Fucking Kane: "This is What I Need..."

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

I had had a very busy January.  There was an enforced pause at the end of the month when a family member was in the hospital and I spent two days there.  Fortunately, the hospital issue had the best possible outcome for all involved.  I wanted to celebrate.  And by chance, Kane sent a text.  He was horny—and wanted his fabulously hairy ass pounded.  We agreed to meet at the big sex club in Lansing where he had been gangbanged earlier in the month.  He told me he wanted a more one-on-one experience—and I was fine with that.

I arrived a little early.  I wanted time to prowl—and maybe get some warm-up head.  Just as I was about to go in, I got a text from Kane.  He was running late.  Really late. I replied, telling him what I was about to do—and that I would see him soon…

 

It’s Saturday night, so there are more straight/bi men than usual as it is a night swinging couples often appear looking for a third.  It also means the men are milling around—and not playing, but waiting.  I go into the blackout room, leaning against the wall, my cock out. 

A man comes in.  I can see nothing about him.  He feels along the wall and bumps into me.  His hand finds my cock.  He caresses it, making little mewling sounds as he does it. 

“You can suck it…”

He let’s go as if it were a live wire and stumbles out of the room.  My eyes are growing accustomed to the lack of light.  I now see the silhouette of a thin guy come in.  He finds me and strokes me.  He takes out his dick—and I take a turn stroking his cock.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He sighs and begins fucking my face in a slow, sensual rhythm.  I am sure this is the same young Black man I’ve sucked here on previous visits. 

He is juicing up now.  His breathing changes.  He is on the edge of orgasm—and pulls out of my mouth.  It’s too early in his evening to shoot.  He takes off.

I stay awhile longer, but no one else ventures in.  I make the tour of the gloryhole booths, the video lounge where a Transwoman is getting fucked bent over the couch.  Two guys are waiting in line for her ass, but she’s insisting on condoms—so I keep going with my tour.

I bump into Julian—the guy with reddish blond hair that I fuck at the bookstore close to home.  He is here with a friend.  I tell him about Kane.  Julian is a true vers—and a hot, hairy ass sounds great to him.  I agree to find him when Kane arrives.

But he’s still not here.  Julian finds me again in ten minutes or so.  Julian suggests I fuck him until Kane arrives.  I agree.  We find an alcove off the main lounge.  There is a chair there for Julian to kneel on.  He strips and presents me with his full, thick ass.  I go to my knees and chow down.  A guy who is a friend of Julian’s watches me, stroking his cock.  But soon he’s paying no attention as he has a cocksucker at his feet.

I stand up and slide in.

“I always forget just how big you are…” Julian moans.  I slap his ass and begin to fuck.  The sound attracts a man from the lounge.  He comes into his alcove and takes out his dick. 

“Make him suck it,” I tell the guy, as if Julian doesn’t love cock in his mouth. 

The guy eagerly gives Julian his cock.  I love to see a guy used at both ends.  We are both fucking into Julian at very different speeds.  I am doing slow, long strokes while the guy in his mouth is fucking into him like a jack rabbit.

“You wanna fuck his ass?”

The guy slows his pummeling of Julian’s mouth for a moment and considers it.  But he’s too close to shooting.  He just picks up the tempo and gives Julian the load down his throat…

*

Julian has gone home happy before Kane shows up.  We find each other quickly.  I suggest the sling.  He asks for a more private place.  I suggest I close the door of the cage so men can only watch—not touch.  But we end up in one of the larger gloryhole booths.  He loses his sweat pants and underwear and kneels on the chair.  I go to work on his hairy ass with my tongue.  I lick every inch of the furred valley between his butt cheeks before zeroing in on his hole.  It flowers open easily.  I tongue fuck him.

I am aware that a man is peering at us through the glory hole.  The guy watches me stand up and slide into Kane’s ass.  The guy behind the wall stands up and pushes his dick through the hole.  It is inches from Kane’s face, but he ignores it.  I am surprised, but kind of pleased that he really wants to just concentrate on me.

I speed up the fuck, making Kane moan.  “Daddy…” he croons, “this is what I need…”

I keep fucking into his hot and now very juicy hole.  I pull out and Kane spins to suck my cock.  “Lick me clean,” I tell him (and for our eavesdropper behind the wall, who is now watching again.)

