Waiting for Rudy's Return, Part One: Horned and Hungry

 Near Home—June, 2026

Hosting Rudy in the playroom had me horned for all of the next week as I waited for his return on the following Sunday.  I couldn’t stop thinking about sex.  Now, I know I have a high sex drive, but it was elevated after our cum filled play on Saturday.  I made it through Sunday by keeping myself busy, but I was off to the local bookstore Monday afternoon…

 

I go into the dark room.  My usual chair is empty, so I head there.  I nod to Shy One and see his partner, Shaved Head, working on a guy’s dick in the back corner.  I sit and pull out my cock.  Shy One comes right over.  He kneels and takes me into his mouth.  Damn, I love his technique.  His passion for cock is palpable as he services me.  And my balls—fuck, when he tongues them, my cock just drools.

I hear the man behind me orgasm into Shaved Head’s mouth.  Suddenly, SH is at my side, his cock rampant.  He slaps it against my cheek.  I suck him.  This has happened before, but rarely.  The partners seem to not play much together on the same man, more sequentially.  Not today.  They are horned, too.  Shaved Head grabs my face and begins to fuck my face with hard strokes.

Shy One stands up.  Shaved Head pulls out of my mouth and goes to suck my cock.  Shy One open his pants—and his bigger cock is rampant.  He comes and gives it to me to suck.  I have had him in my mouth at least once before, but not as his partner did me.  All three of us find this hot.  He stands still and lets me set the pace of my cocksucking, sighing occasionally and rubbing his hand on my cropped hair. 

“Let me suck him again,” he tells Shaved Head.

The men reverse.  Once again, I have Shy One’s superior mouth on my dick and Shaved Head’s very red cock in my mouth.  I am really enjoying this.  I have always loved having a dick in my mouth as my own is sucked.  I am not near shooting, but my cock is working overtime to feed Shy One precum.

Shy One suddenly stands up.  Shaved Head follows his lead and pulls out of my mouth.  They thank me and go home.  I take the time to look around.  There are a few other men here.  There is a man I know is straight and never wants help sitting in the corner.  He is jerking fast and hard to the very young, very tiny girls on the screen who are paired with massive-dicked Black men.  On the side seating to my left, there are another three men—each who have been groping themselves to our threeway.

Suddenly, the straight guy stands up.  Every eye in the place goes to him.  His pants are around his ankles.  He holds his shirt out of the way with his left hand.  His right is wrapped around his beercan six-incher.  He makes a show of stroking himself—and in moments he is painting the floor with a thick load.  The moment he’s done, he pulls up his pants and, wet cock still swinging, heads to the restroom.

The youngest of the three men comes over and sits next to me.  He’s early 50’s and I recognize him from here.  He now opens his pants, shoving them down to his ankles and takes out his just above average dick.  He likes the sight of the massive ebony dick on the screen invading the ass of the petite young woman. 

“Suck me,” he whispers.  “I need to cum and get out of here.”

I go to my knees.  I know I can help him on his way.  As I begin to suck him, I consider saving loads for Rudy.  The cock in my mouth is juicing nicely.  I go to his balls, getting them wet with his own precum.  He groans.  He fists his cock as I tongue every inch of his shaved ball sack.  I go back up—and suddenly I remember what got this guy off the last time I did him.  I wet my middle finger of my left hand with the saliva/precum mixture on his balls and begin toying with his asshole.

The moment I connect with his hole, his cock really begins to juice.  I work my finger into him.  First knuckle.  Second.  He squirms in pleasure.  It won’t be long now.  I work the rest of finger into his ass.  I find his prostate—and bam!  I have a mouthful of cum.  I don’t swallow as I lick his piss slit clean.  I pull my finger out of him.  I need to go rinse—and without thinking swallow the load.  Fine, I think.  It might be too much of a good thing to do it again so quickly with Rudy.

When I come back, the other two men have moved to be near my chair.  An older guy now has his cock out.  He has silver hair, is still thin and wiry and his cock is pointing right at me.  I nod at him and he takes his hand off his dick.  I kneel in front of him and it takes no time at all to get his load.  He squeezes my shoulder and takes off.

The last man, older yet, has opened his pants while I was sucking.  His cock is not hard. 

“Please…” he whispers. 

