Equipment Close-up: The Clear Dildo with a Handle

Equipment Close-up:  The Clear Dildo with a Handle

 

I feel odd that I don’t know the real name of this very useful toy.  It is one left in my playroom by GaryM.  I asked if he knew what it was called—and he could not find it now on either of the sites he uses to order toys.

It took me a few sessions before I used it on one of my fuckbuds, but once I tried it out, I have used it regularly.  

First, the handle.  When my hands are covered in lube (for I’ve used it with fist guys), it’s really handy to have a handle which is easy to grip.  Where it is connected to the insertable part of the toy, it has a guard, so there is no chance of it being lost inside someone.

The insertable section of the toy is ten inches.  The circumference at the thickest part of the shaft is six inches.  I love that the clear plastic is extremely flexible.   The smaller end of the toy fits easily into most men.  It has a gentle swell that the guys (Evan, in particular) loved.  With men who have really experienced holes, I can add some of my cock along with the toy.

As always, I love that GaryM shared this with me.  And you, my readers, will know a little more what I’m talking about the next time it comes out for use.

Sawyer (Fist Guy) Brings His Hot Ass to the Playroom

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

I met Sawyer a few months ago at the house party.  I christened him Fist Guy for those write ups.  Each time we fucked, he really wanted my hand in his ass, but I like to do my fisting (at least until I really know your butt) as a one-on-one activity.  So, we exchanged contact info—and in a matter of days set up a playdate.  He wanted to come to my place as he was excited to see the playroom. 

It was a bright, warm Sunday afternoon when he arrived on my doorstep.  We made our way downstairs.  He ditched his clothes onto the chair as I hung my robe on the door knob.  I leaned against the fuckbench, watching his jockstrapped ass, as he bent over to get his poppers out of a pants pocket.  I’d fucked it now, a lot.  I couldn’t wait to do more.  He turned and really took in the room:  the FF porn on the television, the bed, the mirrors, the toys, the other fuck furniture.  He grinned as he walked to me and went to his knees…

 

He inhales deeply as he buries his nose in my jock pouch.  All those scents from the fuck parties.  He groans in the back of his throat. Sawyer digs out my cock.  I stifle a moan as he takes my hardening dick to the root.  It plumps there, cutting off his air.  He pulls off me, panting.  He sucks my cock.  Licks my balls, even lifting them to tongue the cockring holding them in place.

“Get up on the bench.”

I look at him as he scrambles up.  He is likely a few years younger than me, but not by much.  He’s tall.  His hair and beard is rather shaggy.  His ass is round and glorious—needing my tongue to be buried in it.  Sawyer moans as I eat his hole.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I do it.  I get him very wet.  Very open.  I stand up and slide in.  I hold as I hear him open his poppers.  He huffs—and I begin to fuck.  Slow and deeper with each stroke. 

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

I speed up the stroke.  Faster and faster.  I can feel his ass relax.  I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up and insert.  My dick follows.  I feel the tightness of his ass again.  I fuck him—our eyes locking in the mirror that is in front of us.

I pull out, leaving the toy in his ass.  He licks my cock, groaning while tonguing up his own ass juices.  When I eventually go back to his ass, I pull the toy up and insert my cock below it.  He loves it.   I prefer my dick on top, so after a while, I change it up again.

“You like that double fuck?”

He nods.  I take out the black toy.  I reach for the stainless-steel Ballistic Butt Bomb.  Another egg-shaped head slides into him, but now it’s cool metal.  He takes it deep.  Easily.  I add my cock along the thin steel handle.  I fuck him, my cock head smashing into the head of the toy.

I pull out.  I have him clean me up again with his ravenous mouth.  I rotate to the clear dildo with the black handle.  I grease it up and slide it in.  On a whim, I see if I can add my cock.  I can.  It’s tight—making both of us moan as I push myself into place.  I begin to fuck.  Opening that hole for my hand.

“Let’s get you off your knees,” I say, nodding to the sling.

“Let me clean your cock again…”

I lean into the sling myself, my boots up on the chain.  I let him clean my cock.  I instruct him to do my balls.  And under them.  He does just that.  Then his tongue goes right down my perineum and flicks across butt hole.  I wonder if he likes to rim, but decide to find out another time—I want him in the sling.

