A Bookstore Quickie

 Near Home—September, 2025

I rather surprised myself by needing sex after the marathon I had on Saturday, detailed in the last two posts.  But I hadn’t shot—and I really needed to do just that.  On Monday, I went to my usual haunt.  It was busy…

 

I am the seventh man in the room.  There are two blow jobs in progress.  The fifth man is jerking off as he watches the men get sucked.  The man not doing anything is Shy One—who instantly comes over to me the moment I take my dick out.  It’s great to have his experienced mouth on me once again.  I enjoy his partner, but if I had to choose one, I would pick Shy One’s mouth any time. 

He is sucking me with real need today.  Maybe he didn’t have much cock this weekend.  His mouth is everywhere, including my balls.  Heaven. 

We hear a guy have an explosive orgasm down by the gay screen.  We both look in that direction.  Shaved Head has gotten some guy off.  The man, his wet dick swinging, charges to the restroom.  Shaved Head comes to my side and watches his partner suck me.  Perhaps, knowing what he really wants, Shy One gets up and lets Shaved Head take over.  He sits and watches his partner do all the things he has just been doing to me.  But not my balls.  Shaved Head rarely touches my so-full-of-nerve-endings balls.  He finishes up.  They use the rest room and leave.

New men arrive.  The second blow job has just petered out.  There are always six or seven men in the room, as new ones keep coming to replace the guys who play for a bit and leave.  Some shoot a load.  Most don’t.

The cross-dressing Latino (who may need a new nickname as he hasn’t cross dressed for months now) comes in.  He sits next to an older man.  He let’s the guy play with his hard cock.  Then he gets down between the legs of the man and fondles the guy’s dick—which  never quite hardens up.

When he gets bored with that, the Latino comes over to me.  “Suck me?”

I am not sure I’m in the mood.  But a dick in need is a dick in…

He doesn’t wait for an answer he just moves in so it is inches from my face.  I suck him.  And enjoy it.  He is a heavy precummer today.  I work his small dick, really digging my tongue under the foreskin.  He pants and moans.  I do it again and again.

This gets him really horned.  “Fuck me!”

“A little later,” I tell him.  I have my eye on a man who has been watching us.  My sucking has made him take his dick out to jerk to the sex.  He’s a larger guy with no hair left on his head.  His dick is long and thin.  I love how avidly he has watched me suck the Latino—and for whatever reason, I really want to get this guy off.

The Latino moves down the row of seats to play with a guy by the screen.  I stand up and cross to the bald guy.  His eyes light up as I nod to him and kneel.  He sighs the moment my tongue and lips touch his cock.  He instantly begins to rub my head, with his thick fingers.

He sighs again.  “It’s been so long…”

He leaves it unfinished for his balls are tightening up.  He’s going to shoot.  I am ready for it, but not ready for the sheer volume of seed he fires down my throat.  His dick just keeps spurting and spurting and finally trickling.  I stay there.  Even for the final drip.

He thanks me effusively and takes off.

I meet the Latino on the way back to my chair.  “Let’s fuck.”

He strips off his pants and greases up his ass.  I lube my cock and roll on the condom.  I lube it up, too.  He bends, supporting himself on the chair seat.  I enter him.  A little roughly, like he likes it.  I build fast.  I am really letting him have it.

The Latino jerks himself.  “Fuck me just like that…” he mumbles.

I keep it up.  And he shoots.  All over the floor.  He pulls off me.  The condom is as gross as always.  I carefully peel it off, drop it in the wastebasket and go to wash up—just in case.  When I come out, the Latino gives me a thumbs up as he heads out the door.

I have an erection that won’t go down.  Two men are lazily jerking the other.  They show no interest.  But there is a guy who has been watching me from the moment I came in.  He’s never opened his fly—just kneaded his crotch.  I move to him, my cock swaying.

“You want this?”

He tries to answer but can’t seem to find the words.  So, he nods.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  The low, sexy, moan that comes out of him makes up for his lack of skill.  But I am a man on a mission.  I begin a slow face fuck.  He’s right with me.  He ovals big and just let’s me use his mouth for my pleasure.

I keep plowing into his mouth.  Faster and faster.

“You want my load?”

He grunts around my invading dick.  It sounds affirmative.  I keep pumping. 

And pumping.

In moments, I am unloading deep into his throat.  I truly empty my balls.  It just keeps coming.

