I am barely awake.
I drove home from the Fornication Party last night. It was great.
Details in about 10 days…
I found this picture in my download file. I had labeled it simple “Inspiration.” I don’t think I do enough with restraints…I’ll
work on it.
I hope to be back tomorrow.
*
As of 10/15/2024:
Now, it looks like Wednesday before I have time to write. Enjoy the view above...
Grand Rapids—September, 2024
I was having more sex the very next
day. I had agreed to meet Osvaldo at the
all gender party held at the nearest bathhouse.
The last one, in August, had been
fun, but not great (and not that well attended.) I wondered what another, just a month later,
would bring…
I get to town at 8pm, the start time of the party. I ditch my clothes in my locker and head to
the play area upstairs. Osvaldo is here ahead of me. He is on his knees in front of a naked bear
of a man. I nod to him and go find some
porn to watch so he can finish up with the guy.
There is an empty chair near the sling, and some decent porn. I pull out my cock and get it ready for
him. Other men pass, but no one seems to
want to suck me. The sexual energy of
the place feels very low right now.
Soon enough, Osvaldo finds me, all smiles. He goes to his knees and sucks, wiggling his plump
ass at the man who stops to watch the action.
Once I’m hard, I suggest he gets up on the fuck bench that is opposite
the sling. He does.
I spend a long time eating out his ass. It is warm and wet, still pristine from the
shower. I stand up, smear some precum on
his slightly open pucker with the head of my cock. I go back to my knees to eat him some more.
“Fuck me, Papi!” he moans.
The guy who has been watching us makes no move to
Osvaldo’s mouth, but now sits in the chair I vacated. He gropes his crotch through his towel. I finally stand up and slide in. It’s always an easy entry into Osvaldo. He moans and tells me how much he’s missed my
dick. I pick up the tempo of my fuck to
give him just what he wants.
“That’s it!
Fuck my ass harder!!”
I do. Another man comes around the corner. His face
registers disgust. (For what? That we are actually having sex in a bathhouse?) I fuck him harder. I suggest to our audience member that he let
Osvaldo suck him as I fuck. But he does
not move. So, I pull out and let Osvaldo
hungrily clean my cock before fucking him a second time.
We pause.
I send Osvaldo to the medical table on the opposite
side of the room, while I go back to my locker for my water bottle. When I join him, a white man of 30-something has
him bent over the table and is giving him a jack rabbit fucking. The guy is hairy, everywhere except his
head. He slams into him one last time
and pulls out a dripping cock with a pronounced upward curve. Osvaldo spins around and cleans him up. He nods to me, but doesn’t take off. He watches me kneel and lick out Osvaldo’s
ass. The guy has loaded him. I felch—and stand up, rampant, to fuck. The bald guy’s dick has not gone down. He strokes as I fuck in his cum. The cum in Osvaldo doesn’t froth with my
fucking, but it’s just enough for a great ride.
I pause, lick him out again—and ask the rampant bald
guy if he’d like another turn. He
does. He fucks him hard and fast once
again. And shoots some more cum into Osvaldo. This time I clean his cock. I fuck in his load…and this time it covers my
dick. Osvaldo savors the clean-up…
*
We can’t find anyone else to fuck him. There are a dozen Black men milling about. From snippets of conversations I hear, they
all seem to be waiting to see if any women arrive. (There are at least two sets of male/female couples
here, up in the event area, playing get-to-know-you games.) Osvaldo wants to film—so we go to his
room. He sucks me on the narrow bed with
the phone angled above us. I fuck him on
film. In every position. This is my least favorite time, anytime we
meet, but it is his major fetish. We end
up with him riding me, his phone bouncing on the bed as much as he is.
We go up to the sling.
Usually, we get some onlookers.
Tonight, men meander by and don’t linger for any length of time. I eat his hole, fuck it repeatedly and eat
him out some more.
