first, I was fine.  Four days in I was trying not to be irritable.  By day six, I was really in need.  (And not once did I think I should just jerk off.) 

At last, the work project was completed and I had a full day off until the next one began. It was Halloween.  I knew I wanted to be anywhere but home for the young goblins about to roam the streets.  I wanted to go to Lansing, to the sex venue there, but it would mean a late night and I would not get enough sleep to deal with my meetings on Sunday.  I opted for staying close to home—and it worked out perfectly…

 

I pay my admission and am buzzed in.  Five men are scattered around the room.  Only one has his phone out.  I sit in my favorite chair and unzip my pants.  My cock erects the moment it is out of the jock.

I stroke it.  Languidly. 

It takes maybe two minutes before a man my age (a regular here) comes over and asks to suck it.

“Please.”

The man kneels and swallows me down.  He’s excellent—and I knew, from experience, that he would be.  He works the head, the shaft and my balls.  As horned as I am, I am not even close to shooting before his knees get tired and he stands up.  He promises more later—and I nod.

I look around the room.  All the guys, but the man on his phone, now have their dicks out.  I smile, wondering who I will play with next.

I stroke.

They stroke.

There is a guy in early 50’s I don’t recognize.  He has a thick dick, and it seems to be uncut—though hard to tell in this light.  I watch the screen, but every few minutes I look over at him.  But we never quite make eye contact.

The door opens.  A straight couple walks in.   The man is in early 40’s with a short beard.  He has a thin, wiry body and he uses a walking cane.  She is slightly younger.  Her dark blond hair looks like she’s just had a hard fuck session before they came.  She is in jeans with a white blouse and a denim vest.  He chooses to sit in the chairs near the entry door—and on the same wall as the straight screen.  They can only see the gay screen from where they sit.  In moments, he whispers something to her.  She stands and removes all her clothing.  He takes out his dick.  The moment she is naked, she kneels and begins sucking his cock.

Everyone else watches.

She changes position.  She is now standing and leaning down to suck him. Her ass is pointed directly at me.  I can’t see the man, but I have learned not to make a move until I’m given permission.

She comes up for air.  She walks to one of the side chairs.  She sits looking at me and playing with herself.  I look at the guy who is still jerking.  We catch each other’s gaze and he nods.  I get up and go over, thinking my tongue will replace her hand.  As I near her, she stands up and bends over, sticking her ass in my direction.

I still go to me knees.   My tongue finds her juice pussy.  She gasps.  I stay there a moment, but the position is awkward. 

“Fuck me,” she moans.

“Condom?”  I am already reaching into my pocket.

“Hell no!”

I stand up and slip inside her.  Raw.  She gasps.  I’m thicker than I looked across the room.  I build to a hard in and out. 

“Fuck, yes!” she gasps.

I keep going.  Hard and fast.  I pull out.  She spins and sucks my dick for the first time.  She good—nary a tooth. 

I look at her as she comes up for air.  “You should suck your man as I fuck you.”

“Please…”  She leads the way.  “He wants me to suck you as I he fucks me.”

“Good man,” the guy says with a grin.

She bends and takes him into her mouth.  I re-enter her from behind.  She loves being sandwiched between us as I fuck.  I find her clit and rub it.  Her moans fill the room.

When we break, I am pleased to see the other guys having sex.  One man is being blown by another.  A second pair is fucking near the gay screen.

I sit in the chair next to the man.  She goes to her knees and sucks me properly as her man talks to me.

“I had a spinal injury.  I can still get hard with the big blue pill, but it’s really hard for me to fuck her properly.”  At this moment, she switches from sucking me to sucking her man.  “We talked—and we both agreed she should get fucked by anyone I choose for her.”

“Nice.  And thank you.”

“Go back to him, babe.  I want to watch your mouth take every inch of him.”

He continues talking about where they play and then lamenting the other men are taking care of each other and not using her. 

I am ready to fuck again.  I tell her so.  She stands and bends to suck the guy and I stand up and slide in.  It is a more intense fuck this time.  The guy reaches up and finds my fingers on her clit.  He reaches down and strokes her puffy pussy lips.  Once his hand touches my balls as they slap against her.  Neither of us are bothered—he doesn’t make it a thing and I certainly don’t mind at all.

I pull out.

“I really want to eat your pussy,” I tell her.  She is so damn wet, I can’t wait.  She sits next to her man, her knees up on the arms of the chair—opening her wide.  I lick everywhere as she moans.  He holds onto her arm with one hand and strokes himself with the other as he watches me pleasuring his partner.

I rock back on my heels, catching my breath.  His next words are very soft.  “We both want you to cum in her.”  I look at him and he nods.  I look at her and she whispers “Please…”

I stay on my knees and fuck her for a moment in this splayed position.  Then I suggest she gets on her knees on the chair.

“That’s right,” says the guy.  “Keep your mind on him and don’t worry about my dick.”

I enter her.  She gasps.  My cock is engorged and ready.  I haven’t cum inside a woman since college.  I build the speed fast.  She is the wettest she’s been all night.  The sound of our fucking fills the small room.

“Fill her up,” he pants, jerking harder.

I stop for a moment, kneel and plant my face in her wetness.  I lick for a moment—and I know I’m there.  I stand up, fucking into her at the fastest pace of the night.  Her head is thumping into the faux leather back of the chair.

“Breed my baby!” says the man

And I do.  I shudder and the first rope of cum fires into her.  And another and another.  I pull out slowly.  She moans.

