"Sir's Cock Is Beautiful"

 Near Home—June, 2026

It was the first Friday of June.   As I made lunch, I decided to have an afternoon at the nearest bookstore.  With the dishes washed, I set out.  The parking lot contained more cars than usual.  Seeing that promising sign, my cock plumped in my well-used jock…

 

I nod to Shy One as I go in.  He is sitting by the door as his partner, Shaved Head, is sucking someone in the far corner.  I sit in my usual chair.  To my delight, Shy One is horny.  He is on his knees in front of me the moment I’ve unzipped.  He takes my slightly swollen cock into his mouth.  His busy tongue makes me harden up fast.  He sucks.  He licks.  He includes my balls.  My cock drools—and he’s right there to lick up the prize.

Shaved Head has finished up in the corner and stands to my left, stroking.  Shy One gives way to him and SH goes to his knees.  I love Shy One’s mouth, but SH is certainly proficient.  He does his usual good job—and ten minutes after he stopped the first time, is back for round two.  With that, they leave.

I look around the room.  There are half a dozen men here.  Two are stroking to the straight porn.  A third man, with a very full goatee, is eyeing me.  He nods.  I nod and spread my legs even farther apart.  He comes over.  He kneels and just looks at my dick.

“Sir’s cock is beautiful,” he murmurs before going to work on it, his hands behind his back.  It is a huge turn on that just the sight of my dick sends him into ‘sub mode.’  And even better, he’s terrific:  great suction, lots of spit, and inspired tongue action.  He also likes to use his goatee as a sex aid.  It mops up the spit drooled on my balls.  He brushes the length of my erection with it.  I know that, just like with my shorter goatee, he will be smelling me all afternoon.  So hot…

Finally, his knees tire and he has to take a break.  He sits back in his chair, off on the side wall.  I am feeling wonderful after three mouths have worked on me in the hour.

The mood changes as CD Latino walks in.  He sits next to me.  In moments, he hands me a Magnum, taking for granted that his (usually dirty) ass is a magnet for me.  I tell him I’m not in the mood.  He refuses to take no for an answer and begins to pressure me, in his whispered, broken English.

And worse, another man who always assumes I want him, now comes into the room.  He crosses to the side of my chair, dropping his trousers to his ankles.  He pushes the underwear down and grabs my head, guiding it to his short, but fat dick.  I go with it, just to piss off the Latino.  The guy I’m now sucking has a gut, so I have to turn my head to get more than the head in my mouth.  He begins pumping into my me.

The subby goatee guy has gotten up.  I can just see him kneel behind the guy in my mouth and he begins tonguing the guy’s ass.  Fat guy groans.  I get the load in no time.  I feel I ought to share the prize with the subby guy—but he takes off, as does the guy who just shot.

“Fuck me now!”

Instead, I get up.  Behind me is a daddy in his 40’s, stroking to the gay porn.  I ask if he wants head.  He does—and I kneel.  His cock is average and his balls are large.  I begin with his balls.  He sighs.  I move up to his dick.  He groans as I take his full length.

A young Latino who I rarely see here comes over, beating his long and thin cock.  He stands to my side.  I show him my skills on the guy in my mouth.  Then I do his cock.  And back to the first man.  A mouth on one and a stroking hand on the other.  Back and forth.  It has been some time since I have done this particular move here.  All three of us are turned on by it and dripping.

Yet another middle-aged guy comes over and sticks his dick in the seated guy’s mouth.  This is too much for the guy I’ve just returned to sucking.  He explodes in my mouth.  I swallow and clean him up.  To his credit, his cumming doesn’t stop his sucking the standing guy until he gets the man’s load.

The young Latino goes back to his chair, stroking his wet dick.

There is a major move as the men who’ve shot loads leave.  I move to suck the young Latino, but CD Latino actually stops me and pleads for me to fuck him.  The young Latino puts his dick away and just watches.

The door opens.  A young woman with long hair walks in.  No, it’s a passable cross-dresser/transwoman.  She sits near the young Latino.  She is wearing a short skirt and a tee.  Soon, she pulls her feet up on the seat—displaying her cock, which is in a metal cage.  She slowly fingers around her hole, just out of our sight with the cage in the way.