Osvaldo and I take a break from each other. He goes off to look for cock. I wander.
I find an attractive younger white man in the downstairs lounge. He is jerking, indifferently, to the porn
there. He allows me to suck his cock for
a moment—but then people arrive and he tells me to stop.
A very large white woman comes in, escorted by two
young Black men. A crowd of almost the
entire population of the bathhouse follows them in—perhaps eighteen men. One of the black men fucks her on a mattress that
is on the floor—while the other man works a dildo into the ass of the guy who
is doing the fucking. They stop before
the guy in the middle shoots. The crowd
disperses…
*
I find Osvaldo.
If he’s had any luck, he doesn’t tell me. But I am ready to get out of this crowd with
such an odd sexual energy. We go back to
the sling. Once Osvaldo is in, I eat his
hole for the gazillionth time that night.
“Fuck me,” he moans.
I stand up and slide in. I don’t think anyone has been in his ass
since I was there. My dick is dripping,
thinking about loading him.
“Will you piss in me, too?”
I nod. I have
been swilling a lot of water tonight. I
pull out of him, eat his hole once more.
As I stand up, the hot young man, who I had in my mouth earlier, comes
in. He watches, stroking.
“Do you want a turn?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
But I do like an audience. I fuck
Osvaldo harder. And harder. He’s groaning, telling me how good it
feels. How I’m the best top. How he can’t wait for my cum and piss.
“Say that again.”
“I want your cum inside me, Papi. Please…”
That does it. I
let go a quick volley of cum inside him.
He has to feel my expanding cock head with each spurt. I hold still.
He grinds down on my cock.
“Don’t clamp down…” I whisper.
He eases up…and the piss begins to flow. I can’t stop.
More and more. I don’t think I
have ever given him such a gut full. I
love the expression of awe/disgust on our onlooker’s face. Still inside Osvaldo, my boot finds my towel
and pulls it under the sling in case any piss leaks as I pull out.
I slip my cock out of him. Ever the pro, Osvaldo keeps it all inside
him. He races off to the shower, with
his phone, to fill the geyser that will erupt out of his ass…
*
I wish I could share more of his pictures, but almost
all of them have his face in them—as do the countless videos of him being fucked
or squirting out a waterfall of my piss…
Osvaldo had a great time after I left. Three of those horny Black men, who were
waiting for women who never appeared, used his ass instead. All shot in in him.
If we do this again, I know we’ll meet later in the
evening.
Near Home—September, 2024
The night of my afternoon play date with
GaryM I got a message. Braydon, the
cubbish cum pig, was available Friday afternoon. Did I want to play? Yes. But
then we couldn’t decide if we wanted to use the playroom (which he loved) or be
at the bookstore for the chance to incorporate other men in our scene. The lure of additional cock using him proved
the strongest…
I arrive fifteen minutes before our appointed
time. The parking lot holds a few cars,
but not as many as usual for a Friday. I
go in. There are four men in the
room. And Braydon is one of them. He is on his knees, sucking the cock of the
bearish guy with a shaved head who helped use him last time. They are in the corner by the gay screen, out
of sight of the other two men. I sit
next to them and unzip. Braydon looks
up, nods and continues sucking the thick dick in front of him. I watch and stroke, patiently waiting my
turn.
Shaved Head pats him on the shoulder. He’s ready to fuck. Braydon gets up and pull out a chair into the
middle of the of the room. He kneels on
it, presenting his hairy ass to Shaved Head.
I stand up and am ready to feed him.
Shaved Head moves in. He can’t
seem to find Braydon’s hole. SH’s cock
wilts in the repeated attempts.
“You fuck him,” he hisses as he comes around the man
on the chair to get more attention from his mouth. I move.
I push right into him, not bothering to rim. I can see that Shaved Head needs some visual
stimulation. Braydon gasps around the
dick in his mouth as my cock invades his ass.
