Two Short Scenes

 Today you have two entries.  Both were short.  Only one was sweet.

 

Near Home—February, 2026

The very next day after my marathon of cocksucking detailed in the last post, I went back to the bookstore.  It was the last day of February, bitterly cold and a Saturday night…

 

The room is alive with sexual tension.  I can feel it as I sit down.  There are five other men here.  No overt action, but lots of kneading and eyeing of the others around them.  I take out my cock.  A good-looking guy in his 40’s all but licks his lips.  He nods to me.  I nod back, taking my hand off my dick so he can see all of it.

He nods again.  Just as he’s getting up, the door opens.  A heterosexual couple enters.  He looks like he works in construction.  She is full figured.  Both are in their late 30’s.  They sit along the side wall so they can see both screens.

The air goes out of the room.  The guy salivating over my cock gets up and leaves.  Other men adjust their viewing—all now looking only at the straight screen.  I find this amusing as the straight guy is watching the gay porn more than the straight.  He occasionally touches the women he brought through her clothes.  She barely responds.

The men who were here before my arrival begin to leave one by one.  Soon I am left alone with the couple.

Road Worker comes in.  He sits on the opposite side of the straight couple.  He pulls out his dick and strokes, looking right at her.  She ignores him.  Her partner suggests something in a whisper to her. 

“It’s too cold,” is her reply.  Moments later they are out the door.

Road Worker gets up and moves to the dark corner where he loves to get fucked.  “Rape me,” he mutters as he passes by me.

He strips off his pants.  He sits in the chair and his legs go straight up in the air, exposing his hot ass.  I go over, greasing my dick as I go.  I slide in.  I fuck him a few strokes, kneeling on the floor.  I tilt his legs back, bringing his ass to a better angle.  I increase the speed of the thrusts.

“Yeah…” he groans.

And shoots all over himself.

I am nowhere close to getting off.

No one else shows up in the 45 minutes I wait and stroke…thinking of all the things that could have happened…

*

My Playroom—March, 2026

Kieran, married guy, wanted to come over.  I finally took the bull by the horns and explained that his cleanout needed to be a little more thorough.  He took it well.  It was now three days after the blue balling of Saturday night….

 

Kieran sits, naked, on the bed.  Well, he has his socks on as the floor is cold, though the space heater has made the room nice and warm.  I stand in front of him.  He nuzzles the well stained jock, enjoying it’s fragrance.  He uses his teeth to pull it aside.  His amazing mouth covers my dick.  His tongue begins to work on me.  I sigh and close my eyes.

I just let him do whatever feels right.  Head.  Slit.  Balls.  Shaft.  He leaves them all wet, every nerve tingling.  I fuck his face for a moment, before deciding I want more.

I lay down on the bed.  Kieran’s mouth is all over my ball sack.  He lifts them and licks down my perineum.  I moan, instructing him to lick my cock ring.  He does.  Over and over.  Making me squirm.

Now he does everything he’s already done to my dick once more.  My cockhead is drooling like crazy.  He laps it up and murmurs his appreciation.  Then he does it all again.

We move directly to the sling, skipping the fuck bench as he has bad knees.  Once he’s in place, I lick his balls and down his taint to his asshole.  I don’t spend long there.  I need to fuck…

I stand up and slide in.  His hole feels great and is very responsive to my thrusts today.  I pull out.  He’s spotless.  Now I go to my knees and devour his hole.  He groans.  I fuck him again.  Slow.  Long strokes.  Then I stand still and pull the sling onto my hard cock—and push it back off.  Over and over.  Kieran groans.

I eat his hole again.

I stand up and fuck once more.  I’m ready to shoot.  Surprised, I just go with it.  I plow into him.  Hard.  And leave his hole very wet with a four-day load…

A Warm Winter Day Brings Out the Men

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History: Family, Threeways and Porn

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"Do You Feel Like Fucking?"

 Near Home—February, 2026

 

Saturday nights at the bookstore have suddenly become a habit with me.  It’s a good mixed crowd of men I’ve seen occasionally in my usual afternoon visits and a whole crop of men who are strangers. 

