A Little Help From My Friend

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

September was going to be a very busy month as I’d picked up a work project.  I wanted to get some play in before my commitment got even more time consuming.  I went to the local bookstore on the first Thursday afternoon of the month.

 

I walk into the darkened room.  Six or seven guys are here—and I recognize only two of them.  I sit down in my usual chair.  Men are kneading their crotches, but no one has freed their cock.  I help that along by taking mine out and stroking it to hardness.  The moment the hottest guy sees it, he takes his out, too.

I really like the look of him.  He is likely in his early 50’s, with a shaved head and still has the athletic body of his youth.  His dick is short but thick—a true beercan—and I like that he seems to be intrigued by the action on both screens in the theatre.  I nod to him, but he just looks at me.

The Voyeur comes in.  He sits a few seats away from me.  We greet each other as he gets his dick out, too.

We all stroke.  An older man keeps looking at me.  He gets up and comes over.  “Can I suck that thing?”

“Sure.”

He goes carefully to his knees.  Just before his mouth connects with me, he looks up and asks:  “You been fuckin’ anyone?”   As he’s watched my every move since my arrival, it’s rather an odd question.

“No, not today.”

He grunts and begins to suck.  He’s not bad, but he keeps spitting out the excess spit, making a pool by boots.  Shaved Head is intrigued with the actual sex now happening in the room.  He spreads his legs in open invitation.  An older man gets up and sits next to him.  It takes him a moment, but eventually he reaches out and touches Shaved Head’s big ball sack.  The guy doesn’t do anything else.

My man has hacked and spit for the final time.  He struggles to his feet.  He sits back down in his chair.  He looks satisfied.  I turn my attention to Shaved Head.  I nod to him again—and once more he looks at me but makes no response.  The guy stops fondling his balls.  Shaved Head looks at him, obviously wanting more but seems unable to express it.  After a minute, he gets up and moves to vacant chair by the gay screen behind me.

I turn around and watch him for a moment. Another older man reaches out and this time the guy jerks him rather timidly.  The Voyeur gets up and moves where he can see the limited action.  He stands very close to Shaved Head’s chair. 

I watch the video in front of me, then check back behind me.  Shaved Head is looking bored with the timid hand job.  The Voyeur catches my eye and smiles.  He leans in to Shaved Head’s ear and whispers something.  SH looks at him and gets up.  They both come towards me.

“If you want a blow job, he has a great mouth,” I hear the Voyeur whisper rather loudly.

Shaved Head stands in front of me, presenting his hard cock to me without a word.  I slip to my knees and begin to suck.  “Fuckkkk…” Shaved Head croons.

“I told you,” The Voyeur stage whispers.

I love how his cock is juicing.  To help it along, I pull off his thick dick and jerk it as I begin licking his balls.  He groans again.  The Voyeur strokes faster.

I go back to his cock.  He’s awash with precum.  I hungrily lick it up.

“You swallow?”  Shaved Head’s breath is rather raspy now.  I nod, never leaving his dick.

“He loves cum,” The Voyeur tells him.  “Feed it all to him.”

I am working hard.  I hear another blow job happening, but out of my sight.

Shaved Head is very close.  He reaches down and grabs the back of my head, holding me down on his cock.  He lets out a roar that fills the room.  He begins spurting across my tongue and right down my throat.  At least six jets of cum, maybe more.  I hold his balls so he can’t pull out of my mouth.  The moment I get the last dribble on my tongue, I begin cleaning every inch of his cock as he twists in exquisite agony. 

His tongue bath done, I let him go.  He pulls me up and gives me a big bear hug—and takes off.

A man cums loudly around the corner.  This young man walks past The Voyeur and I on his way to the rest room, his long thin (and wet) cock swinging in the breeze.  I thank The Voyeur. 

“He had no clue you were trying to get him,” he grins.  “I just told him.”

We sit down next to each other.  “You really wanted his load,” he whispers.  “Your hunger made me drip.”

“Still got a load?”