He feels great. Wet and
ready. I fuck. My strokes are strong enough to push him a
little forward—deeper on the man in his mouth.
This seems to do the trick.
Shaved Head is soon ready to fuck.
We change places.
The other two men in the room, hear the sex happening
and move to where they can watch us.
Shaved Head plows into Braydon. He is fucking him hard. With intent to shoot.
“Give him what he wants,” I tell him, my voice low and
coaxing. “He really wants your cum.”
Shaved Head nods.
I pull out and slap my dick on Braydon’s cheek. Shaved Head increases his speed. He is really going for it. “So close,” he
grunts out.
And in moments, as I stick my dick back in Braydon’s
mouth, Shaved Head empties his balls into Braydon’s welcoming ass. He bucks into him half a dozen times. He stays in place for a moment, then pulls
out. I move around. Shaved Head catches a drip of his cum and pushes
it back into Braydon. He moves to let
Braydon clean his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck your cum deeper,” I announce. The two men watching unzip their flies and
now openly stroke. I push into Braydon’s
wet ass. I love the feel of the warm
semen on my dick. I fuck him hard. Shaved Head can barely stand being in his
mouth after he’s shot. He gets dressed in
a hurry and leaves. I pull out and bring
my cum coated cock to Braydon’s mouth.
He cleans me up, hungry to taste the second hand jizz. I let him get every drop before I go back to
fuck him another time.
Braydon motions to the other two men, hoping they want
some oral.
“His mouth is available,” I chime in, but they don’t
make a move. I fuck him a little harder
this time. Then, I go to my knees and
felch a little. There’s not a lot of cum
left, but it’s the idea that is the turn on.
I rim and swallow and moan almost as much as Braydon is now doing. I finally stand up, fuck him once more and
have him clean my cock.
I let him get off his knees. He goes to both men, asking if they need assistance. They just want to watch us…
I sit, pulling my pants to my ankles. I put my feet up on the fuck chair in front
of me. Braydon instantly knows what I’m
doing. He crawls under my outstretched
legs. I hunker down a little and my ass
is exposed, ready for his tongue. He groans
in the back of his throat in anticipation.
And dives in. He loves to rim
now. It has gone from experimentation to
becoming something he really craves. His
tongue pokes and prods and licks, leaving my hairy crack sopping wet.
I mutter encouragement and moan myself when he digs
in. I stroke my drooling dick. He comes up and licks my balls for a long
moment. Then it’s back to my crack and
hole. He finally comes up for air. He sees the bead of precum and licks my cock
clean.
“I want to fuck you again.”
He crawls out from under my outstretched legs so I can
stand up. He gets on the chair once more,
his head facing the rest of the room, so his mouth is easily available. I lick his crack. And fuck.
The two men watch us and stroke.
The door opens.
A man in his early 60’s with long, shoulder length hair and an Air Force
cap comes in. He sees us. He stands in front of Braydon, and immediately
unzips. He looks to me. “Let him suck you,” I tell him. “Both his holes are looking for cum.”
This makes his just above average dick harden up completely. He feeds Braydon.
“He loves dick at both ends,” I murmur. “You want his ass, too?”
“Fuck, yes.”
We stay where we are.
I fuck a little harder, knowing a third cock will soon be in his ass. The guy is eager. He fucks Braydon’s mouth in time with me.
“Let’s change.”
He is eager. He
is short—so he has to stand on his toes to get into Braydon. But he does.
And groans. “He’s really wet.”
“Always…”
I move to Braydon’s head and let him fuck me. Soon Air Force is fucking him so hard, I pull
out so Braydon can concentrate on the anal assault. I walk around and watch the man’s cock jack
hammer into the ass in front of him.
“He takes loads?” Air Force grunts out.
“Absolutely.
Why we’re here.”
He picks up his tempo.
“I’m gonna…”
“Do it!”