He gives the most sensual sigh as I pull out of his mouth, catching an escaping drip with his tongue…

The Cruisy Playspace Heats Up (and FP loses another scrap of virginity...)

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Working the Cruisy Playspace All Afternoon (Part One)

 Lansing—August, 2025

On the last Saturday of the month, I went back to the cruisy playspace that recently re-opened after a fire.  Once again, I made a day of it.  I packed dinner, made sure I had plenty of lube (and even a few Magnums) and arrived there in the afternoon. 

 

The lot is not as full as my last visit.  I go in and pay my admission.  I make a tour of the entire building—the television lounges, the dark room, the glory holes next to the sling and fuck bench.  I see perhaps three men on their phones who look bored…so much so that they don’t even look up as I pass them.  I go back to the main lounge where there is a good bisexual video running.  I open my pants and pull out my dick.  I stroke.

A tall, thin young man comes out from one of the play alcoves in the corner of the room.  He sees my dick—and walks over.  He sits next to me on the couch with a ‘Hello, Daddy.’  He has longish dark hair, pulled back in a ponytail.  He kneads his own crotch as he looks at my dick.  I smile at him and look back at the screen.

A moment.

“Does Daddy fuck?”

I turn to him.  I was expecting his mouth, but I’ll be happy to start with his ass.  I nod and he leads the way back to the alcove.  He pushes down his jeans, exposing a very white, very thin ass.  He bends, supporting himself on the back of a chair.   “Put that big cock inside me.”  I don’t know why I don’t rim him—I really want to—but I just follow his directions.  I lube up and push into him.  He sighs.  His cock is thin with a sharp downward curve.  He starts stroking it the moment I begin to fuck.  He has a dirty mouth.  And he uses it.  He tells me how good it feels.  How I can fuck him anytime/anywhere.  How he loves cum in his ass.  How it tastes better after it’s been deep inside him.

I fuck him harder and harder.  He beats his cock in time to the fuck stroke I’m delivering.  I build to a real butt pounding tempo.  I thrust hard and hold as deeply inside him as I can get.  I pull out slowly.  He groans and spins and takes me, for the only time, into his mouth…

*

I wander.  Nothing is happening at the gay screen or the gloryholes.  Yet.  I settle down back in the main lounge and stroke to the bisexual video.  A new arrival.  A man I saw here on my last visit.  His wedding ring catches the light from the television screen.  He passes me, nodding, and continues on down the hall to the gay screen.

I stroke.

He’s back.  Nodding to me and sitting in a chair, near me.  He pulls out a very regulation sized cock and strokes to the same video I’m watching—and occasionally to the trans video in the corner.  He makes small talk.  It takes about five minutes, but he is soon kneeling between my legs and sucking my cock deep into his throat.  He’s not bad.  I wish he’d been here earlier to really get me warmed up.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  And only stops when his knees give out.  He tells me he wants more later.  And he does suck me again—several times—throughout the afternoon…

I stroke a little, using his spit.  A transwoman arrives and struts past me with a flowing auburn wig and a flaming red skirt.  I stroke a little more, than decide to wander.   There she is—on the fuck bench, no less, the skirt up around her waist.  The ass is plump and shaved.  I go into the cage where the bench is located.  I kneel and eat her ass.  I get the slightest of sighs out of her.  I stand up and slap my cock on the upturned butt.  No reaction.  My finger touches her pucker.  Her cock, hanging there, lengthens—the only reaction that I am doing something right.  I line up my cock and push into that pucker.  I glide in easily.  Pre-lubed and ready.  I fuck.  Slow.  Then hard.  And fast.  Waiting to get some sort of reaction.  There is none.  At all.

I pull out and leave her to it…

*

I go back to the big lobby and stroke to the same video.  A handsome man enters.  He is around my age, and built much like me—tall and thin with a big bulge in his khakis.  He makes the entire circuit, passing me without a glance.  But he’s back.  He passes me, looking at my cock.  He stands in the door of the dark room.  Looking at me.  Then disappears into it.  I follow, not bothering to shove my cock into my pants.

Damn.  It’s pitch black.  I work carefully to the far wall, bumping into a chair on the way.  My eyes adjust.  The man is standing behind the room divider with the gloryhole in it.  He has his dick out.  I can sense it more than see it.  I move closer.  He reaches for my cock.  I do the same.  His is just hardening up.  Long and thin, with an amazing amount of foreskin.