We change places.  I eat his hole.  I fuck it again.  Now I kneel and use my hands.  They are back-to-back—four fingers of each are in him.  I pull them slightly apart—a gentle gesture to open his hole still more.  He loves it.

I grab the speculum.  I grease and insert.  It does the exact same thing, now with the turn of a crank.  The steel wings open his hole.  He groans and takes a hit.  I stand up and add my cock, fucking it into him with the smooth steel on either side of me.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him, watching every stroke of my dick.

I pull out and open the speculum a little more.  I fuck.  I open it again.  I fuck Sawyer harder.  This time when I pull out, I crank the medical device closed and slip it out of him.  I bury my face in his wet ass as I grease up my hands thoroughly. 

Now my left-hand fingers go in.  Easily.  I add the thumb.  I twist the hand slightly and I’m inside him.  Smoothly.  Easily.  No effort.   I pull out, making him sigh.  I do it all again.  And again.  Then with the right hand.  Over and over.

I do the same pull apart action with hands back-to-back.  I look up.  He’s watching me in the mirror.  I stand up and fuck him.  I pull out and my left hand easily works into him as I stand.  My cock slides down my forearm and is buried inside him at the same time.  My fingers inside him wrap around the head and shaft.  I fuck him slowly, my fingers stroking myself in addition to his ass.  I pull out and do it all again.  Hand, cock, clasp and stroke.

I do another round of just hands as I kneel.

I look at the medium-sized toys under the television.  I can skip them today.  I head right for the big guns stored on the opposite wall.  I grab the toy that is vaguely shaped like an open hand.  I tell him it is a very rigid toy, but he’s game.  And he takes it like it was three times smaller.  I work it in and out a few times.  This makes me want to fuck him again—so I do.

I grab the curved, ridged dildo—the Seahorse, from Mr. Hankey’s Toys.  I love using this on the right man.  Sawyer’s ass gobbles it up.  I use it with the curve going up, first.  Then the curve downwards.  He loves how it feels—either way.

My knees are tired, so I suggest the rimseat.  I wipe excess lube off him, but I can’t wait to really bury my tongue in his slightly gaping hole.  I pull out the seat—and the mat to lie on.  I get under and he sits.  His hole is so open—and the seat has spread him even wider.  My tongue can’t get enough.  I lick deep.  I suckle on his puffy ass lips.  I tongue fuck him.  A heady mix of coconut oil, Crisco and his own juices keep dripping onto my tongue.  Sawyer moans and watches the porn on the television.

He suddenly stands up.  He walks a couple steps forward and gently bats my hand away from my rock-hard cock.  He slowly sits—and rides me.  His ass makes a delicious squishy noise with easy stroke down onto me.  Just as suddenly, he is up and sitting back on my face.  His ass is dripping copiously now.  I lick and suck and chew, moaning as I do it.

I get him up, by tapping his thighs.  I tell him to lean on the bench, not get on it.  I need to piss—now!  I get my cock into his hole just in time and I erupt.  I fill his butt.  He can feel the heat and the weight.  I pull out and lie back down, closing the seat.  He sits and begins to feed me my piss.  It’s a glorious hot water waterfall erupting out of his ass.  My lips are clamped around his ass lips so we don’t flood the basement.  It goes on and on.  I take my hand off my cock so I don’t shoot right there.  It finally trickles to the tiniest rivulet.  And stops.   I clean him up.  He stands and gives me a hand to stand up, too, pulling me into an embrace…

*

“I’ve had my eye on those two big black cocks,” he tells me, getting on the fuck bench.

I get the Crisco from under the sling and bring to the bench.  I pick up the first one, the one I’ve used sparingly on men like Jake or Evan.  It is long and thick with a slightly flattened head.  I grease it up and work it in.  We pause at the halfway point for poppers.  Then he takes the rest of it.  I fuck him with it.  Slowly and steadily.  He loves it.  It fills him completely.  I use my chest to push the last few inches into him.

We move up to the longer black cock, a toy I have not used on anyone since GaryM gave it to me.  I grease it up.  I work it into Sawyer’s well used hole.  He takes it.  To the root.