I pull out of his mouth and kneel behind him.  I tongue his well fucked ass.  I love how he self-lubes.  I force myself to stop eating his hole and fuck it once more.

This time when I pull out, he cleans me again and asks to find another place to fuck.  I suggest the alcove where I fucked Julian—as the chair there is padded and more comfortable. 

Once there, this time Kane gets fully naked.  He’s about to kneel on the chair, when I stop him.  I sit and swivel around so my legs hang over the back of the chair and my head rests on the seat.  “Now sit on my face.”  He does.  I love that his hairy ass is all but cutting off my air as I tongue him.  It’s likely hard on Kane’s legs.  I double tap his hip to get him to stand up.  He does—and we change places.  He kneels and I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  A few guys watch us, but I don’t let them touch him.

I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me—with a big grin on his face.  He has a long drive home (he was in town seeing a platonic friend) and wants to get off and hit the road.

“Where’s the dark room you told me about.  I’d love for you to breed me there.” 

He puts his sweatpants back on and we go across the lounge and into the dark room.  We find the chair back behind the wall with the gloryhole in it.  He sits and sucks my cock for a long time.  This is getting me close.  “Now breed me,” me hisses, moving around into a kneeling position on the chair.

I sink into him.  I begin a slow fuck.  It builds quickly.  I hear him beat his own ample cock.  His breath becomes ragged.

“Shoot, Daddy.  I want your cum!”

I pick up the pace even more.  I hear him do the same with his hand.

“Oh, fuck…” I groan.

He erupts on the seat of the chair.  His ass squeezes me with each of his spurts.  It sends me over the edge, flooding his guts with my creamy seed…

A Great Mouth and a Hot Cocked Young Daddy

 Near Home—January, 2026

 

It should come as no surprise to any of my readers that I fled to the nearest bookstore the day after the grim time spent in the playroom detailed in the last post.  It was in the middle of the week—so I wasn’t expecting much.  I just wanted someone on my dick who knew what they were doing…

 

There are three men in the theatre.  I sit in my usual chair and pull out my cock.  I look around at the guys.  There is one guy in his 30’s.  He’s on his phone.  There is a guy in his 50’s and he nods to me.  I nod back, but he goes back to watching the big screen television.  The third guy is older than I am and is awake one moment—and asleep the next.

I stroke.  For a long time.

The door opens.  A young man I recognize comes in.  He’s short and dark and wears a crocheted Kufi cap.  His eyes light up when he sees me.  He loves to suck my big cock—and is really good at it.  He sits and quickly scrolls through his phone—and then comes and kneels between my spread legs.  He inhales the scent of my balls, sighs and begins to suck.  His tongue is everywhere, but it can’t stay out of my leaking piss slit.  I sigh and murmur my appreciation.

He changes up and is now doing a repeated deep throating of every inch of my cock.  This makes the guy who nodded to me earlier stand up and come over to watch. He gropes himself as he watches my cock disappear down the young man’s throat.  My cocksucker comes up for air.  He takes a deep breath before beginning to lick my nuts.  I sigh and touch his shoulder.  He works even harder.

The middle-aged guy bends and begins sucking my cock while the young guy is busy with my balls.  If it happened an hour later, I would have shot, it felt so good, but I’m not there yet—though it feels wonderful.  I worry that the young man will be put off—but he loves it, pausing for a millisecond to take in what’s happening.

Now he leaves my wet balls.  He takes a deep breath and the older man, to his credit, pulls off me, knowing the younger guy wants my dick again.  I kind of expect the older guy to open his fly and feed me, but he doesn’t.  He happily watches the younger guy take me to the root repeatedly.  After a few of those, he goes back to my balls.  The older man again leans over and sucks my cock once more.  I revel in having two good mouths on me.

The young man stands up, stretching.  He nods to me and I thank him.  I wonder if the older guy will take his place, but he goes back to his seat—and soon leaves the theatre.  The young man knows the other young man who’s been on his phone.  They begin trading blowjobs.

I stroke, watching the guys go back and forth on each other.