“Do you suck?” he whispers.

And here I thought I’d be on the receiving end.  I don’t answer, I just go to my knees.  He is the perfect girth to go all the way into my throat without any risk of gagging.  He groans as my tongue begins exploring his foreskin.  He instantly erects the rest of the way.  I have worked the flesh off his cock head.  My tongue is in his piss slit.  He gasps.  He grabs my ears and begins face fucking me.  Making me take every inch of him.  He shudders.  His cock expands.  And nothing comes out.  He is having a totally dry orgasm.  And loving it.  I keep him buried in my mouth until he chooses to pull out.  He thanks me.  Repeatedly.  And leaves me still on my knees in the dark…

*

The crowd is building.  Three or four hetro couples have arrived.  One rents a room.  They do a bondage scene visible through a barred window.  Men congregate there to watch—and one to openly jerk.  I check how it’s going each time I pass.

At the end of the corridor, I watch men play with a very large cross dresser who has rented a room and is allowing anyone to use either hole. 

I head back to the gloryholes.  I see a closed door so I head to the hole opposite that compartment and stick my cock through the hole.  It is immediately enveloped in a hot, wet mouth.  He, I assume, suckles it.  Then pulls off me and strokes it with a calloused hand.  He sucks me a second time. 

The gloryholes here are not really good for my height.  I am doing a knee bend to get my cock at the right level.  Finally, I just have to straighten up, so I pull out of his mouth and go out the door.  Instantly, the guy sucking me comes out of his cubicle and finds me in the back corridor.  He all but drags me into the biggest of the gloryhole cubicles, sits me on a chair and goes to his knees.  He is a really good sucker.  And I do prefer to touch him as he sucks my dick.  And now, in a much better position, he takes all of me down his throat.

Finally, he pulls off me.  “I love your cock,” he whispers.

We briefly reverse, with me sucking his hard six-incher.  But he really wants me to stand and fuck his face.  I do just that.  When I pull out of his mouth, I bring a long, loopy strand of deep throat spittle.  I wrap it around my dick as he says:

“Can I see you again?”

I offer him my phone number.

“I can’t.  Married.”

I shrug.

“Well, what do you drive?  I can stop by and see if you are here…”

I tell him and he leaves happy.  As if…

I walk the corridor and stop at the window of the bondage scene.  She is no longer tied to the fuck bench, but lying on the bed, her legs splayed.  His head is buried in her.  Wonderfully wet slurping sounds fill their room.

I decide it’s dinner time…

(So much more to come after my meal…)

The Man with the Long Mustache

 Near Home—August, 2025

 

After three days in a row of very varied play, I took a day off.  But 24 hours later I wanted more.  I went to my usual haunt to see who I could find…

 

It’s busy.  There’s a blow job happening as I walk in.  They don’t stop with the opening of the door (a good sign, in my book) and the guy keeps right on slurping the dick in front of him.  I sit in my usual chair.  There are around eight men in the room.  The Voyeur is in a back corner—eyes on the guys having sex.  I recognize at least three other men as regulars. 

I get out my cock and stroke it to hardness.  It erects fully just as the man getting blown erupts into the guy’s mouth with a huge groan followed by a heartfelt sigh.  When the sucker stands up, I realize it is Shaved Head.  He goes to find his partner.  Shy One points to me.  I wonder which of them will come over.

Instead, the other guy I recognize stands up and comes over.  He has long silver hair and a very bushy mustache of the same color.  He is thin and tall, likely a few years older than me.  He kneels and begins to suck.  His mouth gets very wet, very fast.  He never swallows—just let’s any saliva and precum build up.  It feels terrific.  He licks and sucks for a long time.

Shaved Head comes over, seeing if the guy is going to take a break.  He doesn’t, so Shaved Head and Shy One leave.  I don’t mind.  I am still enjoying what the man on his knees is doing.

And now he switches up his technique.  He drools all that saliva on my dick and mops is up with his mustache.  It sounds a little odd—but it feels wonderful.  He’s done it to me before, but I’d totally forgotten about it.  When his mustache is sopping wet, he goes back to a more traditional blow job.

Finally, his knees give out.  I thank him and he sits off to the side.  My cock is wringing wet.  I use it to jerk to the video.  I notice two more men have paired off.  They trade back and forth.  The guy on his knees stands up occasionally to shove his own dick into the mouth of the guy he’s been blowing.  It’s more entertaining than the porn.