We both know his ass needs a break.  But he wants my load first.  We stay right at the bench.  I towel off some Crisco and eat his hole for the last time today.  My cock tells me this will be an easy orgasm—I am so ready to get off inside him.  I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. 

“Breed me…” he mumbles, still in a slight popper haze.

My cock is so ready.  I slow—and speed up again, never pulling out of him.

And I’m there.  Blasting my semen deep inside him…until there is not a drop of cum left inside those big ol’ balls of mine…

*

Sawyer as Fist Guy is also in the following posts:

 

Twelve Men on a Bed

The Pigs Keep Rutting in All the Wet Holes

“I’ve Found the Pigs!”

Five Men Watching Porn

 Near Home—August, 2025

I went back on Thursday, two days after my post about the bookstore trip that had started well, but had fizzled out.  I wanted to see if I could do better.

 

There is one very large man in the room.  He is watching the straight video intently.  And he’s sitting in my favorite chair.  I sit over against the far wall, where it is even easier to see both screens.  I pull out the goods and jerk.  The man hasn’t the least interest in me or my cock.  He is not jerking, nor even groping himself, but every feel minutes (especially as the woman in the video squirts) his right hand presses hard into his crotch.

The scene ends.  He rushes to the restroom.  My guess is he’s unloading into the toilet.  I hear the flush the moment I think it.  Now the hand dryer buzzes.  He comes out of the restroom and goes straight out the entrance door, shutting it with more force than necessary.

I move to my preferred chair and continue to stroke.  Alone.  For about ten minutes.

The door opens.  A young man comes in and sits off to the side.  He is likely 30-ish, mixed race, and his build is slim and trim.  He takes out a phone.  Checks it.  Responds.  Puts it in his lap and takes out a second phone.  He checks it, types something terse and puts that one away, deep into a pants pocket.

He watches the video.  He likes the squirt video, too.  He opens his fly and begins to get hard.  The phone that is out goes off.  He checks it, this time ignoring it.  He starts to stroke.  He looks at me and nods.  I nod back.  He takes his hand off his cock, making a gesture showing that it’s available.

The phone dings again.  This time he types and answer.  When he puts it down, I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take all of him down my throat.  He moans and…answers his phone.  I keep working on him.  He types something short and sends it into the ether.  As he puts the phone down, I move to his sweaty balls.  He loves this—as much as I do.  It’s a hot day and his balls have that slight musk to them—a scent I can never get enough of.  He outright groans now as I take them into my mouth, one after the other.

I lick my way up his dripping shaft.  I take him down, all seven inches, into my throat and hold it there.  He begins to pant, then touches my shoulder, wanting me to pull off.  I do.

“I don’t want to cum yet.”

I go back to his balls.  He goes back to phone 1.  Then phone 2, deep in his pants, goes off with an annoying ring.  He digs it out as I sit back on my haunches and watch.  Whatever the message is, he stands up, pushes him rock hard cock inside his pants and goes out the door.

I get back to my chair and stroke, his taste still in my mouth.  I take a sip of water and swirl it around my mouth like fine wine.

Five minutes pass.

The door opens.  A white guy, likely mid-40’s comes in.  He is short and thin.  He sits next to me and instantly takes out a fully hard cock.  He turns to me and asks about the new set up—he’d expected the booths.

I explain the accident and the re-do. 

He tells me he’s from Illinois and stops in here anytime he’s on this section of I-94.

I nod.  We watch the video.  The guy on screen is making the woman squirt constantly.  My new companion loves this, too. 

We stroke.  A long time.  He turns to me.  “Can I suck you?”

“Please.”

He gets right down to it, kneeling in front of me.  He is great.  He is able to communicate real passion along with showing off his skilled mouth and tongue.  He works on me for a good ten minutes.  I love the sound of his strangled groans when he takes my full length down his throat.

He stands up, to go sit back down.  I surprise him by leaning forward and sucking the cock he’d been beating as he sucked me.  He loves it and stands still to let me work on him.  But the lure of my cock is too strong.  Soon, he’s back on his knees and working my runny piss slit.

The young black guy returns.  He sits on the other side of the room and watches—stroking to us.  I gesture him over.  He comes and sticks his dick in my mouth.  My sucker looks up.  He’s not pleased.  But he keeps going on my dick.  I suck the younger man until his second phone goes off again.  He runs out the main door.