Finally, she gets up and walks to me.  “May I?” she asks, pointing at my cock.  I nod.  She goes to her knees.  She’s good—and I sigh, infuriating CD Latino who stomps off to the far corner.

“Fuck me with this,” my sucker says, looking up at me.

I nod.

She stands.  So do I.  She hands me a Magnum.  Damn, but I put it on.  She pulls the skirt up to her waist and bends, holding the arms of a chair for balance.  I don’t rim, as she reaches back with some foul-smelling lube and slathers her hole with it.  I push in.  She gasps. And then moans.  I begin to fuck.  I slap her ass—and she tells me to do it harder.  So I do.  Again and again.

I gesture to the young Latino (who has his cock out again) to feed her his dick.  He stands up and she swallows him.  He begins to fuck her face in time with my thrusts.  He shoots.  She drools his cum out of her mouth and onto the floor.

I keep fucking.  Another man comes over.  A daddy type.  He puts on a condom.  I signal him to take over.  He does.  He cums in no time filling the condom.  As he pulls out, she spins around and rolls the condom off him.  She empties it on her tee and smears it around.

I fuck her again.  An older Latin man steps up out of the shadows.  He’s handed a condom.  I pull out and let him ravage her.  He fucks hard and fast.  His load is also smeared on her tee as a trophy.

My dick has had enough of being squeezed into latex.  I go to wash the lube off me—while thinking you just never know what will happen on a simple trip to the bookstore…

Kieran Is Ready for My Cock

 My Playroom—June, 2026

 

I was very busy at the end of May—with a work gig and, well, with cruising for sex.  But June started with a short, laid-back suck and fuck with Kieran.  We’d had some trouble setting it up with my crazier than usual schedule.  But we found a date on the first Wednesday of the month…

 

Kieran wastes no time in chit chat as I answer the door.  He heads right for the playroom and starts to strip down.  I join him.  I am naked under my robe but for the fragrant jock and my combat boots.  I hang the robe on the doorknob, just as the fully naked Kieran sits on the bed.

“I’ve been looking forward to sucking this,” he says as he reaches out and caresses the jock pouch.  My cock swells.  I pull the fabric to the side and let my meat fall out.  Kieran takes it into his hand and pulls me gently closer.  His mouth envelops me—and I sigh.

Kieran’s mouth really is amazing.  He is a natural—and has been doing it even longer than I have. (While we are of a similar age, I know he started sucking his contemporaries at a much younger age than I did.)  He takes me effortlessly down his throat.  Over and over.  Now his tongue is everywhere:  around the head, in my piss slit, licking my shaft. 

I can’t help but fuck his face for a moment—but I soon stop and let him go back to being in control.  He goes for balls.  I want more, so I offer to lie down.  He is instantly between my legs, lifting the hairy sack and tonguing my cock ring and below it.  When he tires of that, he goes back to my now dripping dick.  He licks the bead of precum off it, before swallowing me down again and again.

It’s a slightly odd angle for him, with his bad knee, but he stays there longer than I expect.  Soon, I am standing again.  This time I fuck his face in earnest.

“Damn!” he groans as he pulls off me for air.  “Do it again.”  I do, harder perhaps than the first time.  Kieran pulls off me once again.  “Now do that to my ass.”

We move to the sling.  He hops up into it and I get his legs in the stirrups.  He pulls his ass towards me, using the D rings—for a man who’d never been in one before, he is now getting to be a pro.  I kneel and lick his tortured ass lips.  They are full and meaty.  He groans.  “So good.”

His moans make me linger there even longer than usual.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I lick and slowly begin to tongue fuck his hole.  He kneads his small dick and massive balls sack.  Finally, I stand up and slide inside him.  He groans and I sigh.  He’s tight today.  But in a good way.

I begin a leisurely stroke in and out.  My hips takes over and soon they are slapping into his full ass.

I pull out and go get the clear dildo with the black handle.  I know he likes this toy—as it is a similar girth to the one toy he plays with at home.  I grease it up and it slides home easily.  He enjoys the slight swell in the shaft of the toy as it moves in and out.