A movie star handsome guy comes in.  He’s somewhere between 35 and 40.  He takes one look at my dick and sits next to me.  In no time, he’s on his knees.  He’s not as good as the Middle Eastern guy, but very good.  I hear him open his fly and stroke as he sucks me.  In moments, he has stopped sucking me and has shot his load between my combat boots.  He leaves in a hurry.

The guy in the Kufi goes out to his car.  His play partner goes back to his phone.  I stroke.

The door opens.  A decent looking guy comes in, wearing a sweatshirt from the local university.  He looks like a young dad in need of relief.  He sits in a corner where he can only see the straight screen.  He takes out his cock and strokes it.  I can’t quite see it, as he keeps it where his open fly is blocking my view.  He looks at my cock—and quickly looks back at the screen where a woman is taking two dicks at once.

The guy on his phone puts it down and looks at the young daddy in the sweatshirt.  He stands up and goes over.  I am amazed when the young daddy nods and offers him his dick.  Phone Guy works hard.  He wants the load.  I watch them—far hotter than the porn.  But Phone Guy can’t get him off.  He stands up, offering the young daddy his dick.  He won’t suck him, shaking his head.  Phone Guy sighs and walks to the restroom. 

We stroke.  The porn is doing it for the Daddy in the corner.  I want a turn on his dick.  I nod to him.  He looks at me for a long moment, then nods an affirmative.  (After all, I am likely twice his age.)  I get up and kneel in front of him.  It’s a very hard, close to seven-incher.  He’s cut tight—there is very little loose skin.  I take him all the way down.  Then back up to begin tonguing his head.

Instantly, he is breathing hard.  “You have a hot mouth,” he murmurs as I push into his piss slit.  He gasps and begins juicing all over my tongue.

I know he’s going to shoot pretty fast.  I don’t want him to rip it out of my mouth and shoot manually.  I pull off and murmur.  “Feed me—I love to swallow.”

His eyes light up.  So many men love to hear those words—and he is one of them.  He relaxes and lets me do anything I want to his cock.  In moments, he grabs the top of my head as he explodes.  He holds me in place—making sure I’m going to keep my word.  I take every last drop.  I clean his cock of any stray seed until he’s squirming and trying to get me to stop.

I finally pull off him.  He stands up and I catch one last drip off his penis before he tucks it away.  “That was hot,” he whispers.  “You can suck me anytime…”

He goes out the door.

I decide to go, too.  I don’t think my day will get any better…

Playroom Disaster

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

I received a message on one of the kinkier hook-up sites from a man around my age.  His wife had been using toys on his ass.  He wanted the real thing.  He had seen my dick in my pictures—and he wanted me to be the first man to cum in his ass.

As I type that first paragraph, it sounds like a lot of fun.  Even hot.  But there were issues from the first correspondence.  I asked about clean out.  He made a vague reply.  I told him to find one of the tutorials online, as my cock goes deep.  He asked if I wanted to give him the enema.  I did not.  That was his time, to prepare for me.

I also asked for picture as his profile was blank.  I knew if he refused, I’d pull the plug on this right now.  But he promptly sent me a picture.  He passed that test.  We set a date a week away.  He wrote me fairly often.  He added some stretch play to his list of things to do.  And for me to ‘really take charge.’

I finally sent the address, the day before our meet, reminding him that he needed to be cleaner for me than for his wife’s toys…

 

Dan is right on time.  He is nervous.  I ask if he needs the restroom to check things before we head downstairs.  He doesn’t.  I take him down to strip off and I go back upstairs to do the same thing.  He is kneeling near the flattened fuck bench as I come back into the playroom.  He had claimed to be five years younger than me—but the man I see before me looks a good ten years older.  He is tall, with a gut that looks even bigger with his thin frame. But, hey, I fuck men of all ages and builds…

His oral technique is more eager than skilled.  I extract my cock from his mouth and pull his face into my ball sack.  “Lick it.”  He does, with verve.  I harden up.