He nods and I kneel between his legs.   I am more than happy to suck him.  After all, if nothing else, I want him to keep sending men my way.  I work along time.  The other men filter out of the room as I keep sucking.

Once we’re alone, I stop.  “As a thank you, I think I need to eat your ass…”

His eyes light up.  He drops his pants and kneels on the chair.  I dig my tongue into his generous butt cheeks and keep licking away as he strokes his dick…

Equipment Close-Up: The Egg-Headed Dildo

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Egg-Headed Dildo

 

As I was looking through my posts about the equipment I use in the playroom, I saw that I had written up all the recent toys given to me by fuckbuds, but a number of the toys I have had for years have never gotten a post devoted to them.  I will start to rectify that with one of the workhorses of the playroom:  the Egg-Headed Dildo.

I can’t even remember when I bought this toy, but it was very early on and likely before I started writing the blog in 2011.  I was playing then, as now, with a number of men who were into fisting.  I wanted a toy that would match me in size so that I could double fuck the guy’s ass with ease, tightening his stretched hole back down.  This toy looked perfect for that.

I know I bought it at Fort Troff.  They haven’t sold it now for years.

It is just under eight inches long with an insertable length of seven inches.  The circumference is six and half inches on the widest part of the egg-head.  It is a stretch most men can take—even my non-fisting buds.

The much thinner shaft of the toy is ribbed.  I have seen those ribs give bottoms so much pleasure.  For the guy who just loves dick, it’s a good break from mine.  Usually, my cock opens them up, then the toy goes in and then back to me.

With my fisting guys, I still open them up with my dick.  When they have relaxed, I go for this toy.  It slides in easily.  I push the base down and add my cock.  I love the feel of the ribs on the underside of my shaft.  My cock head slams into the slightly thicker head of this toy on each stroke.  The man’s hole is back to feeling as tight as when we started.

Occasionally, I pull the toy up and get my dick in under the toy.  I don’t find it as comfortable, but Jake, for one, loves it.  When it’s this way around the base of the toy is in my pubes—so the toy is fucked deeper into him with each stroke.

It washes up easily—and has taken countless baths in boiling water…

I have always loved this toy.  Simple, but providing so much pleasure for both the top and the bottom.

A Horny Crowd of Men

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

It was the last Saturday night of August.  A Hetero couple had advertised they would be at my favorite bookstore at 9pm.  Posting an ad almost always guarantees a crowd.  I wasn’t sure I cared about this particular couple—but there would be a lot of horny men there…

 

The parking lot is full.  I am here fifteen minutes before their arrival.  I go in.  I sit on the long side wall where I can see both screens, as it is one of the few seats available.  The crowd of men, most of whom I have not seen before, is restless, waiting to see if the couple will show up.

At 9pm, a straight guy I recognize from here, comes in.   He has his phone out.  He takes the last open chair in the place, right next to the straight screen.  He keeps looking at his phone.  Fifteen minutes later, he glances once more at the screen.  He scowls, stands up and all but stomps out of the room.  I can only guess the couple has cancelled.  Two other men follow him out the door.  Others, take out their dicks and begin stroking.

Hands reach to help out.  There are suddenly three hand jobs happening.  I look towards the gay screen.  A handsome man in his 50’s has his dick out.  He gives me the nod.  There is now a vacant chair next to him.  I go over and sit there.

“That’s a beauty,” he whispers.  “Can I suck it?”

“Sure.”

“Can you stand in front of me.  My knees can’t take this floor.”

I smile, nod and stand up.  I move in front of him and he leans in to take me in his mouth.   He’s good.  His tongue is everywhere.  I sigh, quite loudly.

The reaction of the room is electric.  I can’t see them, but I can now hear men having sex.  When I finally turn slightly to look, I am glad to see we have inspired two pairs of men to suck each other.

My guy pulls off me with a satisfied sigh.  “You take a long time to shoot, right?”

I nod.  I then go to my knees and suck his hot uncut schlong.  He is juicing up like crazy—and it’s all being captured by his foreskin.  I dig in and he sighs, loving that I want to taste his precum.  I get my fill and realize that he is no minute man either.  I stand back up and feed him my cock once more.