I fuck him again, my dick fat and red and fully aroused.

Then I move to something bigger—the Seahorse.  I now love using this toy.  The tip is so small it will fit in anyone who can take my dick.  The thickness grows in a wonderfully gradual progression—so it can stretch the man’s ass to just the right amount for him.  Kieran can now take half the toy.  Up from a third the last time I used it on him.

It’s back to my dick.  Long strokes and hard.

“Use that metal one…”

He means the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I go over to the shelf and retrieve it.  I lube it up and twirl it into him.  He groans.  I move forward and straddle the shaft, which rubs on my ball sack.  My cock pushes into him, the shaft is rubbing the greasy metal below and the cock head slams into the thick ball deep in his ass.  It is my new favorite double fuck toy.  I love the cool steel on my cock and the ‘surprise’ when I hit the rounded end of the toy deep inside Kieran’s ass.

The double fuck is doing it for Kieran.  His small cock erects.  He is rubbing it constantly now.  I pick up the fuck pace—and that does it.  His balls empty—and he shoots all over his hairy chest.

I don’t get off—and that’s just fine.  I lean over and sample a quick drool of cum from his cock head…

Picture Post: Used Hole in Honor of Rudy's Arrival

 

Just around the time this is published, Rudy, from New Jersey will be landing in Michigan.  He will be on my doorstep in no time at all.  I have to admit I am excited to see him—and can’t possibly concentrate enough to write a full post.

We will be indulging in a lot of fucking and fisting.  And I have quite the selection of frozen cum to lube his ass.  Details of our meet will be in about three weeks.

So today you get some pictures that should feed the hunger…

Oral Orgy

 Near Home—May, 2026

I loved working over Jaylen on the last Saturday afternoon of May.  (See the previous post for details.)  I had technically shot a load, but it was one of those that was more about ‘getting rid of built up cum’ then a mind-blowing orgasm.  After he left, I relaxed and cooked dinner.  As the chicken came out of the oven, my cock began to swell in my jeans.  I had left my cock ring on without thinking about it.  As I sat down to eat, I knew I needed to listen to my demanding dick and have more sex.  I finished up, did the dishes and went to the local bookstore…

 

I go in.  The place is quite full.  Two regulars are sitting watching the straight video.  The one who is sitting in my usual chair is the guy who puts a condom on his cock to jerk it with a latex glove on his hand.  Really.  The other guy in that row is slumped over and kneading a mound in his trousers.  I sit on the short wall near the gay screen behind them.

On the long wall are six men.  A hot, shaved headed guy is getting blown by the Choker.  A very good-looking man, just a few years younger than me, is jerking to it.  The Minute Man is there, too.  He nods as me.  An older man, a good cocksucker, watches the BJ.  Another older man I don’t recognize is also avidly watching the cock being swallowed.

I am on the lookout for loads for Rudy, so I would be happy to get Minute Man’s seed, but I am beaten to it by the older guy.  He gets the load with about 45 seconds of sucking.  MM takes off.

The good-looking guy has noticed my cock.  He comes over and sits in the vacant chair to my left.  He keeps eyeing me and I keep taking my hand off my cock to let him see the full size of it. 

“May I?” he asks, nodding at my cock.

“Sure.”  I’m not sure if I’ll get his hand or his mouth. 

He reaches over and hefts my cock.  “Lucky man…” he murmurs.

I nod.  I wait for more, but all I get is an affectionate squeeze and he goes back to stroking his own.  We both stroke—watching the BJ in progress.  When the Choker is asked to stop, the Choker comes to me.  I haven’t let him suck me since he nicked my cock with his tooth a few months back.  He asks if I have piss—and I honestly don’t.  I tell him ‘no’ and he leaves the room.  I turn back to the handsome guy.  If he doesn’t want to suck me, I am happy to do him, but he gets up before I can say anything and sits next to the older sucker who got Minute Man off.

