Rudy Welcomes Me To New Jersey with His Talented Ass

 Jersey City—January, 2025

 

After the great sex detailed in the last post, I took off the next day to help my brother pack for his move to Michigan.  The plan was for me to fly in, help pack for a week and then drive he and his partner to their new home in the Great Lake State.  I had talked to Rudy, and with the original plan, it looked like I would likely have time to play with him twice (the second being a trip into the city to Manhole, a large fisting party.) 

It didn’t work that way.  Things were moving faster for the pack than any of us envisaged.  We were ready to leave New Jersey much sooner.  Thankfully, I went to Rudy’s the first night I arrived.  It was our only chance to play…

 

I walk the few short blocks to his apartment.  It is a beautiful building, likely built a hundred years ago. Rudy opens the door, a big grin on his face.  He is a young looking 50-something, lean and fresh from the shower.  We hug.  We sit a moment, playing with his cat and talking out some of the stress that I am already feeling at my brother’s.  Soon enough, we are in his bedroom.  (The cat is not happy that she is excluded from our time together.)  The sling is set up in the picture window nook.  A neoprene sheet is on the bed.

I strip and Rudy jumps in the sling, presenting the wonderful curves of his ass for my inspection.  I kneel and push my face between his spread cheeks.  My tongue finds his warm hole and I begin to tongue fuck it.  I slobber and spit, poking it into him.  Rudy groans and begins talking nasty, telling me what he feels about what I’m doing to him.

I stand up and slide my greased cock into his wet ass.  He takes me easily.  He begins to whimper—in a good way.  He tells me how good it feels to have Daddy back in his boy hole.  I fuck him slowly.  Easing into him.  Opening his hole for more to come.

When I finally stop the anal assault, he wants to taste my cock.  He gets out of the sling and kneels in front of me.  He reaches for the Jennings mouth gag.  He snaps it in place, with the metal device holding his mouth open.  He nods and I push my dick into his restrained jaw.  I fuck his face for a moment.  I could wish that it was one more rachet open.  I keep catching myself on a tooth.  But it makes Rudy incredibly hard as I fuck his face.

Soon enough, he’s back in the sling.  I am eating out his freshly fucked hole.  I fuck it again.  And start fingering him, the moment I pull out.  Two, then three.  Work them slowly in a circular move.  Add a fourth.  Do it all again.  Two.  Three.  Four and now the thumb.  Widening his hole for my hand.  Rudy is lost in sensation.  He babbles and moans.

After three or four finger stretches, my left hand disappears into him.  I move it slowly in a semi-circle and pull it out.  My cock replaces it.  I fuck.  He welcomes the breather.  But my fingers are right back at his hole, with his vocal encouragement.  Three.  Four. The fist.  Rotate slowly.  Now add two fingers from the right hand for the biggest stretch yet.  Rudy pants.

I pull out and fuck him again.  Slowly. Giving his hole a break.  As I exit, I piss a little on his gaping pucker.  I clean him up with my tongue and fuck him once more…

*

Rudy and taken my left repeatedly.  I try for my right, the bigger hand.  I do all the same stretching with it.  It goes in…but it doesn’t feel right for either of us.  His ass loves my left hand, how it is positioned in him.  So I go back to it.  Now it’s all about my hand in him.  The slow opening of my fingers to touch his second hole.  To push into it, moving at the tiniest increments.  But I get there.  And the joy on his face is worth it.

I give him a breather.  We talk on the bed for a moment.  He has had as long as day as I have.  He gets back in the sling, but we both agree we should wrap this session up.  I work my left hand into him once more.  I do the extra two fingered stretch with the right.  I push my cockhead into him.  No shaft, just the flared head disappears.  My hand squeezes the drooling head inside him before I pull out.

“Suck my dick as you fist me,” he suggests.

I bend and take his semi-hard cock in my mouth.  I feel it harden as I move my hand deep inside him.  I pull my hand out to work it in once more, still bent over and licking his dick.  He is hard now.  Two fingers. Three.  Four. The fist glides in.  And he erupts.  It’s a big load and I swallow all of it.  He begs for me to stop but I only work my hand out of him, I insist on licking up every drop of semen off his spent dick…

 

Little did we know, at that moment, that we wouldn’t get our second play session.  But it was great for my brother to get out faster.