“Stay there,” I tell her.

Her man watches me kneel.  I tenderly lick around her swollen lips.  I dip into her pussy and taste my load.  She moans…and moans…

“That’s fucking hot,” her man whispers, knowing just what I’m doing.

And he’s not wrong…

From Odd to Outstanding

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Another First for Jaylen

 My Playroom—October, 2026

 

Jaylen came back to the playroom towards the end of the month.  As he stripped down, carefully folding his clothes and putting them on the chair, he asked me if we could video a few moments of me fucking him for his personal enjoyment.  I agreed, but asked him to remind me as I usually get too wrapped up in what we are doing to remember.

I ditched my robe and sat on the flattened fuck bench.  Jaylen was down to a thin pair of backless underwear.  He straightened up and swung his long hair behind him.  He walked over and knelt in front of me…

 

“Suck my dick good and hard for your ass.”

He leans in and takes me into his mouth.  His skills as a cocksucker have always been fine, but today it feels like he has taken a big step forward.  I moan and let him work my shaft and head.  He saves a deep throating until I am rampant.

I lean back on the bench.  I take my wet cock in my hand and instruct Jaylen to lick my balls.  He loves doing it—or a least being told to do so.  His tongue is all over the big sack as I stroke my cock.  Finally, I surprise him by standing up and fucking his face.  Hard.  He gasps for air, but takes it.

“Up on the bench.  I need to eat your ass.”

I get up and let him get in place.  I kneel.  His ass is so full.  I love pulling his cheeks apart so I can really get my tongue into him.  He groans.  I lick and drill into his ass.  His hole opens—eager for more.  I change to licking up and down his long, almost hairless, crack.  Then it’s back to his hole.  I can’t seem to stop.  I love that I am making him make all sorts of sounds of arousal.  I can see he’s watching me in the mirror, but other times his eyes are closed as he revels in the feel of my tongue.

I make myself stand up.  My cock is awash with coconut oil.  I guide it into his wet hole.  His hole is still a tight fit for my girthy dick—and it feels wonderful.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Jaylen moans.  His eyes are now on the mirror in front of him.  He wants to see me towering above him and using his ass.  I speed up the drilling.

I pull out and let him suck my cock again.  This young man has learned to love ATM.  He didn’t mind it at first—and now he craves it.  I am happy to oblige.  On the way back to his ass, I grab his phone off the television stand.  He opens the camera and flips to video.  He holds it under himself so I don’t have to worry about it.  I slap my cock on his wet hole and push inside him.  I fuck him slowly, so he can see every inch going all the way into him.  I bottom out, hold for a moment and then begin a slow fuck.  I build it fast.  Soon I am slamming into his upturned ass.  Eventually he clicks the phone off—and just concentrates on taking my dick.

We move to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  The phone is still in his hand.  Jaylen suggests I put it on the floor.  I take it from him once it’s running.  I set it on the mat.  It is in the perfect place to watch my hard dick push into him.  I fuck him hard.  When I pull out, I pick up the phone.  I do a third video with me holding it from above.  I fuck him, moving the camera so it captures a number of angles.

I hand him his phone.  He shuts it down and I toss it on the bed.  I fuck him hard—now just concentrating on his ass…

My cock takes a break as I grab the Spades.  It is the perfect toy for his beginner hole.  He takes the first three mini-butt plugs easily.  He loves the pull out.  I insert it again.  I stop at three—but he encourages me to try one more.  It fits.  Just.  I do a slow pull out as he groans and gropes himself.

I fuck him.

I get the Seahorse—a toy that seemingly everyone can take to varying degrees.  Jaylen takes two thirds of the curved shaft.  He enjoys my alternating the curve of the toy either up or down.

I fuck him once more.

The last toy is the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  He’s taken it before, but the thick head is a challenge for him.  I add my cock.  I pummel the toy deeper and deeper into his gut.

We take a break.  I set up the rimseat.  Jaylen is eager—he was once apprehensive of it, but now loves how deep my tongue can get into him when he takes the seat.  I lie down on the mat.  He sits.  His ass fills the seat.  I have to be careful of how I breathe—and I love that.  I tongue fuck his used hole.  The coconut oil and my precum are a great mixture.

Jaylen stands up.  He remembers the drill—he sits on my cock and bounces.  He loves to have control for a moment.  He rides me for a long time and then brings his ass back to my face.  The fucking has made his ass juice up.  He moans as my tongue hungrily pokes into him.  I moan with the constant drip of our sex juices hit my tongue.

Finally, I tap his thighs to get him to stand.  I have him kneel again on the bench.  I really need to fuck that ass that has almost cut off my air.  I am rock hard—and I fuck him furiously.

We move back to the sling.  Jaylen’s cock is hard as I eat out his hole once more.  Soon, I stand up and fuck him.  I feel that I could piss.  I pull out and cover his hole with my pale piss, with an occasional splash on his balls.

His cock fully erects.  Jaylen begins making incoherent noises as I lick off the piss.  He begins jerking as my tongue licks up the pale-yellow liquid off his balls sack. I stand and begin fucking him. 

Jaylen’s hand moves faster.

I pick up the fucking.

It’s a race to see who will get off first.

I win.  By a millisecond.

I love shooting deep in his hole—as his ass contorts with his own orgasm…

*

“That’s a first,” he tells me as I hand him a towel.  “I have always wondered about piss…and from your cock…well, I loved it.”

Music to my ears.

I can’t wait to get him really wet on his next visit.