The traveler gets off his knees.  “I’ll be back; I need something from my car.”   Did he just leave in a huff?

He’s gone a long time.  He arrives with a new bottle of poppers.  He tells me he couldn’t find his old one in the car.  He sucks me again.  But all the passion he had is gone.  He feels is too, and stands up and sits one seat away from me.

I try sucking him.  He takes a huge hit and his cock wilts.  He pushes we off rather brusquely.  I sit and stroke.

The door opens.  A married guy I know from here comes in.  He sits away from us.  I look to the traveler.  He is lost in his popper haze.  The married guy is erect and stroking, making eye contact with me.  I go over and suck his cock. 

I pause once, to glance at the traveler.  He glowers at me.  He takes another hit and tries to get his cock hard again.

I buckle down and get the load.  Big and juicy—from a very appreciative man.  He leaves. 

The vibe coming off the traveler is anything but good.

I cut my time short and take off, glad for the fun I did have…

A Few Pictures to Brighten Your Sunday Morning

 

I am moving a little slowly this morning, after a night of great sex at the monthly house party I attend.  So, here are few pics from around the web…Happy rest of the weekend!

It Started So Well...

Near Home—August, 2025

I didn’t need to look for sex for a few days after my marathon fuck and suck detailed in the last two posts.  But I was horned and ready to go again by the next Tuesday.  I went to my usual bookstore.  The lot has a sprinkling of cars and pickups in it…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  There are a handful of men here.  No dicks in evidence.  Yet.  The older man with a headful of grey hair pulled back in a ponytail is in the corner.  He moves to sit near me.  Perfect—I would love to get into his smooth ass again.  We nod to each other.  His rather delicate hand strokes my dick for a moment, before he goes to his knees to suck.  I sigh.  He’s good—and truly loves having a cock in his mouth.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.  A regular I have known for over ten years is standing to my side.  His cock is inches from my face.  I open my mouth and take him in.  Damn, this is perfect.  I love working on a cock as mine is being done the same way.  I glance down and Grey Ponytail is working even harder to please me, now that he sees I have a cock in my mouth.  He pulls off my shaft and begins licking my balls—and softly moaning out his pleasure.

I concentrate my tongue work on the guy’s head.  It works.  With a few more flicks, he pushes deep into my throat and begins to gush.  He’s always been an easy load, but this is even faster than usual.  I swallow and clean him up.  He grips my shoulder by way of thanks and heads to the door, tucking in his cock as he goes.

Grey Ponytail stops licking and looks up at me.  “Will you fuck me?” he whispers.

I nod.  He stands up and drops his trousers.  As they hit the floor, his phone goes off.  Loud and insistent.  He looks at the number and quickly steps out of his pants.  He moves to the restroom to answer it—but is back in a flash.

“My daughter.  Sorry.  Gotta go.”  He gets his pants back on and is gone.

I stroke.  None of the other men look at me.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, the cross-dressing Latino arrives.  He sits next to me.  He begins to strip down.  The feminine attire is not under his jeans today, just a blue jock.  He strokes. 

“Suck?” he asks, standing up and waving his uncut dick in my face.  Nothing else is happening.  So I do.  Briefly.  As it just makes him want to get fucked.

He pulls out of my mouth and digs out a Magnum from the pants left on the chair.  I hate the latex, but I know he wants it covered—and it keeps my cock clean as he barely cleans out.  He goes to a post in the middle of the room and leans against it, jutting out his ass.  I know not to rim him.  I grease up the latex and slide in.  His ass, what I can feel of it through the latex, is nice.  I keep thrusting.

The five men left in the room actually unzip and stroke to the live fuck.  CDLatino strokes himself.  Fast.  I know he’s close.  He suddenly pulls off me and shoots all over the floor.  I look at the filthy condom and peel it carefully off me, tossing it in the trash on the way to the restroom to wash up.

The Latino is gone by the time I emerge.  The other men just look at me.  Some even go so far as covering their dicks with their hands.  As if I might ravage them.

I sit and stroke.  Nothing else happens.  I go home, rather blue balled.