I tell him to get up on the fuck table.  He likes the feel of the padded bench.  I work his hole with a lubed finger.  He is tight.  I am ashamed to say I can’t bring myself to rim him—as I am still leery of his cleanout (or lack of…)

I grab the tiny pink butt plug.  I grease it up with coconut oil and work it in.  It pops into place.  I do it a few more times.  His hole gapes the tiniest bit—but enough for my dick to stretch him open.  He gasps.  I stay buried in him.  Slowly, I begin to fuck.  He groans.  I work his hole for a few minutes.  It’s the moment of truth.  I pull out and my dick is clean.  I take it to his face to see how he’ll react to ass to mouth.  He licks me with a deep moan.

I fuck him again.   He takes me a little easier.  And this time he begs for my cock in his mouth as I pull out.  I give it him.

We move to the sling.  But before he gets in, he looks at the toys under the television which is play a hot orgy scene.  He asks about the speculum.  I tell him what it is and he tells me that is the kind of stretch he wants.  I help him into the sling.  I fuck him once more.  I know I am going deeper.

I grease up the sides of the speculum and work it into him.  His hole is much more receptive now.  I crank it open slowly.  He loves the stretch. He really loves my index finger playing with his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew.  I stand up and fuck him with the toy in place.  I pull out slowly.  Any time I fuck with a speculum in place, it makes for a vacuum as I pull out.  It does this time, too.  And it pulls everything out of his guts from around the bend—that he hadn’t bothered to clean.  I am furious.  But try to control it.  I tell him we need to end the session.  He begs me to clean again, asking if I have a bulb.

I go up to the bathroom with him and hook up the Ergo Flo with the long nozzle, to the shower head.  He cleans himself and I try to clean and deodorize the playroom.

He comes down, claiming he’s clean.  I manage to get hard enough again to fuck.  I know his reason here is to take my cum.  After a few moments of fucking, I fake an orgasm.  He hasn’t a clue that I am only pretending to shoot inside him.  I stay there for a moment, panting just like I do when I have the real thing.  I pull out.  My cock has tiny flexes of shit on it. 

I know I did the right thing.  He drives home, elated, with my imaginary cum load deep in his guts…

*

Not my finest hour in the playroom.  Of course, he is asking to come back…

As that was a depressing post, I will post some pictures that are hotter than anything that was happening that day in the playroom…

A Hot Ass to the Rescue

 Near Home—January, 2026

 

I was looking forward to the house party to the north of me.  But on the Friday before, yet another snowstorm moved in as temperatures dropped.  It was wisely cancelled.  As I got up on the Saturday morning, it was 16 degrees below zero. 

I made an extra cup of tea and thought about what I might do to get rid of my raging hard on.  I checked with a couple of regulars—but they were busy or content to be house bound.  The temperature slowly climbed.  After lunch it reached a whopping seven degrees.  I drove, carefully, to the bookstore…

 

There are more men here than cars in the lot.  Did they carpool?  My usual chair is available.  The six men here watch me unzip.  I harden up, all eyes on me.  The only man who has his dick out is a vaguely attractive white guy around my age.  He stands up and walks over.  He offers me his half hard cock to suck.  I nod and take him in my mouth.  The guy breaks open a bottle of poppers and his cock wilts—as the man never takes the brown bottle from his nostril.

He moans as if I am giving him excellent head.  He sees my cock, bats my hand away and gives it a stroke.  Then his grip tightens to a death grip—and he twists.  I actually yelp out loud.  He can’t figure out what he’s done.  I tell him he gripped too hard and my cock is not to twisted.  His response is to go outside and have a cigarette.

When he comes back in, he ditches his coat on a chair and comes back to my side.  He vaguely apologizes and we try again.  Two minutes into round two, he does the exact same thing.  This time I am louder—and tell him to never touch me again.  Through his popper befuddled mind, he still doesn’t understand.  He grabs his coat and leaves.

I fume.  Why did I come?

Another man comes over.  He is older, white and small framed.  He asks to suck me, but he can’t kneel on the hard floor.  I tell him I can fuck his face.  He sits in the chair next to mine and pulls out his tiny, soft dick.  I stand up and feed him mine.  This is better.  I encourage him to open a little more.  Either he can’t or he can’t hear me.  I spend a little more time fucking his face, but it’s not comfortable.  I keep hitting his canines—and I don’t want to shred my dick.

I pull out.  He’s never gotten hard, but he seems pleased at the face fuck.