And this is not a farewell fuck and fist with Rudy.  The good news is that his parents live in Indiana.  We are already talking of me setting up my sling and rimseat in a motel nearby and him flying home a day earlier than usual. 

Though I will miss seeing his cat.

 

For other adventures with Rudy and a picture of the Jenning’s Mouth Gag, hit the New Jersey label at the end of this post.

The Right Men in the Right Place at the Right Time

 Near Home—January, 2025

I love going to my local bookstore for variety.  And for the unexpected.  You never quite know what will happen or who will be there.  I went on the Tuesday before I was due to fly out on Thursday to help my brother move.  Frankly, I wasn’t expecting much…

 

The parking lot is all but deserted.  Still, I go in, pay the admission and walk into the theatre.  Two very old men are here, side by side, and doing nothing but watching the straight video.  I sit off to the side so I can easily see both screens.  My cock swells and I liberate it.  And stroke.  The old men see me do it, but pretend they don’t.

And then things start to change.  The Voyeur comes in.  He sits close to the all-male video, around the corner and out of sight of the two men and in full view of me on the opposite wall.  He takes out his long, thin cock, shoving his trousers to his ankles.  It is already hard.  He gestures for me to join him.  And as he doesn’t suck, I know what’s expected of me.

I get up and go over, hidden from view now from the old men.  I kneel and begin working on the Voyeur’s dick.  It is always juicy and today is no exception. He sighs.  I take a break from the shaft and lick his big balls.  They are slightly sweaty.  And delicious.  The Voyeur scoots down in his seat so I can get under his balls.  I lick his perineum.  He moans.  Loudly.  My tongue flicks slightly lower.  He hunches down even more.  I’ve told him in the past I’d love to rim him, and it looks like he is taking me up on it.  My tongue flicks across his hole.  His sharp intake of breath is just what I want to hear.  I do it again.

And the Voyeur stands up, turns around and kneels on the wide chair.  I pull his ass cheeks apart and give him the best rim job I can.  He is slightly sweaty here, too, but it enhances my pleasure.  I lick and spit noisily.  The old men must guess what’s happening.  I burrow into his tight pucker and he gasps.   Repeatedly.  I fuck him with my tongue. 

We only stop because he can’t stay in the position any more.  He pulls me up off my feet to hug me.  “Good?” I ask. 

“I’d fuckin’ marry you for that tongue.”

The door opens.

A hot, cubby Latino I have never seen before comes to our corner.  He goes right to the Voyeur, who is sitting now, and kneels.  He begins to suck him.  I sit across from them and watch. 

“Will you fuck me?” Cubby Latino asks.

The Voyeur nods and stands up, digging in his pocket for a condom.  I idly wonder what changed while I was away in Indiana.  Was the Voyeur given permission by his partner to fuck with a rubber in place?  For the year-and-a-half I’ve known him, he has gone from just watching, to getting sucked by me, to getting sucked by anyone he chooses and now is fucking covered.

The Voyeur rolls a condom on his dick, but Cubby Latino refuses to have latex in his ass.  The Voyeur points to me.  “He’ll give you what you want.”

Cubby Latino comes over and sees the size of my cock.  He kneels instantly and begins sucking me.  He is good.   He does my balls without asking, idly stroking my shaft as he licks them.  “This is gonna feel great in my hole,” he murmurs.

But he wants to use the bathroom to fuck.  He’s shy.  I get him to agree to bend over in the corner away from the older men.  He kneels on the chair, now stripped below the waist.  His full ass is inviting and the moment my tongue pokes his pucker he is moaning.  I bury my face in his ample ass.  He is not particularly hairy, but there is just enough in his crack for me to make wet, so I can plaster the ebony hair to his skin.

I hear the door open, but don’t bother to look up.  But soon there are feet right by us.  I glance up—it is Cute College Kid and he has his dick out and is feeding the man I am rimming.  I grin at him and continue.  Soon, I stand up, my dripping cock lubed and ready.

“You want this up you raw?”

Cubby Latino pulls off Cute College Kid’s dick and says, “Fuck yes! It’s why I take PrEP.”