And it started so well…

 

A Cruisy Playspace Re-opens: An Anal Evening (conclusion)

 Lansing—August, 2025

(This picks up where the last post left off…)

I finish my dinner, sitting in my car, and read for a bit.  I drive in search of coffee.  By 8pm, I am ready to go back inside.  The parking lot is now all but full.  In I go.  The man at the desk doesn’t bother to check his list—he remembers me.

The feel has changed.  There is much more of a pronounced air of sexual excitement.  There are two hetro couples in the first lounge watching the bisexual porn and chatting to interested men.  I go to the lounge showing the bad gay porn.  I stroll around the glory hole booths.  A white man, likely in his mid-50’s, beckons me into one of the booths.  He is stroking his dick—and in moments, he is stroking mine. 

And he keeps stroking.  Truly caressing.  But I’d like his mouth on me.  So, to change things up, I start to kneel to suck him.  He stops me.  “No rush,” he tells me.  But he takes the hint and goes down on me.  He’s great.  Guys pass and linger to watch my cock being sucked.  He invites other men to take a turn, but not a single guy does.  They stroke my chest or heft my balls, but no one is brave enough to kneel with the other guy.

I let him keep working on me, warning him I’m not going to shoot anytime soon.  Refreshingly, he is fine with that.  And keeps giving me really good head. 

We finally go our separate ways.  I go back to the other lounge.  Two crossdressers are now here—actively sucking cock on opposite sides of the room.  The hetro couple has vacated the main couch and a cute guy in his thirties is sitting there.  Totally naked, but for designer briefs.  He beckons me over.  I stand at the end of the couch, my hard dick swaying at face level. 

“May I?”

I nod.  He sucks.  He’s good, too.  I sigh with contentment.  He suggests I sit.  I do.  I fondle his growing package as he leans over to continue sucking me.  A stream of men pass us.  All smile or nod or smirk.  One stays, moving to the side of the couch.  He kneads his crotch, but never takes his dick out.  The guys here seem to be total exhibitionists or incredibly private—no in between.

The young guy wants my load.  And tells me so.  I tell him I can’t cum this fast.  He’s not pissed, but not pleased, either.  I let him go for a bit longer, but then escape into the dark room behind us. 

The room is empty.  I sit on the comfortable chair.  I hear a man come in.  He comes around the partition and sees my shadowy form.  Soft light coming through the glory hole shines right on my dick.  He sighs, kneels and takes me to the root.  He is sucking me like a man possessed—and stroking his own cock just as fast.  Suddenly, he straightens up.  He turns slightly so he won’t shoot his load on me.  I squirm around and swallow his dick head just before the blast.  He gasps—then groans out his orgasm.  I swallow a mega pent-up load.  He moans his thanks as I lick him clean…

*

The first guy from after dinner finds me wandering and we sit in the main lounge, on the side couch.  Now he sucks my cock in public.  He loves showing off.  This time there is no trying to get other men to join him.  He’s so good, I just let him work on me as I watch porn or the two CD’s work the room.  We break, only when he needs to go piss.

I wander.  I stumble on a third cross dresser on the fuck bench.  Her blond wig hides her face.  Her short skirt is pulled up.  There is a deliberate tear in the panty hose—exposing a hairy man’s ass up for the taking.

The bench and the sling are both in wire cages so people can watch, but not crowd the action.  I step in.  I stroke the hairy ass.  I get an encouraging moan.  I kneel and begin licking the tight pucker.  I spit and tongue fuck the hot ass.

Guys are surrounding the cage.  One sticks his dick through it—but he’s nowhere close to the CD’s mouth.  I stand up.

“Fuck that ass!” says the guy, pulling his dick back out so he can stroke it.

I enter the tight hole.  I hear a grunt.  But it’s one of approval—and lust.  Soon the CD is panting as I begin a slow in and out.  I all but pull out and drizzle more lube on my cock.  I fuck it into the hungry hole, coating it with slick liquid.  It’s easier now.  I begin a harder fuck.

“Breed that ass,” the guy stroking to us chortles.

“You like cum in your hole?” I ask the CD.

I get no response.  Just more moans. 

The guy watching gestures that he wants to join.  I am fine with that and indicate the entrance behind me.  He comes in.  I slip out of the hairy hole…and he pushes in.  I see some dirt on my cock—and go wash.