I don’t get up, I just knee walk to his spread legs.  I take his soft dick in my mouth.  It plumps slightly, but it doesn’t get hard.  But it drips.  And drips.  Each time I swab his precum off his slit with my tongue, he moans.  Suddenly, he grabs my ears.  His cock is spewing cum, though still more flaccid than erect.  He moans and lets me clean up every drop.

I sit back down as he pulls himself together.  He gives me a jovial nod and leaves.  I have emptied the room.  Damn, I should have saved the cum.

I stroke and wait.

Over the next hour, four or five men wander in.  They appear to be interested, but I can’t seem to make the connection.  I finally give up and head home.

In the car I realize that those three loads haven’t helped to sate my horniness but only increased it.  I know I’ll be back…

Rudy Takes the Devil's Dicks

 My Playroom—June, 2026

 

On Saturday, Rudy’s plane arrived in Detroit.  He rented a car and arrived at my house around noon.  He looked great.  We chatted for a while—and then he began his clean up as I made sure everything was ready in the playroom.  I took down the coconut oil and a bottle of J-Lube Rudy had mixed in the airport restroom.  (Something I wish I had witnessed…)  Soon, we were headed downstairs…

 

Rudy is naked.  He is lithe and well put together and very easy on the eyes.  I would never guess he’s now in his 50’s.  I am in my cleanest jock and boots.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench, my cock beginning to swell under the fabric.  He looks for a moment at the German fist porn on the television, then he focuses on me.  He kneels and reaches for my hidden cock.  He pulls my swelling dick out of the pouch, looks at it plumping in his hand, and then guides it into his mouth.  He deep throats me, making me fully hard. 

He pulls off me.  “Can you lose the jock.  I want to see that forest of pubes.”

I get rid of it.  I stay standing as he sucks my dick and licks my balls. It feels great, but I want his ass.  I tell him to get on all fours on the bench.  When he’s in place, our eyes meet in the mirror directly in front of him.  I kneel and look at his hot ass before I dive in.  I zero in on his hole with my tongue.  He moans.  I tongue fuck him harder.  He’s delicious—and opening easily to let me in deeper.  I spend a long time there.  I hear Rudy huff poppers.  He moans.  When he does it a second time, I stand up and slowly slide my cock into his hot hole.  He takes me to the root.  I grind those pubes he loves against his ass cheeks.  He groans…and I begin a slow in and out.  Deep on each stroke—and a pull almost all the way out.

I can’t keep that up for long.  My pace quickens.  I am soon pounding into his ass.  Rudy moans continually.  I pull out and bring my cock to his head.  He rears up and swallows me down, loving the taste of his hole on my dick.  He leaves me covered in spit—and I use it as lube for the next round of fucking.  He cleans me a second time. 

When I go back to his ass yet again, I reach for the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip it in the coconut oil until the oval head is dripping with lube.  I twirl it against his hole.  It slowly disappears inside him.  I keep it shallow, but there is still room for me to add some of my dick.  I fuck his hole again, with my cockhead slamming into the aluminum oval.

We move to the sling.  He hops in and his ankles find the stirrups with ease.  I hunker down and lick his used holes, where even now his ass lips are slightly puffy.  I suckle them as Rudy moans.  I smear my cock with coconut oil as I do it, so I am able to just stand up and push into him.  I fuck him.  Harder and harder.  Making the sling frame groan and the chains rattle.  I pull out and let him clean my dick of his ass jizz one more time.

“I have something for you,” I tell him.  “Stay right there, I will just be a moment.”  I grab my robe and head to the freezer upstairs.  The condoms are taped to a tented piece of cardboard.

I take them downstairs, along with a pair of scissors.  “You know I went load collecting as you suggested.  This is the load off a guy I usually fuck and breed.”  I snip Julian’s load off the cardboard and peel the latex off the frozen load of cum.  It’s a nice sized nugget.  I push it gently into his ass.  Rudy shivers—both at the cold and the very idea of taking some man’s load he’s never seen or even met.

“Now, this guy stayed soft as I sucked him until the moment he came.  He hardened up as he emptied his balls.”  I cut off the bearded guy’s load, peel it back and work it into Rudy.  He squirms.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“This big one has two loads in it.  This guy had huge balls, but only a micro penis.  But I got his load.  It’s mixed with a Latin guy’s cum who usually bottoms…”

“Give them to me!”