I smile and push into him.  He is tighter than I predicted.  I work into him carefully.  Cubby Latino stops sucking, concentrating on being a good bottom for me.  He wills his hole to relax.  It does, but not much.  I fuck him slowly, watching Cute College Kid stroking to the fuck.  I build up to a good speed.  Cubby Latino pants.  He moans a little—and then, way too soon, asks me to stop.  I do. He goes and sits right under the TV showing the gay porn, putting his pants back on.

“Lick my ass.”

Cute College Kid drops his pants and steps out of them.  He kneels on the same chair freshly vacated by the other bottom.  He presents his petite butt to me.  I kneel and eat him out with pleasure.  The Voyeur is right there, stroking fast.  I lick and spit and poke it into his hole.

“You want my cock?”

CCK nods.  I stand up and work into the second tight hole of the day.  He takes two thirds of my length.  I know not to try for more.  I do a shallow fuck.  Cubby Latino stands up and strokes his thick uncut cock to the rutting.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot,” moans CCK.  “Ya want it?”

Knowing the answer he pulls off my dick, turns and presents me with his thin cock.  He is holding it in a death grip to keep back the cum.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  Instantly, he explodes.  Giving me his hot sperm down my throat.

I sit for a moment.  CCK, always good for two, is taking Cubby Latino back to the corner and starts to suck him.  The Voyeur has met a new comer and leads him into the bathroom to fuck.  I sit and watch CCK and CL as I stroke my dick.  They go back and forth, trading oral. 

Cubby Latino asks for a break.  Cute College Kid comes back to me.  “I have another load for you, if you eat my ass a little more.”

Are there sweeter words in the English language?  Likely, but not today.  He kneels on a chair; I kneel on the floor.  It takes no time at all.  I go deeper into his ass this time as my cock has left him gaping just a little.  He bucks against my tongue, grinding his tiny ass into my face and beard. 

And that’s it.  He spins around.  “Take it!”  He just makes it into my mouth.  His second load is every bit as big—as only young men can shoot.  He lets me get every last drop off his cock before he pulls out of my mouth and takes off.

I sit.  But not alone for more than two minutes.  The guys who fucked in the bathroom come out; the Voyeur continues out the main door and his bottom, a big beefy guy, makes a beeline to me.  “I need to get off.  He said you’d suck me.” He gestures vaguely in the direction of the departing Voyeur.  I slip out of my chair to my knees.  It’s a fat dick with lots of foreskin.  But I have no time to really explore it.  He is more than ready to shoot.  He fills my mouth with rather acrid jizz.  It’s almost equal to Cute College Kid’s jizz load. 

As I stand up, he looks at my big dick.  “My girlfriend would love that.  You swing both ways?” 

I nod and say “Sometimes…” 

“I’ll ask her.”  He goes off.  (I have seen him since with no mention of her answer….)

The room is still for the first time since I arrived.  It’s only Cubby Latino and myself.  He comes and sits next to me.  “I’m sorry about before.  I get nervous with other guys around.  Want to try again?”

I do.

He strips, naked.  He puts one knee on the seat and keeps the other on the floor.  I eat his ass.  Now that we are alone, he is incredibly responsive, both vocally and physically.  He grinds his full butt against my face.  He moans as my tongue works on opening his hole.  I moan as my tongue goes into it and he clamps down on me.

Alone, this guy is totally different.  I stand up and slide in.  His hole flowers open and he takes me deep on the first stroke.

“Damn! Fuck me with that big dick.”

I begin a hard fuck.  It builds and builds.  And he is egging me on, telling me to fuck his hole.  How he wants my load.  How I can use him anyway I want…

My hand slaps his full butt cheek.  He moans and his ass clasps my cock tightly.  I do it again.  His ass squeezes me once more.  I begin fucking in earnest.

“I know you want my load…” I grunt out.

“Fuck, yes!”

I slow down.  A slow in and out.  Deliberate. 

It makes him whimper. 

“Daddy, fuck me hard and breed me…”

I pick up the pace.  I am now fucking him hard and fast—and his thrusting back on me is in perfect sync. 

“Give it to me!”

And I do.  I thrust deep and shoot.  Again and again.