I sit back down.  I stroke.

Two new men come in—a larger white guy and a cute young Latino.

It takes a while, but the larger guy finally comes over and asks to suck me.  I nod.  He goes to his knees.  His larger mouth is great—and he has a very busy tongue.  I relax and let him go to work.  Suddenly, he whimpers and decides to nibble on my pronounced helmet head.  I instantly tell him to stop.  He sighs—and says he should have asked.  I go into the bright fluorescent light of the restroom to inspect for damage.  There is none.

I go back and sit, stroking a little gingerly until I’m sure everything feels normal.  The big guy has left.  There is only the young Latino and one other guy on his phone.  The Latino pulls out his cock.  Even across the room, I can tell it’s a beautiful dick—an uncut seven incher.

He nods to me.  I stand up and go over.  It feels safer, after all the other men, for me to do the sucking.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  He moans and pulls his fly open a little wider.  I work hard trying to get his foreskin to retract, but it doesn’t.  He is precumming like crazy—sweet and sticky.

I pull off his cock and begin tonguing his slightly musky nuts.  He groans and begins jerking himself as I keep on lapping.  I suck them carefully into my mouth.  I lick under them.  As I try to work up the shaft, he suddenly stands up and begins to fuck my face.  The foreskin disappears and his cock head finally comes in contact with my tongue.  He has to work hard not to blow his load.

He pulls out of my mouth.  He sits to catch his breath and I sit back down, too.

“You remember you fucked me?” he whispers.  (As if the guy on his phone was spying on us.)

I don’t recall it at all, but agree that I do.  I had thought he was vaguely familiar when I saw him—but I see so many men here—and certainly don’t play with all of them.  There is a whole troupe of guys who we are nothing but nodding acquaintances from here.

I ask if he’s prepared for fucking.

He is.  He stands up and steps out of his pants and underwear.  He leans against the pole that is in the middle of the room, jutting out his fleshy ass towards me.  I kneel behind him.  I pull apart his generous cheeks and begin licking his slightly gaping pucker.  He groans.  I begin a true tongue fuck.  He works his dick in time to my penetration of his hole.  His butt is driving me crazy.  I need to get my dick inside him.  I stand up and slap it on his cheeks.

“Fuck me with that big raw cock,” the Latino moans, letting me know just how he wants me inside him.  I slip inside.  I can’t stop until my pubes are grinding against his butt hole.  He stops jerking and pants.  I wait a few more seconds and begin to fuck.

He groans and begins to stroke himself.  “I want your load in my ass,” he mumbles.  

I pick up the pace.   It is not going to be a long fuck.  I can feel my nuts tightening already.  He is so damn cute—and has great ass skills.  He is clenching down on me with every other stroke.

“Breed me, Papi!  Make me fucking pregnant…”

I fuck him harder.  I really want to eat his hole again—but my cock is telling me to stay in place.  A few more strokes and I am howling out my orgasm and filling his butt with jizz.  He jerks harder and cums on the floor while I am still marinating in his ass.  I love the squeeze of his ass, milking me even more as he cums.

I slide out and kneel.  I taste his wet hole and catch a strand of cum trying to escape.  I push it back into him.  He turns and offers me his dripping dick to clean.  I dig my tongue into his jizz flavored foreskin…

And the guy on his phone never looks up…

The Problem with Kieran

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

My busy January continued with an appearance by Kieran in the playroom.  He would be there weekly if I let him.  I do think he has one of the best mouths I have ever had on my cock in recent years.  But lately, he wants to be fucked as well.

Kieren is married, so his shower time is problematic.  I know he has a dildo that he uses on himself.  He knows about cleanout—but the routine that is ‘good enough’ for his toy is not good enough for my mouth and cock.  It was not an easy conversation to have, but I talked to him about it.  The next time he was here, it was better.  Until it wasn’t.  He did not want to try to re-clean at my house, so we just ended the session.

I had agreed to play once more…

 

It’s a cold, cold day, but the heat is on in the playroom—and it is actually toasty.   I leave Kieran to get undressed and go strip down in my bedroom.  When I come back through the playroom door, I’m in just boots and a clean jock, covered by my bathrobe.  I find Kieran naked on the bed, his eyes glued to the porn.  It’s an eight-man orgy—and Kieran is riveted by it.  I hang my robe on the doorknob and present my cock mound to him.