They are both gone by the time I come back…

*

I wander.  I check the dark room.  The blond CD is here.  Waiting to suck.  “Here,” I whisper.  This is the first cock who fucked you.”

I don’t even get a murmur.  Just some barely adequate head.  I take off as I hear someone else come in.

I wander.  I have my dick sucked through a glory hole.  I haven’t a clue who it is, other than they moan the entire time.

I find the guy who was first in the evening session, the expert sucker.  He wants some more of my dick.  This time I am standing in the dark room.  He kneels and uses his talented tongue.  I let him be in charge for a bit—and then I fuck his face.  This is new.  He pants louder, not used to not being in control.  I pull out, lift my balls sack up and pull his mouth onto my cock ring there.  “Now lick!”

But he can’t as he’s shooting all over the floor.  I go to my haunches and clean up his cock.  He bats me on the arm and mutters “Thanks…love your dick” before going out the door…

*

I wander.  I’m thinking it’s time to get off and go home.  No one else has gotten on either the sling or the bench.  I sit on the back stairs, behind the glory hole booths, right where I started.  A young man in a puppy mask finds me.  The masks are not my usual thing.  But I can tell he’s slender, medium height, with small hands.

“May I?” he asks.

“Sure…”

He kneels in front of me.  One hand strokes me, the other raises his mask just enough so his mouth is free.  He bends and takes me in his mouth.  I close my eyes so I don’t see the puppy, but just feel the warm, wet mouth.  This kid is good.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  His tongue is active.  He remembers my balls.

He pulls off me, panting.  “Daddy, tell me you fuck with this cock!”

“I do…”

“Fuck me!”

He leads me into one of the currently empty glory hole booths.  He leans on the wall jutting his ass out towards me.  I kneel.  I pull down the jeans, revealing a hot, hairless butt in a designer jock.  I begin to eat his butt.  Hungrily.

He groans.  “It’s so long since anyone’s eaten my ass.  Fuck!!”

This, of course, only keeps my tongue up his butt longer.  He is delicious.  And my tongue is making his ass produce his own lube, he’s so turned on by the invasion into his hole.

I stand up.  My cock slips into him.  He gasps.  One hand goes from the wall to his own dick.  He kneads the pouch, not jerking.

“I want your load, Daddy…” he pants.

“And you’re going to get it…”

I build up the pace.  I am slamming into his cute butt.  The slapping noises of skin on skin fill the little room.

And I’m there.  I push deep—and unload into him.  Every drop my cock can squeeze out.  I hold onto him, letting my cock marinate in his wet butt.  We disengage.  He pulls off his mask altogether to clean my cock.  He works to get every drop.

He stands up.  He’s a handsome young man.  I wonder if he likes to kiss…

He does…sharing the juices he’s just sucked off my cock…

A Cruisy Playspace Re-opens: An Oral Afternoon (Part One)

 Lansing—August, 2025

Quite some time back, the bookstore—almost a bathhouse—in Michigan’s capital, where I used to play occasionally, suffered a fairly major fire.  It closed, of course.  Management insisted it would be rebuilt.  The online consensus was that it would never re-open.  It took a very long time, but it opened again on the fourth of July.  I was there by August 2, to see the new renovation.

It’s expensive.  But your ticket is good for all day, with in and out privileges.  I packed my dinner in my cooler and got there by mid-afternoon…

 

The entrance used to lead into a typical sex toy store.  Now it’s a lounge with a pool table and a few other games, including a porn screen and comfortable seating.  Behind the cashier, there are lockers for rent if you need to ditch clothing.  There are two entrances to the back play area, one at the new locker area and the door that has always led there.  I went in the old entrance.

The playspace is smaller now.  (The area that was down the ramp is closed, but being worked on.)  The interior lounge with three porn screens is still in place.  There is a new dark area off of this, where there is a gloryhole and a comfortable chair. The sling that was in another corner of the lounge has moved, giving way to two more secluded nooks to play in.  I went down the corridor to the bigger room, passing the doors of private rooms you can rent.  The original rest room is still there—and another one has been added.

In the main room are couches to watch the gay porn screen, about six booths with gloryholes connecting them.  Next to the booths is the sling, a fuckbench and a cross.  A door leads to an outdoor smoking area.