And he does. He
erupts. Air Force spasms and
shakes. He forgets to stand on his toes
and goes to his feet, abruptly pulling out of Braydon. I go to my knees and clean his cock. He can’t believe it. He loves that I am doing it. When
he is free of jizz, I lean into Braydon’s dripping butt. He watches, with real passion, as I lick up
his seed dripping out of Braydon.
I stand up. I
can’t help grinning. It’s a great
moment. Air Force slaps Braydon’s ass
and takes off. I fuck him briefly,
fucking all that cum deeper.
I sit down.
Braydon gives his knees a rest.
One of the voyeurs goes to the rest room. The other, now alone, tells Braydon to suck
his dick. He does. And gets rewarded, just as the other man
returns. He sits down—and the moment the
spent man leaves—offers Braydon his cock and cum, too. Braydon willingly takes it, making quick work
of the second man.
“I should fuck you again.”
Braydon nods.
He has saved some of the second load in his mouth. He coats my cock with it. I fuck it into him. The fresh jizz is great. I fuck him harder and harder. I know I’m close. We
usually play a lot longer, but it feels so good with three loads in his ass
that I can’t help but add the fourth.
I tell him how hot his ass feels. The words do it. I am there.
I slam into him and hold it in place as my balls unload everything they’ve
got…
My Playroom—September, 2024
It took a while for our schedules to mesh,
but on the last Wednesday of the month, frequent commentor (and occasional post
contributor to this blog) GaryM, returned to the playroom. He arrived right at our appointed hour. We hugged and went right down to the
playroom.
GaryM had brought
toys. He began unpacking. There were two huge dildoes, one in gray and
one in black, and a flexible shaft with a handle. Those three he gave me, saying he’d rather
read about them used on others then to use them on himself. (I am sure they will appear as an Equipment
Close-up at some point—but it will take the right ass for them to be used. Jake, are you reading this???)
He also brought one he wanted
me to use one him. It was The Chute from
Topped Toys.
We left it on the bed as GaryM, now stripped to a jockstrap, knelt in front of me as I sat on the fuck bench, my legs spread wide…
He inhales the aroma from
my stained jock. He tongues it a little, but my cock is growing
fast enough that he peels back the pouch and begins licking the head of my
dick. I watch it vanish into his mouth. He tongues it, probing it for pre-cum. Soon, he swallows most of the shaft. He holds it for a moment, then comes up
panting for air.
He does it all again,
before I suggest he get up on the bench.
I want my tongue in his hole.
He climbs on and then pulls
his knees up towards the mirror, lowering his ass to the perfect height. I lean in and get my first taste of his
hole. My tongue begins to work him
open. I lube myself with the coconut oil
he has brought. His hole stays
stubbornly tight. I use a lubed finger
to help. Finally, I stand up and work my
dick into him. His hole fights me a
little—but my cock is victorious as it pushes into him. GaryM groans.
I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out.
GaryM groans again. His eyes are on the side mirror, watching my cock
begin to pick up speed. My hips are soon
slapping onto his ass cheeks with a delightfully wet sound. I slow and pull out.
“Let me taste it,” he begs.
I bring my cock to his
mouth. He slurps loudly as he cleans me
up—loving the mix of the coconut oil, his natural ass lube and my precum. He takes me to the root, then pulls back and
spits on my cock head. I use his spit
for round two of fucking. He’s still
tight, but I can get back in much easier than the first round. I let him lick my cock of his juices after
the second fuck, as well.
We move to the
sling. I get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel and eat out his fucked hole. My tongue baths his ravage ass lips, hoping I
can relax them a little more. Soon
enough, I am standing back up and drilling my coconut oil covered cock into
him. He tries to watch the fuck in the
mirror, but it’s too much—I watch his eyes roll up into the back of his head in
pleasure. He comes back to earth when I
pull out. I let him clean me here, too,
though it’s never as easy in the sling.
But he cranes his head around to get the job done.