His mouth is all over the fabric.  Soon, he pulls it to one side with his teeth, letting my hardening cock spring free.  He looks at it for a moment, before swallowing me down.  I love to harden up in his throat.  I plump up fast.  He waits for as long as he can, before pulling off me and gasping for air.  He catches a breath and devours me again.  First a series of quick deep throats—and then he settles down to licking my cockhead and piss slit with his fabulous tongue.  I close my eyes and just let him do whatever he wants.

I open them again when he moves to my balls.  He loves to inhale deeply, savoring the fragrance of my nut sack.

“Lie down on the bed, so I can do them right…”

I do, adjusting the pillow so my head is a little higher and I can watch.  He sits between my legs and begins licking my balls.  He lifts them, his tongue tracing my cock ring.  He knows I like a guy to dig his tongue between the ring and my balls.  He does it expertly, making me squirm.

Now his thick tongue is lapping every inch of them, leaving me covered in his hot saliva.  Soon enough, he comes back to lick all that up, too.  He begins to work up the shaft.  He does everything he’s already done before, but now with me lying down.  I close my eyes again and let him go to town.

He pulls off me.  “My hole needs your cock.”

He stands up, as do I.  I have hung a chain from the top of the sling frame for Kieran to use to grab onto.  He’s short—and the sling is set tall for my legs.  He rolls into place, releasing the chain.  I get him to pull himself down towards me, using the D-rings on the sling.  He’s in position and ready.  I go to my knees.  I finger his hole with coconut oil.   He’s done a good job today.  I go to lick his hole.  But there is a funk that makes me stop.  To be blunt, he’s cleaned the hole, but the expelling water has left his perineum and even his cheeks with an unpleasant smell.

I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Hard.  Letting out my frustration.  He’s taken away one of the things I love most about a good fuck.  I pump into him.  He’s surprised at my speed—but loving it.  And, surprisingly, my cock is, too.

“I think I could cum…” I mutter.

Before he can say anything.  I am unloading deep into his ass.  I’d thought about faking it—and my body took over.

He’s pleased.

I’m fine with the compromise.

But it means another talk before he’s over here again.  And I’m not looking forward to that…

History: Living Together

 We are back with the next piece of my personal history—trying, I guess, to figure out how I became the man I am today.  Last time, Rob and I had gone our separate ways at the end of my junior year for a summer of work.  I had slept with my roommate in Texas, but was relieved, though I wouldn’t have said it, to fly home to Michigan…

 

It was a happy reunion.  Almost as if we hadn’t been apart for close to three months.  Rob and I picked up right where we’d left off as he pulled his huge Dodge, crammed with just about all of his worldly goods, into my parent’s driveway.  We had to work fast to find an apartment back in our college town.  My father had actually been easy to convince to get me out of the dorms and try apartment living for my senior year.

Rob had always lived in cramped quarters during his American university days.  He really wanted to be in an apartment complex.  We found one by chance.  It was within walking distance from the campus, which was important to me as I had no car.  Even better, it was a brand-new construction and we would be the very first tenants in the building. 

Rob handled all the paperwork, with me watching and learning.  There were a lot of life skills I needed to learn—and I kept right on absorbing them.  He was an effortless teacher—once he got used to the idea.

We settled in just in time for school to begin.  I loved my senior year.  Rob, though older, was not quite there yet.  He’d changed majors, losing a huge amount of credits in the process.  He also had to work as well as go to class.   Life was good in our new home.

Not without conflict—like any two people living together, we could rub each other the wrong way.  He loved to cook.  So did I.  We tried working together preparing our first supper there—whoops!  I still can hear his stentorian voice saying: “I just stirred that…” as I raised a lid once too often.  We quickly fixed the issue by alternating nights.  We also, wisely, kept our finances separate.  He could and did buy everything.  I was the exact opposite.