I was still not totally recovered from how tired my bout with the flu had left me, but thought I’d be fine in this kind of crowd.  I arrived right around 7pm…

 

There are quite a few cars in the lot.  I go in, pay and am buzzed through the door to the dark theatre.  There are eight men here.  My usual seat is taken so I sit on the long wall, so with a turn of my head, I can see either screen.

There is no overt activity at the moment, but there is lots of kneading of swollen crotches.  I unzip and harden up.  I stroke.  Two other men breathe a sigh of relief and follow suit.  I love that I just gave them permission to jack.

The door opens and the man I’ve known from this establishment for years comes in.  He’s tall and thin, moderately hairy and likes to get naked.  He sits next to me and moments later stands up and strips down.

A third man frees his hard cock to stroke it.

My bookstore acquaintance watches both screens.  He hardens up fast.  He stands up and feeds me his dick.  He doesn’t ask, he just likes my mouth and wants to use it.  I suck him—and make a show of it.

One of the strokers comes over.  He kneels and begins sucking my cock as I work on the dick in my mouth.  Having a good mouth on me when I am sucking is one of my favorite things to do in the bookstore.  The guy on me is good.  He does my often-overlooked balls, too.  He jerks himself.  Hard and fast.

Suddenly he stands up.  “May I…?” he asks the guy in my mouth.  One cock withdraws and the other enters—and just in time.  He gives me his pent-up load in moments.  I swallow, lick him clean and go back to cock number one.

One of the strokers shoots on the floor and leaves.

“Do you feel like fucking?” my longtime acquaintance asks.

“Sure.”

He bends, holding onto the arms of the chair.  I stand up, lube up and push in.  I remember that he does not like to be fucked hard.  I give him a slow, buddy fuck.  He takes all of me, loving how my cock always hits his prostate.  He strokes himself in time with my thrusts—but soon his cock wilts and he just luxuriates in feeling full.

I know I won’t get off, but I keep it up for a long time.  The men stroking watch us as much as the porn.

Finally, I pull out.  He thanks me.  I go to wash up, not because I need to, but to let any other potential cocksuckers there know that I have.  When I get back, my acquaintance is dressed.  He thanks me and takes off.

I stroke for a long time.  One other man shoots into a fast-food napkin.  The others, but for one, just zip up and leave, piecemeal, over the next 30 minutes.

The place is now empty but for a man jerking to the straight porn.  I’ve clocked him throughout the night.  He has never looked in my direction during any of the sex I’ve had.  Not once.  But he loves to watch tiny young white women be ravaged by big black dick on the screen.

The door opens.  Road Worker comes in, his shaggy blond hair streaming down his neck.  He nods to me and goes to the darkest corner, a position where you can only see the straight screen.  And fairly close to the Hetro stroker.

Road Worker strips but for his knit cap and work socks.  He sits.  He gets hard and strokes.  I stand up and go over, smirking to myself that the Hetro stroker will not look at us.  I kneel and begin sucking Road Worker.  He skootches down in the seat, so his ass is right at the front.  His legs shoot up in the air.  He strokes his cock and hisses “Lick my balls!”

I do.  As I bend to do it my cock ‘accidentally’ brushes across his hole.  He sighs.  I lick his fairly hairless ball sack.  It is pulled up very tight against him.  He jerks faster as my tongue goes from one nut to the other.

“Fuck me,” he whispers.  “Hard.”

I lube up and slide in.  I let him take a huge hit of poppers.  I start slowly but build almost instantly to a hard fuck.  He takes it and begins to groan.  “Do it.  Make me cum…” he moans.

It is always over before I want it to be with Road Worker.  He shoots all over his abs.  He literally pushes me out of his ass with a hand to my chest and a twist of his lithe body.  He races to the restroom.

I stay, kneeling where I was and panting.

Hetro jerker stands up.  He moves two steps to me and shoves his generous cock in my mouth.  It explodes on contact.  It’s a massive load.  I grab his balls so he can’t get free and he has to let me lick him clean.  And he does.  I lick up any stray jizz.

He grunts.  I take it as a thank you.