The Voyeur waves to me, likely wanting his cock sucked.  I consider it and am just about to get up, when the youngest man in the room comes over.  He is cute and under 30.  He kneels without any eye contact and takes me in his mouth.  He’s good.  Until he adds his hand—too tight and too constant a stroke.  He’s determined to get the load and it actually works against him.  I finally ask him to stop before he chafes me.

I stroke a bit.  Lightly.  And suddenly my mustachioed sucker comes back for round two.  He kneels.  He uses just his lips and tongue on me.  The age difference is at least 35 years—but practiced skill wins over looks.  The moment he has all the juices stored up in his mouth he does the mustache trick again. 

I sigh.  He moans.

Once my cock is drier, he goes for my balls.  I stroke my dick as he tongues them, letting go when he’s ready to work up the shaft again.  He deep throats me…and I explode.  It is so unexpected by both of us that I gasp and he groans, sinking down on my spurting cock.

He cleans up every drop.  “You have never done that with me before…”

“I know, but it felt great.”

I go home with lighter balls.  He goes home a much happier man…

*

I know this was a really inconsequential post—I almost didn’t write it up.  But if I’m going to record my sex life, I thought better of it.  Since it is under 700 words…I will include some pictures of other men using their mouths.

Keith Gets Wet

 My Playroom—August, 2025

Sometimes I even surprise myself.  At the end of August, I couldn’t seem to say ‘no.’  The house party was on Saturday, on Sunday Jaylen came over for a hard fucking and on Monday Keith had a free day and wanted some playroom time.   Of course, I said ‘yes!’ 

He showed up, as handsome as ever.  He took a quick piss before we headed down to the playroom.  He stripped and tossed his clothes on the chair.  I just watched, especially now that he was down to nothing but a jock.  My cock started to fill as he bent over to tuck his shoes under the chair, giving me the perfect view of that hot ass.  I couldn’t wait…

 

Keith sits on the corner of the bed.  I walk over, pulling my half erect cock out of the pouch.  He takes me in his mouth and in moments gets me as hard as the proverbial rock.  I begin a slow fuck of his face.  He ovals and lets me inch a little deeper down his throat with each stroke.  Before I’m quite there, he grabs my balls and pulls me all the way inside him.  He chokes and groans.

I suggest I lie down on the bed.  I know this is his favorite way of connecting.  He gets up and I lie spreadeagled on the twin bed.  He gets between my legs, his face hovering over my erect cock.  He bends so his nose is on my big ball sack.  He inhales deeply.  Sighs.  And begins to lick.  It’s my turn to moan.  There is something about his tongue—and the connection it brings—that makes it feel like a whole new experience.  I love to be licked.  But with most men, I am ready to go on to something else after 5 or 6 minutes.  Not with Keith.  I just let him stay there, licking and sucking my cock, balls and perineum, for as long as he wants.

Finally content, he looks expectantly at me.  “Where do you want me?”

The fuck bench is still set up as a padded, flat table.  I tell him to get on all fours on it.  It’s my time to lick.  I pull his ass cheeks apart and try to make him feel as good as he made me feel.  I seem to be doing just fine.  He is groaning, telling me he can’t wait for me to be inside him.  I stay there, tonguing his hole, longer than usual, just to hear him beg.  Finally, I stand up and slide in.   His ass is wonderfully warm and wet.  I fuck him, telling to him to look at himself in the mirror.  He checks the one dead in front of him and groans before remembering the one on the side wall.  He moans louder as he finds it, and can see my cock pump into his upturned ass.

I pull out.  He cleans me ravenously.  Another man who loves the taste of his ass as much as I do.  He slobbers all over my dick—and I fuck him with his spit as lube for round two.  He cleans me again, before I suggest we move to the sling.

Once I have his ankles in the stirrups, I taste his ass once more.  The second fuck has made him wetter still.  I stand up and fuck him, using just a small sheen of coconut oil on my cock.  I move to the side of the sling and let him clean me up again, loving the look in his eyes as he does it.

Keith has told me in the past he is a very vanilla guy—eager to try more.  Taking a cue from what I did the day before with Jaylen, I ask for his wrists.  I add the restraints.  I fasten them behind the sling, so he can no longer play with his cock.  His eyes get a little big, but he’s fine with it.

