A Surprise for Keith

My Playroom—September, 2024

I was pleased to get a text from Keith.  He is so damn good looking.  (Over six feet tall, with his hair tightly cropped and lots of work at the gym, maintaining his 50+ body.)  He wanted to come to the playroom and be used hard.  We talked dates and settled on the last Sunday of the month.  He couldn’t get there until the evening.  I napped during the afternoon, wanting to be at my best for him, as it was later than I usually play anymore.

He arrived right on time.  It had been a hot day—and Keith was in shorts and a tight tee.  He looked great.  We hugged.  I could feel that his dick was semi-hard as it pressed into my cock, supported by my current grungy jockstrap.  He went off to the bathroom to make sure everything was still good after his car trip.  I went down to the playroom and turned on the porn.

In moments, Keith was there.  He stripped down to socks and a jock, as the cement floor was cool.

“Let me suck that cock,” he said, grinning…

 

I lay down on the bed, my legs splayed.  Keith kneels between my legs.  He is a great sucker—and knows what I like.  He starts on my balls, getting them really wet.  His tongue is constantly moving over the hairy sacks.  Slowly he works up the shaft.  He avoids taking the drooling head into his mouth.  He licks and licks…and suddenly he is sucking, taking me to the root.  He does it over and over.

“Have I ever done my mint trick with you?”

I shake my head.  He gets up and pops two hard candy mints into his mouth.  He settles back between my legs and starts sucking me.  At first, I can’t feel anything.  And then the tingle starts.  It is a nice change. My piss slit is alive—in a very pleasant way.

“I sometimes use more in my mouth, but that can get pretty intense.”

He sucks me until they are totally dissolved.  When I no longer feel them, we move to the sling.  I eat his ass.  I have some tricks of my own.  I take a sip of my hot tea and lick him out.  He groans.  I do it again.

“Hot…” he mumbles.

So, I take a sip of cool water and force my now colder tongue into him.  I hear him jerk his cock above me.  I stop the temperature play and just dig into his delicious ass.  In moments, I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times over the next two hours.  I fuck him hard.  I remember that he likes my hand on his throat.  I clamp down and deprive him of air for a moment.  I relax it and he gasps in pleasure.

I pull out and bring my we cock to his mouth.  He cranes around tastes his ass on my dick.  I go back and push into his butt once more.  I fuck him just as hard—this time three fingers are in his mouth and throat.  He loves this just as much.  He chokes slightly as I withdraw them.

“Let me rim your ass,” he pleads.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  We switch places.  My legs go up on the chains.  He kneels and inhales.  “I love your scent,” he whispers.  His tongue finds my pucker and he begins to lick.  I close my eyes.  I let him do whatever he wants with his tongue all over my perineum, balls and hole.  He moans as he burrows in.  I do, too.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him work on me. 

“Would it be okay for you to sit on the rimseat?”

I come back to reality.  I get out of the sling and set it up.  He lies on the thick mat, expectantly.  I stand astride his chest.  I sit down slowly, teasing him a little.  He digs in the moment I settle.  It feels so different here.  He can go deeper.  I let him do whatever he wants—as I sit there and watch the porn.  Stroking my drooling dick.

Finally, I stand up.  “I want your ass on the bench.”  He gets up and out from under the seat.  He kneels, presenting that hot ass for my inspection.  I rim him briefly, before I stand up and fuck.  Then I rim.  And fuck.  He cleans my cock after the second fuck.  I use his saliva to slip in a third time.

“Are you up for something different?” I ask.

He is.  I get him in the sling.  I go up to the freezer.  I have been making a Devil’s Dick.  I see that the tag on the bottle says 14 loads.  But I am certain, that the last two I shot in it, didn’t get recorded.  The condom has been hanging in my old vitamin bottle.

I go down and show him, explaining what it is.  “I have 16 frozen loads for your ass.”  I dangle the bulging condom full of cum in front of his face.

“Do they go in frozen?”

I nod.  I cut the condom, below the knot.  I peel the latex off and begin to push the frozen nugget of cum into his hole.  He pants, then concentrates on relaxing his hole—and it pops in.

“I love feeling it melt on my cock,” I tell him.

I push in.  It’s there—and melting fast.  I fuck him slowly, churning all those loads into his butt.

I pull out and bring him my cum covered cock.  He really loves, tasting it.  And the thick plastic bottle has prevented freezer burn.  It tastes like fresh cum.

I go to his ass and kneel.  I dig in.  The melting cum is still slightly cool to my tongue.  I lick him for a long time.  I stand, lean across him and snowball some into his mouth.  He takes it gratefully. 

I fuck him again, reveling in his jizz filled ass.  He cleans my dick once more, before I catch the cum with my tongue that is dribbling from his ass.

“I’m gonna get under the rimseat…”

I do, the moment he is out of the sling.  He sits on it.  My tongue pokes into his cum flavored hole.  I can certainly taste the jizz—but it is not dripping out of him as I expected.  I poke and prod.  He groans.  And suddenly, I am rewarded.  It’s an avalanche of cum slipping out of his ass and into my mouth.  I moan.  Keith can feel it flow out of him.  He begins squeezing down, emptying his ass onto my tongue.  I am awash in semen.  It’s everywhere.  In my mouth, and matted in my beard.  I stop jerking myself—as I don’t want to shoot.

When the flow stops, I clean up his ass.  He suddenly stands—my tongue is so intense on his hole.

“I want to shoot,” I tell him.

“Me, too…”

I get him in the sling.  There is a lovely film of cum still in his hole for my fucking pleasure.  Keith’s cock erects as I fuck.  He grabs it and begins jerking.  “Let me cum first,” he pleads.  And he does, just moments later.  He splatters his seed all over his stomach.  I mop some up, and coat my cock with it.

“Breed me!”

And I do, in just a few more strokes.  I love thinking about all the mingled loads in his ass.  And I’m even more pleased, he doesn’t shower before getting dressed.  He takes my load(s) home…

Waking Up...and Inspiration...

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Osvaldo Wants More

 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.

Braydon: Both His Holes Are Looking for Cum

 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…

GaryM Arrives with Toys

 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.

Musings as I Drive: My First Cock

 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…

His Cum Filled Mouth

 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. 

I stand up.  I push my cock into his cum filled mouth.  Spunk is on his chin—and now it’s on my balls.  I face fuck him for only a few strokes before I am giving him a second load.  He groans, takes it, swallowing it all.  I pull out, pushing his cummy face into my balls, giving my cock a moment to not feel so super sensitive.  He licks the stray cum off my nuts.  I pant—and let go of him, letting him clean my drooling dick…