He takes me to the root now, something he’d barely done the first round.  Over and over.  Suddenly, he stops—and instinctively I begin fucking his face.  He groans and jerks his dick hard as I use his throat for my pleasure.

I pull out of him, a little winded.  He grins and I go to the floor.  His juicy cock is awash with precum.  I clean it up and begin sucking him again—taking him deep into my throat.  I have been aware that a guy who looks like a biker has been stroking to our sex.  He has rebuffed a guy offering to help him out.  As my knees tire and I stand back up, he scootches forward on his seat to shoot on the floor.  The first two splats hit the linoleum, but I am there to catch his last few spurts.  He is so surprised, that he lets me clean his dick—before he pulls it away and shoves it into his pants.

I sit next to my new uncut friend.  We both can use a few moments.  The youngest guy in the room comes over.  He is likely 30 but has kept his youthful looks.  He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He’s horrible.  All teeth and no tongue.  I stop him before he does any damage.

“Fuck me?” he asks, as he stands up.

“Sure, though I’m not quite ready for that.”

This is not the right answer.  He stomps off, never to be seen again.  I look to my new uncut bud.  He smirks—so I stand up and fuck his face.  I slow down and stop, letting him take charge.  His tongue roams all over my cock—and for the first time my balls.  I sigh, letting him know how much they love attention.  He spends a long time with the wrinkled sack—making it very wet.

Eventually, I go to my knees and suck him again, collecting all his juices held in his foreskin.  He sighs in complete satisfaction as I lick them up.  I work his cock until my knees are screaming.

I sit back down for a break.  A burly, blond man (who I have fucked here in the past) comes over.  “I want you in my ass again as you always make me shoot—but I don’t have the time.  Will you suck me?”  He is pulling out his cock as he talks.  I try to nod a ‘yes’ but he already has the wet head of his dick on my lips.

I hadn’t seen him here before he came over—he must have arrived and watched/jerked to Uncut and I having sex as his cock is red and eager to explode.  I get him into my mouth.  My tongue swirls over him.  He begins fucking my mouth.  Suddenly, he stops.  Cum is pouring out of his dick.  I have to work fast to swallow it all.  His whole body shakes.  He pulls abruptly out of my mouth, thanks me and leaves.

“Fuck, that was hot,” says Uncut.

I am hungry for more.  I go back on my knees in front of him.  He is really turned on seeing me take another man’s load.  I can feel the urgency as I suck.  He’s close.  His hands find the back of my head.  He holds me in place as his cock erupts.  I swallow his load no more than two minutes after the last one.

My cock is so ready.  I clean him up, stand and grunt out “You want it?”

He leans in and I explode all over his tongue…

Five Pictures and Twenty-Nine Words

 

I really hate that I can’t write today, but I bet some cum filled asses and a cock straining to be released will keep you happy….

See you Sunday!

A Short, But Hot, Session with Alexander

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

Alexander, who came out late in life and is making up for it now, wanted to return to the playroom.  I was happy to host this very good-looking man once again on one of the last days of August…

 

He has stripped naked by the time I get down the stairs, carrying the coconut oil.  He’s eager.  And ready.

“Come here,” he says, sitting on the bed.  “Let me get that big dick hard.”

He takes a hit of poppers.  Truly the longest hit I have ever seen any man take.  The bottle keeps going back and forth between his nostrils.  He gets me in his mouth—and starts to lick the head of my cock.  Suddenly he slumps back, his head hitting the large mirror on the wall behind the bed.  He’s passed out.  He quickly comes back to reality before I panic.  I help get him around, so his head is on the pillow.

“Guess that was a little much,” he mumbles.  He lets the vapors dissipate while I look at the porn on the television.  Eventually, he sits up and tries again without the poppers. His tongue flicks over my head—but I can tell this is not what he loves—he really wants me inside his ass.