I cut off the bloated condom, peel off the latex and work it up Rudy’s now slippery hole.

“This last one is all me…”

Snip.  Peel.  Insert.

“So cold…” he murmurs, his eyes closed.

“You’re leaking,” I tell him as I kneel.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  I find his wet hole with my tongue and taste the mix of loads that have already been in my mouth.  I lick up the overflow and actually push one nugget of cum back into Rudy with my tongue.  I stand up.  I point at my full mouth.  He nods and opens wide.  I lean across him and drool some of the mixed seed into his mouth.

My cock pushes into him.  His hole has been cooled by the four frozen nuggets.  One is still more solid than I expect.  I feel it melt around my cock shaft as I give him a slow, churning-the-loads fuck.  I pull out.  My shaft is covered.  I move to the side of the sling near his head.  He does the crane around and cleans me.  He gets every drop.  I lean down and kiss him.  We share what little he hasn’t hungrily swallowed.

I go back to his ass.  I felch a little more.  I feed it to him.  I fuck in the cummy mess of his ass again.  It is no longer cool. The heat of his hole has melted it all.  I fuck him hard, frothing the escaping cum that clings to his ass lips.

He cleans my cock again.  With reverence. 

When I go back, I grease up my hands with J-lube.  “I’m going to fist what’s left of that cum even deeper into you.”

And I do.  He tells me that if I play with his cock a little his second hole opens.  It works.  My fingers slip in—deeper than I’ve ever been inside him.

The fisting is spelled by using the Spades and the Seahorse.  I find that, with how he’s built, my right hand is easier to get into him.  I fist.  I begin a back and forth of right and left.

We take a break.  He sees a guy on screen kneeling and almost squatting on the guy’s hand.  We move the bench/table to the end of the sling so he can watch as I do the same thing to his hole as what’s happening on the screen.  He loves it.

It’s getting to be near the time he has to continue on to his parents.  I have my right hand imbedded in him.  I leave it there and milk his cock.  He explodes all over the fuck table.

I don’t try for orgasm.  I’ve had my fun—and I know I’ll see him in a week’s time as he heads back to the airport…

Finding More Loads for Rudy

 Near Home—June, 2026

I was not satisfied with just the one cum load I got and saved for Rudy’s ass (detailed in the last post).  I did something I rarely do—I went back the very next day to see if I could get more...

 

The place is crowded when I arrive.  I have to sit on the side wall near the straight screen.  There is a man standing a couple of seats from me.  He’s not particularly attractive, but he is stroking a beautiful, large cock.  I take a moment to get out my dick—and I lose out.  A man from across the room comes over to him and sucks him off rather noisily.

Damn.

I stroke to the blowjob—and once the guy shoots, to the straight video, as it’s the only one I can see from where I’m sitting.

The door opens and a hot young man comes in.  I’ve seen him here before and know he loves older men’s experienced mouths.  I start to get up—and again, the same cocksucker beats me to him.  I watch them.  The younger guy takes some time, but he soon leaves with his balls lighter. 

I am going to have to step up my game or this cocksucker is going to get all the available cum.  I watch my competition try for another.  This time he’s rebuffed.  He sits back down and pulls out his phone.

I stroke.

The door opens and a man around my age and build comes in.   He has shoulder length hair and a wicked grin.  He sits next to me.  Soon he is stroking my cock for me.  The cocksucker across the room is all agog.  I actually have someone that he didn’t get to first.  I finally reach over and grope the tall guy’s basket.  He’s hardening up under his denim.  I ask him if I can suck him.  He declines and gets up, moving quickly to the restroom.

Damn!

Then he’s back, sitting a seat away from me.  Four minutes later, he has his dick out—thin and uncut, but not hard.   In another five minutes he’s decided that he wants my mouth after all.  He waves me over.

The other cocksucker glowers at me as I kneel.   I spend a lot of time on this guy.  Even with every trick I know, I can’t really get him to harden up.  I’m just about ready to call it when suddenly his dick swells.  In that moment he empties his balls.  His cock wilts instantly—but I have a mouthful of cum.

I go to my seat, pull out a condom and drool the cum into the latex as he watches me intently.  On his way to the restroom again, he asks what I’m doing.  I tell him it’s for my boyfriend—which seems easier than the whole truth.