I want to open him up a
little more. I try the speculum, but his
hole is tight enough, it is not going to go into him comfortably. Instead, I use the smallest butt plug. That does the trick for the moment—I get into
him more easily for the next fuck round.
I reach for the reliable egg
headed dildo with the small ribbed shaft.
I grease it up. His hole takes it. Eventually. I pull the end of it down, then to the sides,
seeing if I can get his hole to loosen up a little. It has always been a good toy to add my cock
with it. But not today. GaryM actually winces as I try.
I go to the bed and
grease up the Chute. Maybe since it’s a
familiar toy for him, it goes in easily.
I work it in and out. I slide a
greased finger into the chute of the Chute. GaryM likes that. I try two—that works, as well. I stand up and add my greased-up cock. It’s a tight fit with my thickness, but I
slide into him with the toy in place. He
loves the super full feeling of it—and the soft material of the toy combined
with human flesh. I fuck him. But it can’t last for long. I am soon all but pushed out of his hole.
“Let’s take a break so I
can eat your ass,” GaryM suggests.
I agree. I get up in the sling, giving him the mat for
rimseat to kneel on. I start with my
legs up on the chains. His tongue
connects first to my balls. He spends some
time there, but he can’t wait to get to my tight pucker. His tongue is all over it, before he begins
drilling into me. I take a hit of
poppers and relax.
The pleasure just keeps
coming. Finally, he pauses. I use the break to ask him to hand me the stirrups. I get one in place, at my knee, then fasten the
hook behind my head on the D ring of the sling.
Then the other leg. It raises my
ass slightly and certainly spreads what ass cheeks I have, giving him even easier
access. He dives in. I lose all track of time as he is making me
feel really good with just his lips and relentless tonguing.
I come back to reality, as
my legs are telling me they aren’t used to this position. I need a break. I unclip the stirrups. GaryM stands and helps me up. He sits rather heavily on the bed. We talk about his tight hole. He doesn’t know why it is behaving the way it
is. And I can tell he really isn’t
feeling his normal self. He makes the decision
we should stop…
*
I felt badly for him—though
we’d played for an hour and twenty minutes.
He has such a long drive to get here—but it was the responsible thing to
do.
Here is link to the Chute
by Topped Toys. I am not sure which
number GaryM owns. The higher the
number, the bigger the girth.
Behind the Wheel of my Ford Focus—October, 2024
As this self publishes, I will be driving into central
Indiana to do a two-week gig there. Driving
always gives me time to think. I love to
mull over the unwritten posts, figuring out what made them even slightly different
from another. Making notes on a clip
board I keep handy.
I do have a few September adventures to write up and,
as of yesterday, two from October. Which
is a good thing as I am not sure I will have time to do much in that line while
in Indiana. However, I know I have one
day off and that will be spent at the Fornication Party being held in
Chicago. If all goes to plan, I will be
playing with some familiar porn names on next Sunday, once again. Keep your fingers crossed it all works out.
*
The first cock I ever sucked was my own. As I write this, I don’t know how I ever
thought to try. There certainly wasn’t
any kind of picture porn in the early 1970’s that I could get my hands on as an
adolescent. My dad did buy the first
edition of Oui magazine in 1972, the offshoot of Playboy, and there were two
naked men, not erect, in that issue. They
were the first I’d ever seen. I was
fascinated, finding it tucked under his bureau.
For I was on the lookout for sexual material that my
dad brought home, as I had found a fair amount as a kid and then more, as a
teen. David Reuben’s Everything You
Always Wanted to Know About Sex…was in his closet. I read the homosexual chapter and was
appalled. (Now I’m appalled at the mis-information
he spread in that chapter.)
But my dad had actual porn. Never pictures. He had novels. The first two I found, in a brown paper bag,
stashed in the barn, had luridly drawn covers of men and women getting ready to
jump into bed. The covers were barely pornographic,
published in the late 1960’s. And I was
too young to bother to read them—I just kept looking at the drawings. (I finally read one of them—and even at 13 I hated
that “His turgid member forced its way into her maidenly valley…” kind of writing.)