We move to the flattened fuckbench.  I spend a long time eating his ass.  It’s a beautiful one.  His cheeks are full and hairy—and his crack even more so.  His ass lips are just beginning to be fuller with all the anal and fist sex he’s been having.  I suck them into my mouth and make him moan with pleasure.  My tongue goes deeper into his hole, giving him a real tongue fucking.

I stand up.  I enter him for the first time, my cock awash with coconut oil and precum.  I ease into his relatively tight hole.  The poppers come out again, but only for a short hit.  My pubes grind against his upturned ass.

“God, you fill me up.”

I begin a slow, hard fuck of his ass, opening him up for more.  He groans and vocally eggs me on.  Soon, I am slamming into him, just like he wants.  Over and over.

I pull out.  I go to my knees and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I love the mix of the oil and our own juices.  He moans—and is soon begging for me to fuck him again.  I stand up and sink into him.  He watches me penetrate him in the mirror on the side wall.  His ass welcomes me with an occasional squeeze.

We move to the sling.  I eat his hole the moment his ankles are in the stirrups.  The sling pulls his cheeks open for me and I go can deeper into him with my tongue. I revel in his wetness, before standing up and sinking my cock into his waiting hole.  He takes me easily now, his eyes on the mirror above him.

I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo, that I use for double fucking.  I grease it up and work it into him.  He groans—watching the toy disappear into his guts.  I try to add my cock—but he’s not yet open enough for that—so I make the toy vibrate inside him—and pull it out, slipping my dick in instead.  I don’t really fuck, I just fill him with my cock.  And then the toy—and my cock once more.  This time I fuck him.  Hard, with the chains rattling.

I grab the Spades, the toy with five mini butt plugs connected one after the other.  I work in the first.  He loves it.  “That feels terrific.”

“Here comes the second…” and in it goes.  The third quickly follows.  I let them sit in him and then slowly pull them out—letting him feel the stretch of each spade.

I put them inside him again.  This time four spades pop into him.  The pull out has his cock drooling like crazy.

“Do that again!”

I work the first three in easily.  Then the fourth.  He can see in the mirror that there’s one more.  “Get it inside me.”

It takes a little work with my lube covered fingers, but it goes in.  He sighs.  I let him appreciate the fullness before I hook my finger through the ring on the end of the toy and begin a slow pull out.  His pucker has to open and close for each spade.  When the last one pops out, his stomach is awash with his precum.  I use two fingers to mop it up, before working the coated digits into his ass.   

He asks for the Seahorse—and it’s just the right toy for his slowly opening hole.  He takes the gentle curve of the toy easily—both with the curve up and with it down.  He takes it to the base.  He’s ready for my fist.

I grease up both hands and begin filling him slowly with the fingers of my left.  Two.  Then three.  Four and then I’m inside him.  He takes my left hand easily.  He loves it when his sphincter clamps down on my wrist.  I just leave it there for a long moment.  With a slight twist, I pull out and begin working into him again with the same hand.

His ass grabs my wrist.  I don’t move for a count of maybe five.  Then a slow rotation to the right—and back again.  Once more and then I ease out of him.

“Try the right.”

I re-grease my hands.  I get the right into him with the same slow progression, but it doesn’t feel comfortable for either of us with how his bowels bend.  I go back to the left, getting into him with ease.

I go back to the Seahorse.  Alex groans.  He huffs poppers.   I work the ribbed toy in and out of him.  When it comes out, I re-grease my left.  He takes a hit and I push smoothly into his ass.  I don’t move it and then do a slight turn of my wrist to the right.  This makes him convulse.  He is having a major internal orgasm.  His sphincter grips my wirst.

I don’t move for a long moment.  His body calms and I slip out.

“I think that’s it,” he tells me.  “My hole feels wonderful—and I don’t want to push it.”

I agree.  We’ve been going for an hour—and it feels like a logical ending.

“Someday,” he says as he shakily gets out of the sling, “I’ll be able to do more.”

I assure him that he’s well on the way…

Alexander's first playroom visit is HERE.

Jake Returns with the Nut Crusher

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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…