I marinate in his hole for a long time.  When I pull out a tiny trickle of white jizz escapes.  I catch it on my middle finger and feed it to him…

"You're Tasting Some Guy's Ass..."

 Near Home—January, 2025

 After the great sex with Joseph’s furry butt, spelled out in the last post, you would have thought I would be satisfied.  But it just made me want more.  So, off I went to the bookstore, that Friday afternoon...

 

There are six men here; I make seven.  I sit and open my fly.  The couple who come here to watch the other suck cock are sitting at opposite ends of the room.  The one with the shaved head is on me the moment I’m fully hard.  He is good, but his mild-mannered partner is even better.  The moment the shaved head man gets up, the partner is there to take me to the root effortlessly.  Both know I am not likely to shoot and are fine with that.  They love the feel of a big dick in their mouth and throat, so much so, Shaved Head comes back for round two.

The couple leaves, having likely sampled every man in the room but the one who won’t unzip.  Four of us stroke to the porn.  The other guy, with his hands over his crotch, falls asleep.  Eventually, I get up and suck a man around my age.  It’s a smallish cock.  My tongue works all over him.  He likes my mouth and gives me a load.

As I get up, the door opens.  It’s the guy who shoots in 15 seconds.  He sees me, comes over, bares his cock, takes a hit of poppers and, in 15 seconds, I have a big load of jizz in my mouth.

He leaves. 

I stroke.

The men change as we move to late afternoon.  The top who is always on his phone gets off it and actually fucks the Mexican who never cleans out.  I am surprised.  By both actions.

There is also an appearance from Nine Inch Stroker.  He shows off for about 20 minutes and leaves.

And it peters out…guys leave…and so do I.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

The next day I had scheduled Keith in the playroom.  You will remember him from these pages—most likely from the time when I included Tall Top and Tim in the mix—and then again when the same foursome was at Keith’s house, doing it all over again.

He sent me a text that morning. Before I looked at it, I braced myself for a cancellation.  He wrote that he wanted to be fucked in public.  Could we try that bookstore I’d mentioned to him?  I said sure and gave him the address…

 

I walk in.  The feeling is much cruiser today.  The couple is here again, too, working the room.  I let Shaved Head warm me up.  The tall Blond who loses control when he takes poppers is here.  He begs me to fuck him.  I tell him I’m waiting for a friend.  He doesn’t believe me, but at that moment Keith walks in.  Just like me, he’s wearing clothes he doesn’t care about.  He looks hot, even in ripped jeans and a black hoodie.  Guys around the room are envious as he makes a beeline to my exposed dick, kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He sucks me.  Making noises of pleasure.  Showing off.  Taking me to the root so his handsome face is pressed into my pubes.

I tell Keith to get undressed.  He does, naked but for the running shoes he slips back on.  He kneels on the chair.  I go to the floor and eat his ass.  He moans. One of the spectators stands up to get a better look at us.  I slurp and spit, before I stand up.  My wet cock slaps Keith’s hot butt.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” the spectator whispers.  I nod to him and poke my wet helmet head into Keith.  He groans.  I inch into his ass.  Slowly.  Until I am all the way in.  Keith pants.  His ass relaxes—and I begin to fuck.  With the position we are in, my hips slap his ass, making a lot of noise. 

Tall Blond stands up and comes over to watch the fuck.  He jerks his hard dick.  “I wish that was me…” 

“Stick your cock in his mouth,” I snap.  I don’t expect him to do it, but he does.  Now Keith has two dicks in him.  He’s got just what he wanted.  He fucks back on my cock as he swallows Tall Blond to the root.

I pull out of him and eat his hole again.  Tall Blond heads to the restroom.  I wonder if he’s shot, but I don’t pause to find out.  I eat the freshly fucked hole.  Keith moans, deep in his throat.  I spit one last time into his hole and stand up.  I slide in again.

This time, it is Shaved Head who gets his cock sucked as I fuck.  I am pleased the shy partner stands up, comes closer and gropes himself as he sees Keith work on his man’s meat.  I slap Keith’s ass, the sound filling the smallish room.