In the early 1970’s, the genre of books I managed to
find (under the front seat of his car, in the camper stored in the barn, in a wardrobe
down in our Michigan cellar) began to change.
They were bi-sexual. And I began
to read them. In another year, they were
gay—with covers that ripped off Tom of Finland in style. And now, at 13 or 14, I devoured those.
So likely, in one of those stories someone self-sucked. And I
wanted to try it.
I could not just sit there, lean over and
connect. Being really, really thin and
flexible got me close, but I couldn’t even lick the head.
I certainly tried rolling up on my back and pulling my ass/hips forward. Nope, not quite.
But going heels over my head, with my dick coming down at my open mouth, and with my head on a pillow—I could just get the glans into my mouth. I licked and licked.
It was reading one of his gay books, that gave me my first orgasm. I was sprawled on the couch on my stomach, fully clothed. My pelvis began grinding the cushion as I read -- and it happened. I was shocked. The feeling was overwhelming—I thought I’d given myself some sort of heart attack. I went right to Mr. Reuben and figured it out. It was a dry one—or the tiniest bit of wetness.
That changed fast.
Especially as I combined jerking until I was almost there, with rolling
up and over and finishing in my mouth. Easier
clean up, too—no holey sock needed to mop up the jizz.
I got out of the habit in high school. (I never touched another man until college.) Self-sucking was uncomfortable; even as bendy as I was,
it ground my vertebrae into my thin mattress.
I told my life partner all about this early on in our
30 years together. Of course he wanted
to see me do it. And at 21, I still
could. And suddenly he was eating my
exposed ass as I self-sucked. Bam! And it was suddenly back on the sexual menu
for a few more years…
And I never even attempted this one…
Near Home—September, 2024
I had no time or energy to play for a full
six days after the events of the last two posts. My work gig was getting in the way. But it was done by the weekend—and I was back
at the bookstore on that Monday. It was
a day I didn’t usually go…
As I pull into the parking lot, I see the male couple
who take turns sucking as much cock as they can. They are finishing lunch in their car. I wave and go in. They follow.
I sit and unzip. But I am not the
first cock on their menu. There is an
amazingly hot guy in his 30’s there. He
is sitting by the gay screen. I sit next
to him. He is bearded and covered in
tats. One hand is on his own cock and
his left is wrapped around the dick of a young man sitting on the other side of
him. I guess they may be a couple.
The bald one of the pair of cocksuckers makes a
beeline to the tatted guy. He goes to
his knees and replaces the guy’s hand with his mouth. Tatted Guy sighs. He sees my dick. He nods, eager to have it in his mouth. I stand up and oblige. He is not a great cocksucker, but I don’t
care. He’s eager and hot.
The bald partner makes way for his better half to take
a turn. Tatted Guy thinks, just like I
do, that the quiet one gives better head.
In fact, in moments, Tatted Guy stops sucking me and gives up his
load. I sit back down—but across from
the young men. Tatted Guy keeps trying
to stroke the other young man to full hardness.
It’s not happening.
Bald partner sucks my cock. As does his partner. They take a break back in parking lot after
they have both had a taste of me. Tatted
Guy finally convinces the other young man to stand up and let him suck
him. I watch. It’s more with his left hand than with his
mouth, but the cock in question is slowly hardening. Tatted Guy is also flogging his own spent
dick. As he guides the young man into
his mouth, his wanking hand makes a gesture towards me, inviting me to suck
him.
I get up and give him head. I get his soft cock halfway hard—which is likely
more about his youth than my skill. I mean,
he shot maybe twelve minutes ago. Tattec
Guy stops sucking on the young man, but keeps jerking the guy’s cock. As I come up for air, the young man drools
out a fraction of a load that Tatted Guy greedily licks off his fingers.