The guy with the shaved head gets up, his wet cock swinging.  He sits next to me.  In moments, he is between my legs, giving me excellent head.  This inspires the older guy to blow the good looking one.  The sound of cock slurping fills the small room.  The other older guy opens his fly and jerks to the two blow jobs.

I really like the mouth on the guy with the shaved head.  I like his passion for cock even more than his technique.  His love of dick (and pleasuring dick) just seeps out of him.  When he finally has to get off his knees, I give him a second, and then go to my knees in front of him.  He’s surprised.  And soon, pleased.  He moans as I work his uncut cock.  He is a dripper—and I love the taste of his precum. 

I go for his balls.  He grabs his wet cock and jerks as I lick the big, hairy orbs.  “They are so full,” he moans.  I spend a lot of time on them, leaving then covered in spit.  Then I pull them up and lick under them.  He jerks faster as my tongue touches his perineum.  I lick it for a moment, come back up to his balls and wrest the shaft out of his hand.  I deep throat him a few times—and stand up for air.

I sit back down.  I would like to go over and suck the good-looking guy, but he seems very content in the older man’s mouth.  The guy with the shaved head surprises me by a return visit—his tongue is just as good as before.  I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure he is giving me.

When he sits back down, I kneel once more and work my tongue under his foreskin.  There is movement around me.  Guys are coming over to us.  When I look up, the good- looking guy is being sucked by the guy I’m sucking.  The guy who’s jerked to us all night is at the other shoulder of the guy with the shaved head.  Good looking guy can just manage to lean down and get the voyeur’s dick into his mouth, never letting his own out of shaved head’s mouth.  I re-double my efforts.

Suddenly everyone seems to be shooting.  My mouth is filled with cum.  I hear the good-looking guy moan and he is obviously giving up his seed to the guy who just blew in my mouth.  The good looker pulls off the cock he had in his mouth just as it shoots.  He dives for the seed and gets most of it, but there is some fired onto shaved head’s shoulder, too.  The older guy, stroking behind us, shoots on the floor just as I finish cleaning the cum out of the foreskin of my guy.

I sit back down and they all take off, either to the rest room or out the door.

I open a Magnum and drool a massive load into it so I can freeze it for Rudy.  I may not have got off, but I had a blast.  I look at the two guys left, watching the straight porn.  I don’t think they even knew what happened behind them in the alcove…

Jaylen in Chains

 My Playroom—May, 2026

Sometime near the beginning of May, Jaylen, the young man with the long hair (and a growing appetite for kink) wanted to come to the playroom again.  With each of us having busy schedules, it took some doing to find a date that worked for both of us.  We both had the last Saturday of the month free.  He arrived, looking excited, right at 2pm…

 

Jaylen strips, folding his clothes neatly and putting them in the chair by the door.  He has left on a backless brief with a pastel print and socks, as the cement floor is still cool.  I am sitting on the flattened fuck bench, watching him.  He comes over, swinging his hair to the back.  I point to the floor in front of me.  He obediently kneels and begins licking my jock, an only slightly worn one.  My cock hardens, making the pouch twist in obscene ways.  Jaylen uses his hand to free me and his mouth to swallow me down.  He groans as I bottom out, deep in this throat.  He quickly pulls off me and begins licking my head.  He squeezes my balls gently, hoping for some precum.  It must work as he moans softly.

He attacks my cock with renewed vigor.  Lots of tongue work, especially in the piss slit.  I want it deeper in his throat.  I stand up and begin a slow fuck of his face, holding the sides of his head.  He takes it.  I step up the pace, giving him even more of my shaft.  He moans around the dick invading his throat.  I am now giving him everything but the last inch—and he is taking it all.

I pull out abruptly.  He dives for my balls and makes them as wet as my cock shaft.  It’s my turn to moan.  I let him lick them for quite some time before I tell him to get up the padded fuck table.

His ass is now pointed right at me.  I kneel, pull the backless briefs to a better position and begin tonguing his hole.  Jaylen groans.  I lick up and down his ass crack.  I burrow in a second time.  He reaches back with one hand and pulls his left cheek to the side—giving me even greater depth.