The sex was good.  Not especially varied, but I loved sharing a bed.  Some 69—get off in each other’s mouths for minimal clean up, roll over and go to sleep.  It was perfect for 21-year- old me.  Rob still had a roving eye.  I made peace with it.  Another man’s cock in his mouth for a few minutes didn’t really bother me.  I would prefer that he’d bring him home for the both of us, but that didn’t happen.  Yet.

I did meet the woman he’d had an affair with right after his divorce. We stumbled on her at some community theatre performance we were all attending. While Rob went to the restroom, she told me she could never believe he was gay.  She said a few other choice things to me.  When Rob returned and picked up on how she was taking it, he made a point of telling her about how he loved the size of my penis.   They never saw each other again.

There was a true adult bookstore in our college town.  We ventured in.  We found a rather hardcore gay magazine.  Rob bought it and we had hours of adventures—using it to fuel our own sex.  It was likely the first time I’d seen three men in a bed together—at least I don’t remember any multiples in the mags from my brother.

Rob saw one of our professors, occasionally, too.  In ‘that’ way.  They both were drinkers and once inhibitions were down, they had oral sex.  I knew this had started before I’d met Rob—and it seemed like a logical outlet.  Somehow, I ended up on a field trip with the same professor that involved an overnight.  I saw the professor naked—and he was my size.  I instantly knew why Rob was attracted…And yes, I sampled that matched cock and he mine.  Though only for a moment before he went off to another student in another room…

Ah, the 1970’s…

*

In the middle of the winter of 1979, Rob asked if I had ever had sex with a woman.  I told him, truthfully, no.  I knew I was attracted to men—and went with it.  Having been married briefly and then the affair with the married woman mentioned above, he rather offhandedly suggested it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try it and make sure. 

I wasn’t sure I wanted to bother.  He mentioned a woman in the drama department.  She’d broken up with her high school boyfriend and was going through all the gay men in the department, trying to flip them.  I found it more funny than sexy…

The thought stuck.  I talked to the young woman.  She was enthusiastic.  (I’m sure Rob had told her I was big….)  We arranged a time.  Rob helped put fresh sheets on the bed and went to the bar, telling me to have fun.  Sheryl arrived.  We talked.  She was on birth control and hated condoms.  In those pre-HIV days, we didn’t think any farther.  We talked more and went for it.  She was my age, a blond and big boned.  She told me my tongue work on her breasts was great.  I wanted to go lower, but she hated cunnilingus—it was too intense for her.  She sucked me.  I made encouraging noises, but realized for the first time how much bigger men’s mouths are—and missed the roominess.  I fingered her and we fucked.  It all went fine.  And I didn’t repeat it for years and years…

Much more interesting was a handsome young man in the show I was directing and Rob was musically directing, as well as acting in it.  We both wanted him.  He seemed straight but bendable.  Rob made play after play for him—and was always rebuffed.  I had purchased my Dad’s old car when he replaced it.  I offered to take the young man home.  He agreed.  He directed me out into the countryside, told me to park and suck his dick—‘like I know you want…’

I did.  Nothing special.  But I’d won.  And told Rob the moment I got home.  He was grumpy, which surprised me as he would done the guy in a heartbeat and told me instantly if he’d won.  It proved to be all fine---but we never did that particular thing again…

Before we knew it, it was my graduation.  We both had summer theatre jobs.  Rob was going back to where he’d worked before.  I was working in Michigan this year.  We’d be close enough to actually see each other if there was any time to get away.

We closed up the apartment. We had been incredibly happy there.  I can still see it…the only place we would be able to truly call home for a very long time as two young men navigated the arts in the Midwest.

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Until I hit publish, I didn't even remember this was Valentine's Day--a holiday we used as an excuse to send Falcon's naked Valentine's Day cards to each other.  Rob would be in my life for another 29 years.

The Return of Road Worker

 Near Home—January, 2026

 

I stayed home, mostly content, after the evening at the bookstore detailed in the last post.  (Two orgasms tend to do that.)  There was a slight warming in the weather (highs in the 20’s not the teen’s) that got me out of the house on the next Thursday.  I decided to try my luck.  After all, it was the day I often bumped into Cute College Kid…

 

The parking lot is all but empty.   I wonder it I should just turn around and go home.  But I don’t.  I go in.  Two men, strangers to me, are in the room.  They couldn’t be more different in looks—the first man, in his 50’s, is dressed like he’s just left his bank job.  The other guy, maybe a few years older, is all jeans and flannel shirt with work boots.  But the good news is that each has his cock out—and are stroking to the straight video.