Tatted Guy nods to me, does up his pants, and takes
off. The young man sits down and looks
at the gay porn. So, they aren’t a
couple, I realize. The young man strokes
his spent dick.
The door opens.
A man of 40 or so enters, wearing aviator sunglasses. He sits along the wall farthest from me. The cocksucking couple follow him in. Aviator makes a show of moving the glasses up
to the top of his head and looks exclusively at the straight porn.
Minutes pass.
He likes what he’s seeing. The
guy unzips and pulls out a good-sized cock.
Bald Partner is right there. He
asks if he’d like assistance with his erection.
Aviator mumbles something, covering his dick with his hands. In seconds, he thinks better of it and
spreads his legs wide. He moves his
Aviator sunglasses back down on his face as Bald Partner begins to suck. The shyer partner comes over to watch. Bald Partner gives him a turn—and Aviator
gives him a very verbal load. All three
leave.
The young stroker gets up and pisses in the rest
room. He comes back and sits on my side,
with a chair between us. His cock is
still not hard, but he keeps going. We
chat a little. Suddenly he murmurs out a
very low key cum moan. He’s shot
again—with seemingly no ejaculate. He
smiles at me and takes off.
I am alone with the porn. Which is good, at least.
The door opens.
It’s the big beefy guy with the shaved head who loves to fuck Braydon,
the cum whore. He acknowledges me and
sits where the hot tatted guy started things.
He pulls out his phone. He
scrolls and scrolls.
The door opens again.
It’s the shaggy haired boy that used to insist we take
our sex to a closed booth. Well, no
more. He comes right over and sits next
to me, kneading his crotch.
“Suck me.” My
words sound louder than I mean them to.
He gets up and kneels between my legs. This interests the beefy guy opposite. He actually puts his phone away. The young man has always been good with his
mouth—and he is really working hard today.
He wants my cum.
Shaved Head unzips.
He begins to stroke to the sex happening across from him.
“Get my balls.”
The young man pulls off my cock and begins licking the
hairy sack. Shaved Head comes over to
get a better view. He jerks his short,
but thick cock as he watches the young man raise my nuts and begin to tongue
under them.
“Suck those balls,” he hisses, before waving his thick
dick in my face. I lean forward and suck
him.
Years ago, this would have been a total deal breaker
for the young man on his knees. Now he
is turned on by seeing a hard cock in my mouth.
He grabs his own cock through the fabric of his pants and manhandles it
through the khaki. With my free hand I
guide him back up to my cock. He takes
me to the root as the guy in my mouth groans.
I pull off his cock.
“Suck him.” I tell the young
man. “I want to see your mouth on his
dick.”
He hesitates for just a fraction of a second before he
straightens up so his mouth is in line to take him in. He swallows him down. I watch, stroking my wet cock. He has left it sopping.
“Take his dick,” I mumble.
I lean forward and lick the man’s balls, but it’s
awkward, so I stop—but keep on jerking myself.
“Aw….fuck…” Shaved Head groans. “I’m gonna…”
He is shooting his load before he can finish the
sentence. The young man swallows it all
down. Hungrily. The guy lets him get every drop out of his
piss slit before he pulls out.
“Stay on your knees,” I bark.
Near Home—September, 2024
The post today is slightly different. It is not something I experienced, but a
scene I watched play out during the trip to the bookstore that I detailed in
the last post—where the fun cocksucker was working the room. If you haven’t read it, you should read it before this one.
The fun cocksucker has just gone down on me. My attention is on him. I am watching the back of his head move on
me. But eventually, I scope out the
room. Across from me is a man I’d place
at a little older than me. Even sitting,
he looks tall, with lots of leg sprawl.
His skin tone is Mediterranean. The
once black hair has streaks of white in it, as does his beard. His nose is prominent. There is a bulge in his designer jeans that
he kneads occasionally.