I need to fuck him.  I coat my cock with coconut oil.  I stand up and smear the lube on his hole, using my cock head.  Jaylen groans and I push into him.  It’s an easy glide into his tight boyhole.  I am going deep repeatedly—and he is panting.  I pull out and bring my cock to his eager mouth.  He cleans me up, relishing the taste of his ass on my cock.  I go back and fuck him again.  Harder. 

A second moment of ATM, with Jaylen moaning.  As I move back to his ass, I see in the mirror that he’s closed his eyes. 

I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I twirl it in the tub of coconut oil.  I push it into him, using a rotating motion.  He opens his eyes wide.  It is a little thick for his intermediate, but eager, hole.  But he takes it.  Once it is in, he gasps.  I work it deeper into him.  I even add my cock along the thin shaft. I fuck him, each stroke ramming the stainless-steel embedded in his ass.

His knees are tiring so we move to the sling.  He gets in easier every time he visits.  He’s like a pro now, hopping in and getting his legs up on the chains and his ass pulled down toward me.  I eat his well fucked butt.  He is incredibly juicy—a delicious mix of the oil and his own natural juices.  I lick and slobber all over his hole.

I stand up and fuck.  Jaylen watches every stroke in the mirror above him.  As I keep going, he eventually shuts his eyes again and just concentrates on how full he feels.  I pull out, eat his freshly fucked hole and fuck him again.

I go to the toy shelf and bring back the Spades.  I grease them up and he takes three of the five small butt plugs linked together.  I fuck his hole.  I use the toy again.  And fuck him again.  I grab the Seahorse.  Jaylen’s eyes get big when he see the girth of the bottom half of the toy.

“I don’t think you’ll take all of it.  But it is a good gentle stretch,” I reassure him.  He loves the molded bumps and veins.  He easily takes the first third of the toy.  I work slowly, stretching his hole until he has half of it.  I take the toy out and fuck him.  I use it again.  The halfway point is a good stretch for his hole and stop there.  I fuck him once more.

I want his ass at a different angle.  I clip chains to the crosspiece at the top of the sling chains.  I buckle ankle restraints to Jaylen.  Now I clip each ankle to the chain, making them stick straight up.  It tilts his ass.  I ravage his thoroughly fucked hole with my tongue.  I stand up.  My cock slides in.  The new angle makes his ass feel totally different. 

I fuck.

Slow.

Now hard and fast.

Jaylen feels the difference in angle, too.  He reaches down and kneads his cock.  I keep going until I have to catch my breath.  Then he suggests the chains go up by his head.  I attach his ankles in a new position.  He looks hot, with his legs over his head.  I fuck him hard.  But it’s a hard position.  I unclip him and get him out of the sling to stretch his legs.

I set up the rimseat and get under it.  Jaylen sits and squirms as I eat him out more deeply.  He knows to ride my cock and give me his freshly fucked hole immediately after.  He gets up and settles on my greased-up dick.  He rides me, watching the porn on the television.  Then he stands up and sits down back on my face.  His juices and excess lube strickle onto my tongue.  I can’t stop licking and slurping out his slightly puffy hole.

“Up,” I tell him.  He starts for the sling, but I stop him.  “Lean on the table.”  He does, jutting out his ass.  I fuck him in this position for a moment.  Then I stop.  I hold still.  I begin to piss in his hole.

Jaylen groans.  It’s not a lot, but he can feel the heat.  I pull out—and get back under the rimseat.  He sits down.  My tongue opens his hole.  I get a few drops of piss, but I have delivered it far deeper than I thought.  But licking his slightly piss flavored hole is a turn on. 

Quite a turn on, it turns out.  I am ready to shoot.  Jaylen gets back in the sling at my suggestion.  I stand up and slide in.  Instantly, my need to shoot diminishes.  I fuck—then eat his hole again to get me close.  It works.  I slide back in.  But I can’t get over the edge as I fuck.  I do it again.  Jaylen is panting.  I eat and jerk until I am ready to explode.  I stand up and push into his puffy lipped ass once more.  I fuck and my dick expels some cum—but it’s not a full orgasm by any means.  Jaylen feels the warmth and his cock erects.  I stay in place as he jerks.  In moments, his small dick fires off.  His first shot hits his chin.  The rest of his cum lands on his chest.  I mop it up with my hand, smear my cock with it and fuck it inside him…

History: Keeping the Bathhouses Busy

Keeping the Bathhouses Busy

Finishing up the 1990's.

