Jake Returns with the Nut Crusher

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Taking It Out On his Ass

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

I was in a bad mood what with missing Fornication, the incident with the car and then some other unexpected expenses.  I got the car to the dealership—and they wanted way too much money to replace the plastic undercarriage on this 13-year-old vehicle.  The mechanic reassured me that the young man who had zip tied it in place had done a good job and that it was still fine for local driving.  He agreed with my decision to hold off on fixing it and putting the saved money towards a newer model vehicle.

So, with a lot to think about—I went to the bookstore to avoid needing to think at all.  It was an evening visit…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  There are men here I don’t recognize—always a good sign.  As soon as my hard cock is out, a silver-haired Daddy asks politely to suck it.  I nod.  He kneels.  I sigh.  Perfect.  I really need this.

Another guy, likely in his late 40’s gets up.  He’s been jerking for a bit.  He walks over and offers me his cock to suck while I’m being blown.  I nod and lean a little to connect with his thick, cut dick.  He loves to watch the guy sucking me.  My sucker is aware what I’m doing—and steps up his work, really trying to get me off.

“Suck his dick.  You know you want his load,” says the guy in mouth to my sucker.  The sucker moans and keeps going.  The guy in my mouth begins to take control—he really wants to fuck my face.  I let him.  Twice, he’s on the edge of blowing his load, but holds back each time.

The older man between my knees needs a break.  I pause my cocksucking to give him an arm to get him up.  I thank him and he sits next to me.  The younger man to my side bends and takes me in his mouth.  It’s a horrible angle—and I tell him so.  He pulls off and kneels between my legs.  He begins doing to me all the things I was doing to him.  He is nowhere near as good as the older man, but I am feeling fine.

So is he.  He drops a load on the floor between my legs as he takes me to the root, moaning around my cock.  He is up and away quickly.

I stroke.

There is one man, off to the side, I recognize but can’t quite place.  He has a shaved head and hot looking tats all over his arms.  He is close to my age, likely a few years younger.  He has been stroking to our sex.  He indicates he’d like some head by spreading his legs and giving me a smile.  I go over.  His cock is really wet with precum.  I kneel and clean it up.  He produces more with a slight moan.  A lot.  I lick it up and keep going, taking him to the root.

And now I recognize him.  I have sucked him before.  He doesn’t blow a full load—he just keeps oozing jizz and precum, as his body shakes in mini-orgasms.  I stay between his legs, using every trick I know to keep his balls emptying out. 

He sighs. 

He moans.

He strokes my head.

My knees are screaming at me, so I get up.  He grins, nodding his head in thanks.

I stroke.

The place is now empty but the precum oozer.  The door opens and the crossdressing Latino comes in.  He sits next to me and is soon begging me to fuck him.  He hands me a pristine Magnum package.  I add lube to my dick and roll it on as he strips.  He actually takes off the female lingerie which is under his street clothes.

Naked but for sucks, he juts his ass out at me.  It’s been some time since I’ve fucked him—but I’m ready to tonight.  I work my way in. 

He gasps.  “Always bigger than I remember…” he says, loud enough for our audience of one to hear.  I begin a slow in and out.  He begins stroking his hard cock in time to my thrusts.

I build up speed fast.  I am soon slamming into his ass, my hips slapping against his upturned butt cheeks.  He is groaning loudly.  Oozer is stroking himself as he watches us fuck.  I keep up the anal assault on his hole.  I realize I am taking out my frustrations on him.   And he’s loving it.

“I will shoot soon.”

“Do it!”

“You want me to cum?”

“Go ahead.”   I slow for a moment and quickly build up the strength and pace of the strokes.

“Fuck me just like that….”

He can’t finish the sentence.  His seed covers the floor.  There is no way I’m going to shoot in the latex, but I do love his ass squeezing me with each spurt.  I pump him a few more times—then hold still until he pulls off me.

I didn’t shoot.  But I feel better.

I stay a while longer, but no one else arrives…

The Trip to Chicago for the Fornication Party

 On the Road to Chicago—August, 2026

 

It was the day of the Fornication Party in Chicago.  I was stoked.  I was looking forward to seeing Keshawn.  I had also been in touch with the hot-assed man who had purchased my well used jock.  Hell, I wanted to be in a room of gay men who were there to fuck—and not to scroll through their phones!