We take a break.  Keith sits back in the chair next to me, a little winded.  His phone goes off.  He scrambles for it, in the pile of clothes in the next chair.  He answers it and takes it, still naked, to the bathroom that is in this space.

A few minutes later, he comes back and gets dressed.  A work emergency.  He needs to leave.  We are both disappointed.  He gives my shoulder a squeeze and takes off.

I stay in my chair, my cock out.  I stroke to the nastier straight porn. 

The door opens.  A man of around the same build and type as Keith walks in, wearing a similar black hoodie.  He comes straight for my cock.  I know it isn’t Keith, but the man looks like the rough trade version of him.  A man who’s lived a harder life.  He goes to his knees and sucks my cock.  He’s great.  And he can’t get enough of it.  He unzips and takes out a fat slab of meat to stroke as he sucks.

The man comes up for air.  “You taste so good,” he grates out.

Tall Blond, sitting a chair away, says, “You’re tasting some guy’s ass on his dick!”

Instead of getting upset, the guy moans and swallows me down again.  He loves the idea.  Or the flavor.  Or both.  I know how good Keith’s hole tastes, so I can only agree.  Suddenly the new man stands up and his cock erupts.  He shoots his huge load on the floor.  He crams his still dripping dick into his pants and takes off.

Things quiet down.  I stroke.

A regular I have known for years comes in.  I haven’t seen him in this new space.  We chat.  We exchange blow jobs.  He gives me his watery load, never getting fully hard.

Now I want to fuck again—and the only man there looking for that is the Tall Blond.  He’s an asshole, but I might as well make his day.

“You want my load in your ass?” I ask him.

His response is to drop his pants and bend over.  I don’t rim him.  I just re-grease my cock and push in.

“Fuck, yes, stud.  Breed me!”

I begin to pump.  “You really want it?”

“You know I do…”

I fuck harder.  “Squeeze down on me!” 

He’s gone very slack.  He begins to milk the invading dick.  And moan, huffing poppers.

I slow down.  Long strokes.  Almost all the way out before slamming back into him.

“Use my fuckin’ ass…”

“Want my cum?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Say it!”  I am in full Dom mode with this guy.

“I want your cum in my ass.  Fill me up.”  And the afterthought: “Sir!”

That does it.  I begin to fire into his ass.  Blast after blast…

A New Furry Ass Visits the Playroom

 My Playroom—January, 2025

One of my informal New Year’s resolutions was to get more men to my playroom.  It can be a hassle.  I have found online connections tend to fall through more often than they work.  After my fun Sunday at the bookstore, Monday was supposed to be a new piss recruit in the playroom.  A no show; “too nervous” he told me when I checked in again when I hadn’t gotten his text saying he was on the road.  Tuesday, I had scheduled a man traveling to see his family in Michigan.  He did not show up either, never even checking into the site for ten days.  (Weeks later he apologized—too much family time.)  So, I wasn’t counting on the guy I had lined up for Thursday.  I was pleasantly surprised.

Joseph had just moved to the area.  He wanted piggy play and wasn’t finding it.  My profile drew him in.  He arrived right on time.  I liked what I saw as I answered the door—he’s late 30’s, medium height, bordering on being a cub in build and very hairy.  He has a terrific grin—and it never left his face as he looked at me, the playroom with all the mirrors and then the porn on the television.  He quickly stripped to a jock and left on his socks as the floor was cool.  He came over to where I was standing…

 

He touches my chest tentatively.  My hands find his hairy ass.  His arms go around me as I pull him closer and begin to knead the mounds of flesh.  He looks up for a tentative kiss.  It ends far from tentative.  Both our tongues are active and wanting more.

“I want to suck that big dick.”

I lean against the fuck bench.  He kneels on the matted floor.  He inhales the scent emanating from the yellow jock.  He licks it a few times, before pulling it to the side so he can nuzzle my balls.  Now he groans.  He licks them until they are dripping with his spit.  My cock is hard and stretching the cotton pouch of the jock into obscene angles.  He works it free.  It slaps him under the chin.  He opens his mouth and takes me to the root on the first go.  He’s great.  No teeth.  He pulls off me, panting.  He catches his breath and begins to suck my dick in earnest.  His tongue can’t stay out of my piss slit.

“I need to taste that furry butt.”