I sit with a few other men and try the gay porn.  I hate it.  I wander the booths.  No one there.  I sit on some steps that are at the end of the row of booths.  Nothing but a dark area.  And me.  In moments, the milling men find my hard cock out.

A granddad in a checked shirt kneels and gives me some great head.  Soon we have a man watching.  Now two.  A third arrives and his hands are all over my chest.  Now a fourth.  He’s the only one younger than me.  He takes his cock out and strokes to the guy giving me head.  The younger man is standing to my side; it’s easy to fondle his balls as he strokes.  Now he drops his pants.  He’s a bigger guy—his ass is wide and hairless.  My finger finds his pucker.  He begins to pant.

My sucker pulls off my cock.  “He needs this cock up there, man.”

The younger guy nods.  I stand up.  It’s crowded, but the now five onlookers give me room.  The guy bends, using the steps I was sitting on for balance.  I want to eat his ass, but there’s no room to maneuver.  I lube my cock and slide into him.

He groans.

“Take that big dick,” says my cocksucker, who seems to know the guy.

I begin a slow pump.  The guy can’t stop jerking his cock as I fuck.  It’s all over in a heartbeat—he sprays his load all over the steps.

Instantly, the crowd who witnessed it all, is gone…

*

I move to the new dark room off the original lounge.  It’s pitch black.  At first, I think no one is here.  But there are three men—each leaning on a different wall.  Waiting.  But no one makes any kind of move.  But I do.  I move carefully to the comfortable chair.  The glory hole is right there, but no one moves to use it.  But I hear zippers open.  A man comes around the partition and offers me his cock.  He has a very hard six incher.  In moments, he groans and fills my mouth with cum.  I swallow and clean him up.  He leaves.  I wait for the other two…but both chicken out…

*

I am sitting in the gay porn area, near the booths.  A handsome man of maybe 35 is watching me.  He is medium height, nicely built and kneading his crotch.  His ebony skin is in wonderful contrast to the blindingly white T-shirt he wears.  He stares.

I nod back.  I get up and go into a booth.  I am ready for his cock to come through any of the holes in the wall from the adjoining booths.  Instead, all of him comes through the door and pulls me into a tight embrace.  Now, he grabs my cock and just holds it.  I feel his through the denim.  I can feel it pulse under the fabric.

I go to my knees and unzip.  He unbuttons his jeans at the waist and shoves them down.  His cock is rock hard.  A generous seven incher, with foreskin.  He sighs as I take him into my mouth.

“Damn, Daddy…”

He finally sits on the stool so he can relax as I keep sucking.  Siting gives me perfect access to his musky balls.  I clean them and suck them gently.  He moans each time a hairy orb is pulled into my mouth.  And the action makes his cock drool.  I lick up his shaft and swallow it down.

Suddenly, he stands up.  I think I’ve done something wrong.  But no, he makes me take his place on the stool.  He kneels and slowly takes my dick in his mouth.  He’s good, if a little tentative.  I undo my pants, and slide them down, mimicking him, wanting to give him access to my balls.  He groans as he licks them.  So do I.  He keeps on licking.

He comes up for air, looking right at me.  “Do…you kiss?” he whispers. 

I nod.  He stands up, pulling me up to.  We kiss….long and lingering…

We take turns on each other again and again.  But neither of us can get off—and neither of us care…

*

I go to the front dark room again.  The men sitting watching the porn are very aware that I have gone in.  I sit, alone in the darkness.  In moments, a cock comes through the glory hole.  I can tell instantly he’s a smoker.  But I power through and get a load.  I swallow quickly.

He leaves.  I hear another man come in.  He comes around the partition.  He has a vibrating cock ring on.  It’s actually feels sort of good to feel the vibrations going through his dick as I suck.  He unloads in record time.

Man Three wants to suck me.  I stand up and he sits where I’ve been sitting.  He keeps moaning about my ‘big dick.’  Suddenly, I can tell he’s about to cum.  I pull out of his mouth, bend and find his cock just in time.  Another load.  Saving him from making a mess.

I walk around the entire space.  The men are gone—it’s dinner time.  No wonder I had so many men in a row—they were all due home.

I go out to my car.  I eat and read.  I can’t wait to see what Saturday night will bring…