An old man with a micro dick has been beating, well, pinching at his dick, to the porn—and to my giving head.  I see him pull out a bandana, as he’s about to cum.  I knock his hand away and take the load.  His balls under this tiny dick are massive—and they give me every drop they’ve made.  I decide to put this huge load in a separate condom.  He watches me drool it down into a Magnum, but he doesn’t ask why…

One of the guys watching me is the Latino who loves to be fucked but never cleans out.  He has been stroking to my two blowjobs.  He waves to his fat uncut cock.  “You want?” he asks.  I go over.  He’s on the edge, too.  I take his load in my mouth.  I drool it into yet another condom.

There is a slight lull.  The other cocksucker leaves.  New men arrive. 

A young Latino who is not a regular, but who I recognize, approaches me.  He kneels and sucks my cock.  The three loads I’ve saved in quick succession has made me ready to shoot—and his mouth feels terrific.  “Damn, you’re gonna make me cum,” I mumble—and he all but leaps away from me.

“Not in my mouth,” he tells me.

At that moment, Julian, the load donor from yesterday, walks in.  He nods and goes to the corner near the gay screen.  He begins to strip—which means he’s prepped for fucking.  I go over and he leans into the chair letting me rim his slightly hairy hole.  I go up and down his crack—before really drilling into him with my tongue.  He groans.

“I wanted your cock in me yesterday,” he mumbles.

My dick is more than ready.  I push into him.  He gasps at the hard anal attack, but soon is milking my dick for all he’s worth.

“You want this load?” I grate out.

“You know I do…”

I take a hit of poppers.  I thrust a few more times and stop dead, deep inside him.  I feel myself start to ooze the load out of my cock.   I pull out—and the load comes, too.  I go to my knees and begin eating the cum I’ve just deposited in his hole.  Julian groans.  My dick hasn’t gone down—it is still raging, thanks to the vapors.  As my head clears, I feel I can shoot more.  I stand up and start to push into his hole once more.  But my cock rebels—it fires all over his stretched hole.  I watch some more cum slide into him to replace what I’ve licked out. 

But then I’m on my knees and licking it all up.  I swallow—before I realize I should have saved it, as Rudy would love that story of where it’s been…

Julian stands, rather shaky.  “Did you shoot in me or on me?”

“Both.”

Well, damn…” he grins.

And that really does sum up my whole afternoon…

Two and a Half Million

 

Sometime in the early hours of today, we hit a milestone:  my readers have visited From My Side of the Sling two and half million times.  2,500,855 as this goes to print.

That is an amazing number to me.  I started blogging in 2011 just as it was going out of fashion.  I found that I had a very different voice of so many at that time.  I didn’t exaggerate the number of my conquests.  I wrote the truth—and my readers could tell.   Some saw themselves.  Some saw the man they wanted to be.

And some saw the man they wanted inside them.  I have met so many wonderful people thanks to sharing my story.  Some personally in the playroom.  Some with emails telling me their innermost secrets. 

The set up of Blogger lets me see where the blog is read.  I have readers worldwide, but I am especially moved that my writing is finding men in countries where being gay is a crime.   

There was a time during the pandemic and right after when readership was incredibly low.  I thought of stopping.  What was the point?  I held on.  Right now, the daily numbers have never been higher.  I am sure that I will be floating around the ether for some time to come. 

So, thank you readers—those that have stuck with me for years and those who are just finding these pages.  Knowing you are out there is what makes me continue to sit down every other morning and write.

You can trust I will continue with the precept with which I started writing this blog:  reporting the good, the odd, the explosive…the truth.

Rudy Wants a Devil's Dick

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Keith Buys a Sling

 Jackson—June, 2026

The very next day after my Saturday afternoon at the bookstore (with the medical table) I got a text from Kane, the hot young man with the furry ass.  He wanted to meet at the same place.  I couldn’t say no.  He got there before me and commandeered one of the gloryhole booths.  I found him.  I went to my knees as he arched his back and ate his hairy hole.  I got him good and wet, stood and pushed in. 