He leaves, stuffing his wet cock away.

I am still on my knees as the door slams shut…

The Hunt and Pecker Method

 

And now you know why it takes me so long to type each post…

Making Him Piss with Each Fuck

 My Playroom—February, 2026

I got a text from a man I had played with in a group situation, almost two years ago.  I don’t know if I had given him my number or he’d asked the hosts for it.  I was fine with a rematch and we set a date for him to come to the playroom.

In the write-up of our first meet, I had called him Cumpisser as he’d had prostate surgery and could no longer produce semen, but if your dick batterer his prostate often enough, he would shoot piss streams all over himself.

As we started, we had a couple moments of not meshing easily.  He wanted the porn turned up as the space heater was drowning it out.  It’s a hassle with this particular television set up, but I did it.  He began sucking my cock as he sat on the bed—and asked me to remove my used and fragrant jock.  I did, sighing.  And then we settled down into a fun session…

 

His mouth is good.  I am now hard and ready.  He’s impatient, in a good way, to get to anal play.  I suggest the flattened fuck bench.  Cumpisser gets on all fours.  I go to my knees and eat his hole.  It flowers open with no work at all.  I lap and poke and spit.  He groans.  I know he wants my cock and I give it to him.

I stand up, sliding in until my balls are slapping his ass.  He gasps.  I fuck.  I find his spot.  Piss pools on the bench.  In the time since we played, he’s worked on opening his hole.  I add the eggheaded dildo in the first five minutes of our fucking.  My cock loves the feel of my trusted double fuck toy.  CP loves being filled this way and groans appreciatively.

I work the black toy out and grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I grease it with coconut oil and, with a circular motion bury it in his hole.  My cock follows.  It is still a hot novelty for me to use this stainless-steel ball on a slim pole as a double fuck toy.  My cock loves battering into the head—and the slim pole feels wonderfully smooth under my cock and especially under my balls.

We move to the sling to get him off his knees.  He grabs a towel to contain the piss.  I eat his hole and fuck him again.  I use the BBB once more, sliding my cock into him with it in place.  He groans, watching me do it in the mirror above the sling.  The towel absorbs another round of piss.

I move on to the clear dildo with the black handle.  Despite its unprepossessing appearance, guys love it inside them.  CP is no exception.  He blisses out—and pisses and pisses.  I work it a little faster—than go back to my dick.

The Seahorse is next.  He loves the rough texture of the toy.  He takes it deep, whether the curve is up and down.

I do another round of fucking.  His hole is really stretched now.  I re-use the eggheaded dildo to tighten him back down.  I move on to the toy that is a series of pyramids, that act like a string of butt plugs.  I realize as his ass devours it, I should have used it sooner.  It just slips into him now.

I have a sip of hot tea and pick up the speculum.  I slide it into his well-used hole and begin the slow crank open.  CP’s eyes get big.  He loves the stretch.  “I’ve never had one of these before.”  I stop and take pictures for him.   I put my phone down and stand up.  He’s not expecting me to slide my hard cock into him.  I fuck him, speculum in place, harder and harder.  I want him to piss—and I’m pleased when he does.

I pull out and close the speculum.  I now reuse every toy that has been in him today.  Somewhere in the middle of this round, his bladder runs dry.  I ask if he wants water—but he’s fine.

I pull out one last toy, the black dildo with a handle.  He wants to see how deep he can take it.  The shaft has three bulges in it.  He takes the first two, about 8 inches of the possible 12.  I pull out, re-grease and try again.  No deeper.

I go back to the Seahorse.  He groans.  And then tells me his hole is done for the day.  He heads up to the shower, to rinse off all that piss.

I am pleased at the re-connect and rather glad he has called an end to the session.  I am tired.  Post flu, I still do not have my usual stamina back…

*

The toys.

I am not sharing the pics of the speculum.  Sorry.

A link to our first meet:  Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom

Picture Perfect

 

I have another day filled with appointments and errands.  As I have no time to write, I don’t think any of you will mind viewing a few pictures…

I should be back on Sunday, as usual.

 

And sometimes they just don’t need to be naked…