I couldn’t settle all morning.  I knew that it was a three-hour (sometimes three and a half hour) drive.  Plus, I wanted to get there in time to eat my packed supper and take a little catnap.  The days of driving a long distance and playing hard for three hours, without that little rest and re-fueling, are past.

At noon, I got in the car.  It was still very early to hit the road but I couldn’t wait.  I had packed lunch and dinner.  To use up some of the extra time, I decided to stay off the expressway.  There is a scenic state highway that goes at a south-westernly diagonal from my town to the top of western Indiana.    A lot of farm country and small towns.  It’s not fast—but it would get me to where I could join the expressway to get me into town.

I was happy to be moving.  And it was great to not be on I-94, with all the angry drivers who didn’t like me actually doing the speed limit.  I was happy on my scenic two-lane road.

Fifty miles or so in, as I was coming around a curve, there was a dead raccoon in the middle of my lane.  I couldn’t swerve into the oncoming traffic.  I tried to swing right, but I was still on top of it.  There was a terrific clunk—but then all was fine for a minute before there was a loud thud.  I knew what it was—I had dealt with same thing years ago—the plastic, protective under carriage was loose.  I made it to the side of the road.  I looked under and it was folded back on itself.  I reversed and backed up a foot, straightening it out.  I thought I had wire in the trunk.  But did I have tools?

I went to look.

“Are you alright?”  It was a thirty-something young woman.  “I have a phone.”

“I have one, thank you.  I am just seeing if I can get this reattached.  If not, I will call AAA.”

“Okay, I was worried.”  She chatted a little more as I rummaged in the trunk before she asked once again before driving off. 

“Can I help?”  It was a man my age and build who I had seen pull into the drive of the sole house in this area.  He looked under the front of the car and said “You can fix this with some wire.  Ya got any?”

“Yes,” I said—as I’d just found it.  “But I’m not sure I have a cutter.”

“I do and I have better wire.  Be right back.” He walked rapidly across the street and was soon back with it.  Meanwhile, I had found the holes in the plastic—and the holes in the frame of the car where they needed to go.

As the older man returned, a third guy stopped.  He wondered if we needed a phone.  He stayed to chat with the older guy.  I thanked the older man and began to cut the wire.

A fourth car arrived, parking on the side of the road ahead of me.  A  rather hot young guy got out, saw the problem and said:  “I have zip-ties.  They will be so much easier.”

He came back with them and was on his back before I could say anything.  He rigged it up quickly and expertly.  The other two guys were as impressed as I was.  In moments, he had it safe secured back to the car frame.  “That should get you home,” he said.  “but you might not want to use the expressways, if you can help it.

I thanked him profusely and offered him cash.  He laughed, waved it away and drove off. 

“Take care going home,” said the man who’d gone off for wire.  I thanked him, too and made sure he took his wire cutters home.  The talker waved and got in his vehicle with a “Watch out for the coons…dead or alive.”

I got in my car.  I sat in the sunshine, a little stunned.  There really are good people, men and women that want to help—and this was a huge reminder for me.

I was also thankful that it had not happened on the expressway—it might have had a very different outcome.  I hated that I wasn’t going to get to play in Chicago—but I was still counting my other blessings.

I started the car, waited for traffic to clear and turned towards home…

Surprises at the Bookstore

Near Home—August, 2026

(I am back and feeling better.  It was a 24 hour something…)

 

The Fornication Party was coming up—and just the idea of it made me really horned.  I knew that with the party on Sunday, I wanted to not play at all on Saturday.  But Friday night was a different story.  I went out, looking to see what trouble I could get into…

 

I go into the darkened theatre.  The first thing I see is a burly, bearded bear lazily jerking a younger man.   I sit to the side of them.  The bearded bear stops the moment I sit down.  I look at the younger guy and recognize him. 

Years ago, back in the two theatres days, this young man had asked me if guys really can get their cock sucked here.  I had assured him that he was good looking and if he went into the gay theatre he’d have no problem.  He did as I suggested and, quite a bit later, I went over to see if he was still there.  He was.  He’d gotten sucked—but all of the men had tapped out before he could shoot.  I hunkered down and blew him to completion.  He has let me suck him every time we bump into each other from that day on.