I get him up on the bench and kneel behind him.  His butt cheeks are plumb and furry.  I spread them with my hands and my tongue finds his hole.  He moans the moment I touch it.  I begin licking up and down his crack, burrowing into him every time my tongue passes his pucker.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I do it.  I stand up and work the head of my cock into him for the first time.  He moans.  I move slowly as he’s tighter than I expect after all my spit.

“I think I’d relax more in the sling.”

We make the change, getting his feet up in the stirrups.  I kneel and eat him out again, adding fresh lube to my cock.  I stand and almost effortlessly push into his hole.  It clings to my dick.  I love seeing all the hair there get wet with lube and cling to my shaft.

I bottom out and hold.  He nods, ready for the fuck—and sees the mirror above him.  His eyes open wide.  He watches my dick pull back and move into his again.  And again.  Harder.  Slightly faster.  I watch him watching himself.  His mouth is open and panting.  I build to a hard first fuck.

I stop.  Pull out and eat his hole again.  This makes him moan.  I love that he is a good self-luber.  I lick and spit noisily.  I rise up, insert and fuck him again.  His eyes still on the mirror, until they roll back into his head in pleasure.  I stop and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cranes around and sucks his ass jizz off my dick.  I reward him when he’s done with a harder fuck—and another taste.  He cleans me and it makes his own cock leak.  I bend over and kiss him, sharing the juices he’s savored off my dick.

I kneel between his splayed legs once more.  I rim his hole.  I stand up, slap my cock on his jock pouch and begin to piss.  It sluices down his ass crack. When it subsides, I kneel again and lick him clean.  He is moaning.  “Love it…”

I stand up and fuck.  I move around, bringing him my wet cock once more, seeing if he likes the slight piss flavor now added.  He does.  He cleans me and begs for more.

I take a long swig of tea before licking his fucked-out hole.  He loves how much warmer my tongue is from the tea.  I spit my warmer than usual saliva into him and stand up.

I fuck him. Hard.  The chains rattle and the frame sways.  I suddenly stop dead, still inside him.

“Feel that?”

He nods, not quite sure.  Then it’s obvious that I am pissing deep inside his hole.  I do a gentle fuck motion, still pissing.  He gasps, loving it.  As the stream runs dry, I fuck hard, churning the piss inside him.  Some slops to the towel below us, making a hot, sloshing sound.  I pull out and watch some piss drip out of him.  I go to my knees and lick it up.  He instinctively pushes and a jet of piss is shot into my mouth from his ass. 

He pants and I moan and swallow…

*

I am in the sling.  I need to change the pace of things.  He is kneeling and licking my balls and perineum.  Occasionally, he stands up to take my cock deep in his throat.  It doesn’t last long, but it is a great relaxer.

I get up and out of the sling.  He starts to get in it and I stop him.  “I want you on the rimseat.”  I pull it out and unfold the mat to lie on.  “I’m going to eat your hole” I tell him as I lie down.  “Don’t reach forward and try to play with my cock as it will pull you off my face.  When ever you feel like it, go ride my cock for a bit and then sit back up here.”

He looks excited.  I wonder if he’s been on one before.  He sits gingerly on the seat.  My tongue goes deep.  He gasps.  A few stray drops of piss drip into my mouth.  I am surprised there isn’t more.  But it makes the rimjob hotter for both of us.

Suddenly, he stands up.  Facing away from me, he squats over my slick dick.  He sits on me and rides me expertly.  He pounds himself down on my cock until he is moaning.  “I could shoot so easily…” he mutters.

But he doesn’t.  He stands up and sits back down on the seat, his full ass all but cutting off my air.  His hole is now incredibly juicy with his own ass jizz, and my precum and remnants of my piss.  He groans again as my tongue digs into him.

I am close to shooting myself.  I tap his thighs and he stands up.  “I need to breed.”

Joseph jumps into the sling.  His ankles go to the poles.  “I would love to shoot first, is that ok?”

I nod.  His hand pulls back the fabric pouch and grabs his wet dick.  I eat his ass.  In moments, he moans and I know he is shooting a thick white load on his hairy chest.  I stand up and bend, tasting his cream.  I smear some on my cock and push in. 