I go back and fuck him.  I use the eggheaded dildo for variety, but he seems indifferent to it.  I go back to my dick—and his face is rapturous.  I pause and add the ankle restraints.  I hang a chain from dead center of the top of the sling frame.  I attach his ankles to the two ends.  This pulls him up slightly, rolling his ass back and into a different angle.  I fuck him.  It must feel good—as he starts to babble as I do it.

I pull out and release his legs, returning them to the usual stirrups.

“Sir, I need to piss.”

“You used the wash tub last time so you don’t have to go upstairs.”

“Or I can go up…”

“Or you can piss right here…”

“Sir, I really have…”

And before he can say more the piss begins.  His cock is still outside the pouch.  I quickly bend and take him in my mouth.  I know that he knows I do watersports, but he can’t believe I’m gulping down his piss.  And gulping is the only word for it; it’s a torrent.  More than the towel under the sling could handle.  But it is turning me on like crazy to drink from his tap.  And to hear the pleasure in his sighs.  It seems like ages before the stream slows and stops.  Keith is left gasping in the sling.  I get him up and out so we can hug.

This leads to another session on the bed.  His mouth is once again all over me, but it’s not exploratory this time.  It’s much more demanding.  He licks me everywhere but my ass.  I really want his tongue on my hole.  I ask why he’s not gone a little lower.

“I never know if I should…”

“You should.”

But I jump in the sling.  I want him to have easy access.  The towel is wet—imagine!  My legs stay on the chains.  He kneels and begins teasing me, working his tongue slowly down from my testicles, now under them and finally hitting the bullseye.  I groan.  So does he and begins lapping at me in earnest.   Soon he is tongue fucking me.  I pull my legs back so he can go deeper. 

He stands and feeds me his poppers.  I take the hit.  So does he.  And the tongue fucking of my hole begins again.  Hard.  Fast.  Both of us making unintelligible sounds.  As the fumes subside, I tell him to stand up and kiss me.  He does, leaning across me.  I love the taste of my ass on his tongue.  We stay that way for some minutes.

I need to piss, after the huge load I swallowed.  I know I need to keep it away from his face—at least for today.  I get up and pull out the rimseat and place the mat in front of it.  I tell him to bend into the sling.  I slip in and shoot what I think is a small amount of piss into his ass.  He groans.

“Now sit on my face.”

I slide into place under the rimseat.  He sits.  Instantly, the piss pours from his hole.  I have given him way more than I thought.  I swallow the twice recycled piss, my cock nearly exploding.  Once it turns to a dribble, I eat his hole voraciously.  Keith moans.  He reaches down and pulls his ass cheeks apart so I can go even deeper.

I need to breed.  I tell him so.  He gets in the sling, knowing I love to watch his face as I give him my seed.  I get up.  I don’t even need to lick his ass again.  I just push into his wet, hot hole. 

“Fill me up…” he moans.

“Fuck, yes!”

I thrust a few more times—and give him whatever is left in my balls after fucking and breeding three days in a row…

Restraining Jaylen

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

I don’t see Jaylen often.  He is busy with work and completing his education at the local university.  I was pleased when he sent me a text at the top of August, wondering about a meeting.  We compared dates available and chose one towards the end of the month.  It was the day after the house party I just detailed in the previous post.  But I was more than ready for some one-on-one sex after all the group play…

 

Jaylen always texts me from the driveway.  I open the door and let him in.  He is likely approaching 30 now.  He carries some extra weight really well.  His hair is still incredibly long.  We hug and go downstairs.  He strips quickly, looking expectantly at me.  He has let me know he is willing to try new things.  I skip the usual ‘on his knees to get my cock hard’ routine and tell him to get on the fuckbench, which is flattened to be a padded table.  He does.

I kneel and pull apart his ample ass cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole, tight and clenched.  It begins working him open.  Slowly.  Millimeter by millimeter.  He groans.  His head comes up and he looks at himself in the floor length mirror right in front of him.  He sees himself looking vulnerable and moans some more.

Success!  I am now tongue fucking him.  Jaylen pants.  “I really want your dick,” he murmurs.  So I give it to him.  I stand up and push in.  Slowly.  Making him feel it inch by inch. 

“You are always…bigger than…I remember…” he moans.