I nod and he brushes away Bearded Bear’s hand.  He looks right at me and spreads his legs.  I go over and start to work.  Bearded Bear is not pleased.  He watches for a moment and then with a harrumph of disgust, he moves nearer the gay screen.  I work on the young guy for a long time.  His balls are really flavorful on this hot August day.  His cock is not huge, but longer than average—and thin enough that my tongue can be very active all over it.  He moans contentedly and lets me get on with it.

Ten minutes later, he assures me is getting closer.  I work easily another five minutes on him.  My knees are killing me, but if I take a rest break and come back for him, it will be like starting from scratch again.  I power through and am soon rewarded with a delicious big load.  He squirms, begging me under his breath to stop as I clean up any stray cum—and soon leaves a much happier camper.

I stay in the dark corner and stroke my dick.  Bearded Bear returns to my line of sight.  He sits and gives me a glance.  He likes the look of my dick, but he makes no move for it.  I stroke.  He gropes himself

The Voyeur arrives.  He sits between us and pulls out his long, thin ebony cock.  He strokes—looking from one to the other of us.  My knees are still aching, so I let Bearded Bear do him.  He kneels and sucks, making lots of hot, wet noise.

Soon, The Voyeur tells him to sit in the chair.  He begins fucking Bearded Bear’s face.  Hard.  I assume he’s about to cum.  He pushes in deep—and it’s too much.  I hear BB retch.  He gets up and heads to the restroom.  The Voyeur waves his dick in my direction as if I must want to suck a cock that has just been gagged on.  I give it a pass.  The Voyeur gets busy on his phone across the room.

The door opens and the Minute Man walks in.  He sits on the wall opposite me.  I don’t think he can see me in the dark corner.  He kneads himself.

The door opens again.  A very handsome young man walks in.  I have seen him before, but we’ve never played.  He sits down near the gay screen, out of my line of sight.  But in moments, Minute Man gets up and disappears into the same corner.  Is he going to give his 90 second load to the young man?

I wait a moment.  The Voyeur sees what’s happening out of my line of vision and moves towards it.  I get up and go, too.

I am dumbfounded.  The Minute Man is on his knees sucking the Cute Young Man, while CYM is stroking The Voyeur, before he decides to take him in his mouth as he sits there high on poppers.  Now, I have been around Minute Man for years and I’ve never seen him perform a blow job.  He’s only let other’s blow him for his one to two minutes, depending.

Cute Young Man pulls off The Voyeur, takes another hit of his brown bottle and goes back to sucking him with abandon.  But the fumes make CYM’s dick wilt.  Minute Man is unhappy.  He stands up, sees me and comes over.  I take care of him in less than 90 seconds.  Bearded Bear has taken over trying to get some life back into CYM’s cock.

I swallow the load.  Minute Man pulls out of my mouth and takes off.  I watch the trio.  I am on the edge of standing up to join them when The Voyeur starts to cum in the CYM’s mouth.  CYM pulls off him letting the cum spray all over his face and on his shirt collar.  It’s hot and unexpected.

The Voyeur cleans up and goes.  Bearded Bear keeps working, but Cute Young Man tells him his dick isn’t going to harden up again.  CYM heads to the restroom—and then home.

I watch porn. 

Sometimes in the company of Bearded Bear, but more often alone.

I call it a night.  The evening has just made me hornier for the Fornication Party.

Some Pictures...while I crawl back into bed...

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Kane Comes to the Playroom and Gets Wet

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

The next Sunday, I got an early morning text from Kane, the hot young man with the perfectly rounded, hairy ass.  He was going to the beach on Lake Michigan—and realized he would be driving right by my house.  Did I have the time for a quick fuck and send him on his way with a load of cum in his butt?

I have tried to get his hot ass to my playroom on numerous occasions, but it has always been easier to meet him at a venue halfway between our homes.  I instantly said that I had all morning.  He told me a he’d see me at 11 o’clock. 

I went to the kitchen and started melting the coconut oil…

 

Kane and time can be a relative thing.  He is often late, but today, the doorbell goes off at 11:01am.  After a quick hug, I take him down the steps to the playroom.  I love watching the look on men’s faces as they see the playroom for the first time.  His face keeps lighting up as he looks around the room.  He strips down fast and I get his clothes off the bed to the chair by the door.  I hang my robe up and sit on the flattened fuck bench.