Near him is man of around 50, who looks like he came
directly from his job at the bank, leaving his suit coat and tie in the car. The dome of his head is shiny; the fringe of
hair that’s left is cut neatly. He is wearing
suit pants and highly shined oxfords. His
hands are folded across his lap as he watches the gay porn.
My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my
balls. I sigh and tell him how much I
like that.
The Latino begins fucking the Talker as the Talker
sucks The Voyeur. The Banker does not
want to be near this. He comes over and
sits next to me. He watches the gay
porn, to his left, and not me and my cocksucker to his right. He is giving off a vibe that the porn is
great, but the actual sex happening in the room is distasteful. As
soon as he seems settled, the Greek moves, too.
He sits in the row of chairs across from us, and right next to the
screen—what should be in the line of vision of the Banker. But the Banker only looks at the screen. Always.
We take a break.
The cocksucker is now getting his cock sucked and I am enjoying the porn
and the live show.
The Greek stands up.
He unzips. He takes out his
cock. It is thick and uncut, but not particularly
long. It gets hard the moment it is free
of clothing. He stands for a moment
touching himself, before sitting down again.
The Banker has to have seen this with his peripheral vision, but does
not acknowledge it. The Greek lazily
jerks his cock.
My cocksucker is back on me.
The Greek stands up again. He moves across so he is at the end of our
row of seats. There is space there to
lean against the same wall that the screen is on. He does and begins to jerk his big dick a
little faster. The Banker’s eyes never
waver from the screen.
When the good cocksucker takes another break, I go and
lick the Voyeur’s balls. He is sitting across
from me. I spend some quality time with
his fragrant nuts. I hear chairs squeak
as they are moved around, but continue licking.
When I come up for air, I see the Greek has moved a chair so it is
against the wall where he had been standing.
He is now maybe two feet from the Banker’s seat. His angry dick is pointed right at the man
who is actively ignoring him.
The Voyeur leaves.
I stay there and watch both films (and the good cocksucker being sucked
by the guy who does guys just once.) I
can’t keep my eyes off the two men across from me. As I watch, the Greek steps in. He’s now a foot away. The hand jerking his cock is no more than eight
inches from the Banker’s ear. He is
ignored.
I watch the videos.
And the guys being sucked. And
the Banker. The Greek steps in
again. His wet cock is placed on cheek
of the man in the suit pants. The Banker
freezes. He closes his eyes. He is facing straight ahead, not at the
screen. His face is totally inscrutable.
I stop watching the porn altogether. The Greek stands stock still. No thrusting, no jerking, just his very hard
cock resting there, oozing precum. The
Banker finally opens his eyes. He sees
me looking at him. He closes them again.
A long moment.
The eyes open and his head turns.
Just enough to take that thick cock into his mouth. He closes his eyes again. The Greek begins the slowest thrusting into
his face I have ever seen. Barely
moving. But definitely sawing that penis
back and forth. All the while the Banker
keeps his hands in his lap. His pants
never mound. He just takes the cock. Over the over.
The Greek reaches out.
His hand finds the back of the man’s head. He holds him there as he orgasms. The Banker doesn’t really struggle, but he
couldn’t pull off even if he wanted to.
The Greek adds a second hand, holding him in place. Making the Banker swallow his load.
I can’t stop watching them. The Greek pulls out of the Banker’s
mouth. He wipes the tip of his cock
across the man’s cheek and leaves the room.
The Banker sits. Staring at the
porn. But I don’t think he is seeing it. His face is once again a mask. Happy?
Satisfied? Disgusted? I can’t tell.
In about three minutes he gets up and locks himself in the restroom…
*
So many questions. Did they know each other before this? Maybe they met online and agreed to this scene? Or did the Greek really sus out the room
correctly and find the guy who would give him what he wanted after a mental
struggle?
Any number of men there would have sucked the
Greek willingly. Who he ignored.
Once again, I find how we have sex
endlessly fascinating…