His cock bounces, still hard, as I fuck.  Harder and harder.

It takes no time at all before I am shooting deep into his guts, jet after jet of pent-up cum…

"Anything, Daddy..."

 I am back.  Earlier than expected.  Everything went fairly smoothly as I drove my brother and his partner from New Jersey to Michigan.  They sent me home early, though there is a lot of unpacking still to do.  I am glad they are here, near the rest of the family—though it will be a huge adjustment after most of their adult years in NYC and later in Jersey City as prices drove them out of Manhattan.

But back to my dick… 

When we last met, I had had a fun Sunday afternoon getting inside Derrick and Jacob.  The next few days were all about doing ‘life things’ so I’d be ready to leave at the end of the month.  I went in search of some fun on Thursday…

 

Near Home—January, 2025

I am in the new theatre at the bookstore closest to me.  There are a smattering of men around—all watching the guy I’d christened Nine Incher masturbate to straight porn.  He loves showing it off.  He makes eye contact with no one.  After a good 20 minutes, he looks at his vibrating phone, takes it (and his swinging cock) into the bathroom to answer it.  In moments we hear him washing up and he leaves.

I move to his chair.  The door opens and the guy who claimed “I took it all” when I fucked him (and I had maybe three inches inside him) arrives.  He instantly kneels and gives me head.  Usually he uses his hand, only taking the head of my dick in his mouth.  Not today.  He is more varied.  And it feels good…

And I took no other notes other than saying: “I know there was more…but ???”  Typing this, I hoped I might remember.  Not a thing comes to mind…

 

Jackson and Near Home—January, 2025

I waited until Saturday to have sex again.  I wanted to do the active Saturday at the bookstore that has gloryhole booths, curtained cabanas and the medical exam table.  I went.  It was busy.  I saw the Choker, lurking and sucking others.  I watched some porn until I was rampant.  I got some head as I sat there.  I got up and went up to the slurp ramp.  All the holes but one were busy.  I stuck my dick through it.  A man grabbed it and gave it a hard twist.  I cried out in surprise and true pain.  He let go.  I slammed my fist against the plywood and went off to calm down and see what damage he'd done to me.  There was nothing physical to be seen.  But I was angry.  Really angry.  I got in my car to go home—but I drove to my usual haunt instead.

On entering I gave head to a larger guy—the only guy with his dick out.  I didn’t touch myself.  But I got hard as I worked on him and it felt normal.  Just then, he shot his watery load down my throat.

A good looking stranger arrived.  He pulled out a cock just slightly smaller than mine, but with a delicious looking curve and huge balls.  He went to work on me and soon we were trading cock sucking skills.  My day was looking up.  Three men watched us.  Only one opened his fly—and the new guy did him, before coming back to me.  More men arrived, but all stayed zipped up.  This infuriated the guy with the curved dick and he stomped off to his car…

Another new arrival.  He is unknown to me.  Young (remember, young to me, is under 35) and doughy.  He can’t stop eyeing my cock.  He finally asks if he can suck me.  He does.  Really well.  He stops only so he won’t shoot himself.  He wanks for a bit and then sucks me again—right up until he’s afraid he’ll shoot.  He sits back down.  I am just about to go do the young man when the Choker arrives, having made the trip from the other venue.  He sees the kid and is on his knees instantly.  He gets the load in no time.

The Choker sucks me, of course.  We take a break.

I make the nod to a Black man I’ve never seen here before.  He nods back and points at my cock, squeezing his own hefty erection.  The Choker appears from a dark corner, kneels and takes the guy down his throat before I can get out of my chair.  I watch him take this guy’s load, too. 

Later, a hot young Latino come towards me, wanting some daddy dick.  The Choker sees him and crosses the room before going to his knees and taking me down.  I tell him to stop—but the Latino is put off.  He leaves the room.  And so it goes…The Choker acting unaware of what he’s doing…

I go home without shooting.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

I needed to drop a load.  And I’m not going to do it myself.  The next day, Sunday, I went once more to my local bookstore.  The stars aligned…

 

I sit in my regular seat where I can see both screens.  An older man I recognize from here is eyeing me.  I am intrigued by a young guy in his 30’s sitting in the corner next to an obese, older guy.  As I watch the younger man jerks off the older, coating his big belly with his cum.  They clean up with fast food napkins. 