I sit and pull out my cock.  They notice—but barely.

We stroke. 

I get the nod from the business guy first.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  It’s a regulation six-incher.   It’s not very hard, but I figure I can fix that.  I work on him.  He murmurs his appreciation, but his cock never stiffens up.  If anything, his cock gets floppier.

I pull off him.  He leans in and whispers: “That was great.  Thanks.”  He heads to the restroom, as if I’ve gotten him off.  He takes off.

Flannel Shirt lets the entrance door shut before he turns to me and says, rather loudly: “If you like cock, come work on mine.” 

I shrug and go over.  He’s a little thicker—with extra skin, though not a full foreskin.  I suck.  He is not fully hard either.  And I can’t quite get him there.  His cock fills for a few moments, but then he loses it again.  Once again, he seems to be enjoying what I’m doing, but he’s never going to be able to shoot at this rate.

I work his balls out of his underwear.  I lick his very hairy sack for quite awhile as he jerks his cock.  This is working.  He’s harder now, with his own hand and my tongue on his nuts.  I think we might be getting somewhere.

“Take it,” he grunts and shoves his cock into my mouth.  It wilts.  There is no ejaculate.  But he seems happy.  I clean him up, as if there was cum everywhere.  He shoves himself back into his pants and takes off.

I stroke alone.

The door opens and the Voyeur walks in.  He sits next to me, all smiles.  We chat as he opens his fly.  “You can suck it,” he tells me “but I should tell you, I shot just before I came here.”

I smile and inwardly roll my eyes.  I don’t suck him right then, but soon I decide that even soft, it’d be more fun than the talky video.  I firm him up a little, but my knees wear out long before I’d call it hard.  I sit back down.

I stroke.  The Voyeur flails at his half hard cock…

The door opens and everything changes.  It’s Road Worker, the shaggy haired construction guy.  I haven’t seen him in months.  The Voyeur literally elbows me as RW walks in.  Road Worker nods to us, not really focusing on who we are.  He sits and pulls out his very hard cock.  Only then does he really ‘see’ me.  He smiles. My dick, after all, is the dick of choice for his ass. 

I stand up and kneel in front of him.  I always suck his cock for a bit before we get to the main event.  It’s great to have a rampant dick finally in my mouth.  And a juicy one.  He groans, letting his head loll back and shaking his shoulder length curls.  He carefully stands up, keeping his dick in my mouth.  He begins fucking my face.  (The Voyeur jerks to this—and is now rock hard.)

“Fuck me?” he grunts out—as he pauses fucking my mouth.

I nod and stand up.  He steps out of his grimy jeans.  There is no underwear.  He turns to toss them in his chair.  I haven’t seen this hairless ass for quite some time.  I go to my knees, grab his hips and pull him onto my face so I can tongue his ass.  He groans.  I truly believe that I am the only man who does this to him.  His hole begins to gape.

“I need your cock,” he grunts out.  I stand up.  I grease up.  He stays bent over, braced on the arms of the leather chair.  I slide in.  Easily.

“Fuck,” he croons.  He deliberately stops stroking himself to make it last.  I love being buried again in this hot butt.  I begin a slow in and out.  RW begins jerking himself along with me.  He stops and takes a hit of poppers and passes them back to me, uncapped.  Why not?  I keep the motion going as I take a hit.  The vapors hit—first Road Worker and then me.  I pick up the pace.  His hand is now a blur.  I want to breed him—though usually he shoots long before me.

I fuck him harder.  No mercy.  Making it all about me.  Just what he loves.  He jerks faster.  I think I could shoot.  But Road Worker gets there before me.  His ass spasms as he covers the linoleum with his load.  He pulls off me—no longer able to take me once he’s shot.

I am panting—and my cock is drooling cum on the floor.…

But I’m pretty sure my first spurt was inside him.

Road Worker thanks me…and gives me the poppers that he can’t take home,

He goes off jauntily, taking some of my DNA with him…