“Now come suck Daddy’s dick…”              

My cock is hard and sticking out of the side of the yellow jock pouch.  He kneels in front of me and takes me into his mouth.  My cock is already drooling.  He gives a little moan as his tongue swipes over it.  He takes me to the root, holds it and then pulls off me.  There is a rope of deep throat spittle connecting us.  I use my fingers to wind it around my shaft before he does it again.

“Lick my balls.”

He does.  Gently and obediently.   They go into his mouth one at a time—and come out feeling wet and ready.

I get up and have him climb up onto the table.  His ass looks perfect when he’s on all fours.   It is gorgeously rounded.  He occasionally shaves it, but today the black hair is running riot all over his butt—and especially in the crack.  His ancestors must come from somewhere in the Mediterranean—but I’ve never bothered to inquire specifics, I just revel in what they have given him.

I kneel and dig in.  He groans and the poppers come out.  I lick up and down the deep cleft between the two full globes.  I finally burrow into his tight sphincter.  My hands have to pull apart his full cheeks so I can get as deeply into him as I want. He moans even louder as I begin to tongue fuck him.

I lube my dick with the warm coconut oil.  I stand up and work my way into his hole.  Damn, he’s tight today.  He pants as I inch into him.  I bottom out and hold.  I look at Kane in the mirror in front of us.  He’s found the mirror on the side wall—and has been watching my dick disappearing into him. 

 “Fuck me, Daddy.  Make me feel it.”

I begin a slow in and out.  His ass begins to loosen as I plunge into him.  I build up the speed of the drilling.  Kane pants; so do I.  I pull out and bring my wet cock back to his mouth.  He loves ATM and cleans me up, reveling in the taste of his hole—just as I had done moments before. 

I kneel and taste his freshly fucked hole.  It makes my dick even harder if that’s possible.  I fuck him again.  Harder.  More deliberately.  Once again, he licks me clean of the heady mix of coconut oil, ass jizz and precum.

We move to the sling.  It is so good to finally see him in my sling.  He loves how roomy it is—and the mirror above him.  I spend some time on my knees eating his hole, keeping it open and ready for my dick.  I stand up and slide in.  It’s a better angle now—and he takes the last three quarters of an inch of me that he couldn’t on the bench.  I fuck, looking at his face.  Not quite believing my good fortune.

To give my dick a break, I try the Seahorse on him.  He likes the feel of it, but he’s so tight today he does not even take half the toy.  I toss it on the toweled floor and use the real thing—a deep in and out.

“Do you have any piss?” he mumbles. 

This is new for us, but he’d mentioned it in his early morning text. I’ve hydrated.  I pull out and piss gushes over his just-fucked hole.  He groans.  His big dick thickens up and he strokes.  I finally knock his hand away so he doesn’t shoot.

I go to my knees and begin to lick up my piss.  His super hairy crack has caught so much it.  I lick him clean as he occasionally strokes his cock.  “So hot…” he groans.

I stand up.  My oily dick slides into him.  He gasps.

“Can you piss me in me?”

I nod.  His hand flies over his cock.  “Oh, shit…”  He’s shooting before I can even start pissing.  I catch his jizz with my left hand.  I soon have a huge puddle of it there.  I bring it up and he watches me lick my hand clean—while I keep pumping.

“I—I can’t take much more…after I shoot…”

I pull out.  I go to my knees and smear some of his jizz on the piss-soaked hairy cleft.  I begin drilling my tongue into him while I jerk.  The wet hairy ass is taking me over the edge incredibly fast.  I stand up and shoot all over his hole. 

Our eyes are locked as my left-hand fingers some of my jizz into his tight hole…

"Can You Drop Your Pants?"

 Near Home—August, 2026

Lately, the Friday nights at the local bookstore had been really fun.  In the last few weeks there had been more men visiting on a Friday than on a regular night—and with more variety of what those men wanted to do.  I was looking forward to going back on the second Friday of the month…

 

I pull into an almost empty parking lot.  I actually think about going home, but I don’t.  I pay and go in.  Two men are in the place.  One is an older man I recognize who never does anything but sit—and perhaps, sleep.  The other is a handsome guy in his 50’s who is currently texting on his phone.  He nods to me and smiles.  I sit in my regular seat and pull out my cock.  The guy on his phone glances up and smiles at me again. 