We could both tell almost instantly that he had rushed his cleanout.  I hoped he’d do a rinse in the restroom—but instead he opted to take off.  I stayed and played a little.  But the Sunday crowd was small and my heart wasn’t in it.  I went home.  Feeling a little blue balled… 

 

Saugatuck—June, 2026

Which was why I was thrilled to get a text on Monday from Keith.  He had bought a sling.  It had just been delivered and he was itching to get into it.  Did I have the afternoon available?  I did—and off I went…

 

Keith has actually bought three pieces of sex furniture.  There is a sling with a very compact frame that makes it look odd to me.  He now has a rimseat that looks a lot like mine and a ‘sex swing’ that neither of us can figure out how to get into it. A package deal, I believe.

We strip—and head for the huge bed where we always start our meets at his house.  I lie spreadeagled.  Keith crawls between my legs and buries his handsome face into the pouch of my jock.  His tongue is all over the rough fabric.  He moans and digs under the side of the pouch and frees my cock.  He swallows me, slightly tumescent, but I quickly harden all the way as his skilled mouth goes to work.

Keith can’t stop licking me.  My balls get reverential treatment.  My perineum is treated to the same exquisite tongue lapping.  He keeps returning to my dripping cock head, swabbing up the precum.  I know to lie there and let him get his fill.

His own cock is rock hard from working me over.  It distends the pouch of his jock.  But I don’t reach for it.  I want his ass.

“Keep licking, but turn for me.”

He knows what I want.  He turns, straddling my chest, his face above my cock and his ass right where I can lift my head and tongue it.  I begin—as he goes back to deep throating my dick at this new angle.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He is lightly haired back here.  I begin matting it with my tongue.

Soon I am drilling into his hole.  He groans around my cock in his throat.  I spit and poke it inside his slowly opening hole.  But I want more.

“Sit on my face.”

He moves so his legs are folded by my ears.  He sits gingerly, letting me get into him.  Then he really settles onto my face.  I love a good rimseat—but sometimes you just want the full weight of the man on your face.  Today, at this moment, that is what I want.  Need, actually.  I feel like I am incredibly deep inside him.  Keith groans loudly.  I pull his cheeks even farther apart and burrow into him.

I need to fuck.  I slap his ass with both hands.  He goes to all fours, facing the end of the bed.  I slide out from under him, grab the coconut oil off the bedside table and liberally apply it to my hard, wet cock.  I push into him.  Slowly.  He groans.  He exhales with each inch I work into him.

My overgrown bush is finally rubbing against his ass cheeks.  I hold another moment and begin the first fuck of the day.  Slow.  Exploratory.  Letting him feel my full length on every stroke.  I speed up.  His ass feels great,  Wet and clingy.  I am soon slamming into him, my panting matching his.

“Let’s move to your new sling.”

I pull out.  His hole gapes.  I bend and soothe it with my tongue.  We go out to the living room where the sling has been set up.  We spend some time getting the sling high enough for how tall I am.   Keith gets into it.  He tells me he’s comfortable and I begin eating his hole again.  I can’t get enough of it today.  I swear I can taste myself deep inside him.

I stand up.  I fuck.  The sling moves well with me.  He is at the perfect height to give his hole a hard fucking.  I grab the side bars and pump into Keith as hard as I know how.  I slow.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  It is incredibly juicy now.  I lick and swallow—which makes my cock even harder.  I stand up and plow into him once again.

I suggest we move back to the bed.  I am thinking the rimseat is handy there—and I don’t care who gets under it first.  Before I can say anything, Keith is on all fours on the bed—right by the edge so I can fuck standing up.  Of course I slide into him. 

I fuck.

Keith moans.

And everything changes.  My balls need release.  Now.  My cock goes into overdrive.  I pummel his ass.  Keith is panting.  “You’re going to load me, aren’t you….”

I grunt something that sounds affirmative.  I can’t believe I’m going to shoot so soon—but my balls have had the two previous days of play without shooting.  They want release.  Right now.

I try to slow down—but I can’t.

“FUCK!”

I begin firing into him.  Keith groans and clamps down on me, milking my cock for every drop.  I stand stock still and let him do it.  When he releases me, I slide out and kneel to lick up the pearl of cum escaping his hole. 

Keith rolls over.  He begins jerking his dick.  I slide a finger into his cummy hole.  I find his prostate and begin teasing it.  In no time, he shoots all over his hairy chest.  I swab it up and finger it into his hole to mix with mine…

The Hot Ass on the Medical Table

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