And I am all the way in him.  My full pubes are grinding against his hairless ass.  But just for a moment.  I begin a slow in and out.  His breathing accelerates right along with my cock as I pump faster and faster.  Suddenly, I slap his ass and pull out.  I bring my wet, sticky cock to his mouth.  He eagerly tastes our mixed juices covering my dick.  I let him clean me thoroughly, before I go back for another round of fucking.  This time my left boot goes up on the table, changing the angle, letting me reach even deeper into his insides.  I fuck and fuck.  He cleans me once again and we move to the sling.

“I was serious in that text,” he says as I put his feet in the stirrups, “that I would like to try new things.”

I nod.  And go to my knees.  I tongue his well fucked hole, marveling at how my mouth and cock have opened him up.  He moans—looking at me eating out his butt in the mirror over the sling.

“I love seeing that….” he moans.

I stand up and fuck him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror.  He watches my cock split him open.  I fuck and fuck.  Different speeds.  Different depths.  Now I pull out and make him clean me once more, as he awkwardly pulls around in the sling to do it.

I go back to his ass.  My cock grazes his open hole.  He looks up at the mirror.  Expectantly.  Which helps me know what to try next.  I take the padded leather blindfold off the sling frame where it hangs.  I size it to his head and slip it on.  “Tell me if this is not working for you,” I murmur.

I go back and rim him.  He groans.  I stand up silently, so it’s a surprise when my cock head traces the length of the valley between his ass cheeks.  I tease him with it on his hole.  Almost pushing it in, but not quite.  Now, I enter him.  I fuck slow and easy.  I build.  I fuck him hard enough to shake the sling frame. 

I pull out.  He expects to clean it when he senses I have moved to the side of the sling.  Instead, I bend and work his nipples with my tongue and teeth.  He groans.  I rub my cock on the closest one and lick off the juices it leaves behind.

“How’s the blindfold?”

“Great.”

“Give me your left hand.”

He lets go of the chain above his head and lets me attach a restraint.

“Now the right.”  I repeat the process, get his arms behind the sling and lock them together.  “Comfortable?”

He nods.

I rim and fuck him again.  I surprise him by pulling his cock out of his jock and sucking it for a moment.  I work his nipples once more.  And I keep rimming.  And fucking.

I pull out and go to his side.  I remove the blindfold and undo the restraints, but leave them on.  “Last time you loved the rimseat.”

He nods.  I pull it out and set it up.  Now I help him out of the sling, before lying on the mat.  He sits.  His full ass really cuts off my air, which I love.  He lets me lick and spit on his now open hole.  Without prompting, he gets up and rides my cock, facing away from me.  No more than two or three minutes before he sits back on my face.  His hole is so wet now, I can’t get enough of it.  I lick and swallow and groan…

Now I really need air.  I tap his thighs and he gets up.  “Sit on the bench,” I tell him.  I get up and take the ankle cuffs off from where they are hanging on the sling chains.  I fasten them in place.  I find my spreader bar and attach it between his ankles.  “Now roll onto your back.”  He does, with me still holding the bar.  We adjust a little and I hand him the bar.  His eyes light up as he holds his legs in place; his ass slightly tilted for an easy entry of my cock.  I fuck him.  Hard.  I pull out.  I tell him to pull the bar closer to his chest.  His ass rotates up.  I fuck him like this.  His ass feels totally different at this angle.  Still inside him, I push the bar to his chest.  His ass, with me in it, moves to a higher angle.  I fuck and fuck until we are both breathless.

As I unclip the bar, I ask if all this has been good for him.  He nods.  “This is great,” he tells me.

“I want to breed you in the sling.” 

His eyes shine.  “Let me take my jock off.  I’d like to jerk while you do it—if that’s alright,” he adds hastily.

I nod and get him back in the sling.  I eat his hole.  He works to get his cock hard as I do it.  I stand up and slide in.  He jerks right along with the fucking I give him.  Slower or faster.  He even matches how hard I pound into him.

I want one more taste.  I pull out and stick my tongue into his ruined ass.  He gasps.  I groan.  I can only be there for a moment—for I need to shoot.  I push into him and begin firing almost immediately.  And it’s the full thing the first time—there will be no double cum shot today. 

I groan and stay buried inside him.  His hand moves furiously over his cock and he shoots a huge load all over his stomach.  I wait until he has stopped stroking.  Still inside him, I lean down and lick some of it up.  He squirms in delight.  With a mouthful of his young seed, I pull out, kneel and begin tonguing his cum into his abused hole…