The older guy is no longer eyeing me.  He moves to the young man.  They soon both have their cocks out and are giving each other hand jobs.  The young, thin one pauses his stroking of the other man to wave me over to them.  I get up and sit on the young man’s left.  Now he has a hard cock in both hands.

“You are so big,” he says in his outside voice.  He suddenly leans over and begins to suck me.  It’s an awkward angle.  So, he goes to the floor.  He is not great, but is very enthusiastic.  He finally stands up and waves his thin cock at me.  I suck him.  He moans.  My years of experience make him beg me to stop.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I stop and sit back down.  He strokes both cocks on either side of him again.  The older guy is stroking him.  I have my right hand on the young man’s balls.  He is very furry.

“Show me your ass.”

“I can’t get fucked.”

“I just want to see it.”

He stands up and drops his jeans to his ankles.  There is no underwear.  He is incredibly furry.  I run my hand over his hairy butt cheeks.  Somehow, I convince him to bend and let me lick his butt.  He bends and can’t stop jerking himself from the moment my tongue touches him.

He shoots in under five minutes as I lick up and down his furry crack…

*

The young one is gone.  The older guy leaves, too.  I am alone in the space.

Fuck.

The porn is good. I stroke.

The door opens.  A drop-dead gorgeous man in his late 40’s comes in.  He’s Caucasian, with short, dark brown hair.  Hollywood handsome and very well dressed for this place.  He sits next to me.  With a big smile on his face. He unzips.  A thick, curved cock emerges.  He stands, so his trousers fall to his ankles.  Underwear is pushed down.  He sits and his hand reaches for me.  And mine for him.  We stroke.

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs.  He gets on his knees, jutting that naked ass out behind him for me to see.  His mouth skills are great.  He has me dripping in moments.  He deep throats me with ease.

Finally, he pulls off me.  “Damn, Daddy.  That’s a lot of dick.”

I smile.

“You can fuckin’ do anything to me…” he murmurs.  “Anything, Daddy.”

I tell him to kneel on his chair.   He does, bending and pushing his shapely ass at me.  I kneel and begin eating him out.  His crack is hairy, but sparse, compared to the previous ass on my tongue today.  In moments, I am drilling into his pucker.  He gasps and tells me how good it feels.  I can’t tell if he has poppers, but suddenly his hole opens.  Welcoming me in.  I keep slurping and spitting.

He begins to beg me for my cock in his butt.  I keep licking him out.  Now I stand and my greased dick slaps his right butt cheek.  I prod his wet pucker, that is now slightly open.  I can’t wait to see it gape.

I push into him.  He groans.  He doesn’t tell me to go slow.  No.  Not at all.  “Use it anyway you want,” he pants.  I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Part of me wishes we had witnesses; part of me is glad we are totally undistracted and sharing this moment with just the two of us.  I pick up the speed.  His ass lips cling to my withdrawing cock.  I find it incredibly hot to watch. 

I finally pull out and eat his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  “Nobody does that to me…” he mumbles.  I keep slurping up his freshly made ass jizz.

“So hot,” I manage to gasp out as I stand up.  I plow into his wet hole.  I fuck a half a dozen strokes and my cock spurts out a load.  It feels good, but it’s not the big payoff.  I groan—and he thinks I’m done.  I’m not.

I pull out slowly.  I go to my knees and stop the trickle of jizz out of his hole.  He feels it and knows just what I’m doing.  “Taste your cum, Daddy.  Just save some for me.”

I lick it up and swallow.  It makes my cock swell.  I know I can shoot again.  “Love your ass,” I pant as I pause from licking up my seed.  I bury my face in his hole.  My cock signals he needs to fuck again—if the rest of the cum is to go inside.

I stand up and slide in.  “Fuckkkkk….” he groans.

Three hard strokes and I am blasting off for real this time.  Every nerve alive and screaming.  I shoot a second load into him and collapse on his back…

I marinate in him for a long time.  When I do pull out, he turns and licks a drop of jizz out of my piss slit.  He moans as he tenderly cleans me up…

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