His phone goes off and he quickly silences it.  Then he spends five minutes in a flurry of texting.  He occasionally glances up and seems to like the sight of me stroking to the porn.  I try to catch his eye once more, but he is too busy clicking away to notice.  Finally, with a sigh, he gets up and leaves.  Never to return.

I stroke.

Then the old guy totters out the door to talk to the cashier. 

I sigh, but keep stroking.

The door opens.  The Minute Man walks in.  He sees me and nods.  He sits off to the side, groping himself.  Eventually, he takes out his small cock.  It is hard. 

He stands up.  “You want it?”

I nod.  I might as well do something.

He comes over.  He huffs his poppers and lets me take him into my mouth as I sit there.  And in all fairness, tonight he tries and succeeds to make the experience last.  It is just shy of three minutes before his balls give up their cum. 

He sighs, stuffs it away and leaves.

I stroke in the empty room.

Fifteen minutes later, the door buzzes.

A short guy, mid-50’s and with a jovial face comes in.  He takes in the emptiness of the room and sits next to me on my right.  He’s a chatter—and tonight that’s just fine, we won’t disturb anyone. 

He really likes the straight porn.  He comments equally on the guys and girls in it.  He gropes himself the hardest as the guy on screen eats the young woman out.

His cock emerges.  A standard sized dick, very hard and dripping.

After fifteen minutes or so of chat about the lack of crowd or the sex on the screen, his left hand finds my dick.  He takes over stroking it.  “Nice…” he whispers.

This lasts for quite some time.  Finally, he asks if he can suck it.  I nod and he goes to the floor between my spread legs.  I like his mouth—and it’s great to stop stroking and enjoy his roving tongue.  He works on my cock and balls for maybe ten minutes before his knees tire.

“It feels great,” I tell him.  “It just takes an act of God to get me off anymore.”

He grins and goes back to stroking himself.  I ask if I should return the favor.  “Maybe later, but I don’t want to cum yet.”

We stroke.

He gets up to suck me once again, pausing to say “Can you drop your pants?  I want to get to your balls easier…”

I don’t answer, I just do it.  I keep the jock on, but the pants are around my ankles as I sit back down.  He kneels.  He starts with my balls.  He loves the fact that he can now easily lick under them.  He cleans up my ball sweat making a number of delicious-sounding moans.

He works up my shaft.  He drills his tongue into my piss slit repeatedly, scooping out the precum.  Then it’s back to my balls.  He sucks them gently, one at a time.  He lifts them with his left hand to lick under them once again.  This time he continues down my perineum, stopping a few millimeters from my asshole.  Then it’s back up, engulfing my dick and taking it down in repeated deep-throatings.

He pauses once again.  He sits down in his chair and sighs in contentment.  I think he’s going to let me suck his cock but tells me just to massage his nuts as he strokes.  I do.  We’ve had a leisurely hour of off and on sex.  No one else has arrived.

After more stroking and kneading of his balls, he goes down on me for round three.  This time he starts with my wet cock head.  He cleans it, moaning.  Then, some repeated deep throating.  But he can’t keep away from my balls.  He suckles them, He licks them.  He treats them with real reverence. 

Holding them up and out of the way, he licks down my perineum once again.  And back up.  He pauses a second and digs in his pocket.  He finds his brown bottle.  He huffs.  And hands it to me.  What the hell—I take a hit.  He is going wild with my balls and taint.  He is jerking himself like mad.  I moan as the vapors hit.  They do what I expect—and unlock my orgasm.

“You want…my load?”  I pant out.

He comes up and his mouth engulfs my cock head.  I’m there.  He takes every drop and won’t let go, no matter how I try to twist away from the exquisite agony his mouth is giving me.

He does stop, of course, eventually—after he’s gotten every drop of jizz.  He sits down heavily in his chair.  I stand up and see that he’s shot all over the floor in front of me—and some even in my pants. 

I don’t care.  It was worth it…