It has been a bit since I’ve turned to writing up my sexual history, but I did want all those pieces about Zane to be published back-to-back.  So here we go...

 

Sex in the 1990’s for me was pretty much either oral sex with my partner, Rob, or condomed fucking at the bathhouse.  With the jury out of whether oral sex was safe or not, I perfected my fuck skills, always covered in latex.  I hadn’t found bookstores yet.  I hated bars.  Bathhouses were perfect—men ass up and ready, with only the occasional protest of someone wanting to be fucked bare.

The Midwest was blessed with a number of bathhouses.  I loved Man’s Country in Chicago—and went when I could.  I kept the Diplomat in Grand Rapids busy most weekends when Rob was working out of state—which was a lot. 

Probably the next bathhouse I visited was the Unicorn Club in Chicago.  It is now Steamworks.  I remember a steep staircase down to the wet area…and a neon unicorn on the wall.  I liked it and had fun.  But I loved the sleaze factor of Man’s Country’s older building and set up.  The Unicorn was trying hard to be a gym with extras.  MC was there for just one purpose.

I had to travel for work.  There was a massive audition in St. Louis I went to each year for hiring.  I pulled out my Damron Address Book.  Well, well…Club St. Louis was within walking distance from my hotel.  I walked over, late night.  It was clean and bright and at the time almost all the play was in the rented rooms.  I walked the circuit and found plenty of men to fuck.  But I also found a room tucked away just off the hall that was a semi dark room.  It had platforms for men to lie on that so the tops could stand and plow ass.  I used that room a lot.  One night I had two men who were making out with each other—and both asses were available.  I fucked one and started to change the condom.  “You don’t have to, just go back and forth,” the slightly older one told me.   I gasped—but did what he asked.  They moaned and held each other as I fucked the second man and then began a back and forth…

The Club in St. Louis now has a major play area—designed sometime in the 2000’s.  It is great fun.  I went yearly for 30 years. I need to get back.

Indianapolis was only a few hours away.  There were two bathhouses there.  I started with The Works.  In the 1990’s, they had a great wet area, and rooms.  I am sure there was a porn viewing area, too.  I made the circuit of the rooms with open doors—and always found men to fuck.  And with the extended rental hours—I could actually sleep there when I was spent—and do another fuck in the morning.

The recent new owners have invested in creating wonderful play areas there.

The Club in Indy was, well, fine.  Just like Unicorn/Steamworks vs Man’s Country, the generic bathhouse of the Club wasn’t as much fun as the Works for me. 

Flex in Cleveland was huge.  It was the bus station in the 1930’s.  I loved playing there.  I found it right at the end of this decade.  The only downside for me was that it was so large inside, that you could have a ton of men there—and it would feel like a small crowd.  With all the space, there were always play areas beyond the private rooms.

By the middle 1990’s, Rob and I were approaching 20 years together.  We were still good friends. Working apart, for over half the year, helped that.  We still had so many interests in common, but he was becoming fairly ambivalent about sex.  Not just with me, but with anyone.  I had matured enough, that I was no longer the blond 20-year-old with a big dick he had obsessed over.  I know he tried to suck off some of the young, hot company members—but he wasn’t successful very often, as they all knew we were partnered and I was their boss.  Once, I did walk into a rehearsal with him regaling the company with the facts of just how big my cock actually was as my 501’s didn’t hide much—and everyone wanted to know…  (Imagine that happening in today’s world!)

We still had sex.  Though I almost always had to initiate it.  He had found Nintendo and spent far too much time with it—often late into the early hours of the morning.

But there was a bigger problem.  Rob had always been a drinker.  He was fun and the life of the gathering in college and then those early years with other drinking actors. Now, it was becoming a constant habit.  He tried to hide it from me but I could hear the beer being cracked open while he was in the shower just before noon.

We stayed together.  The time apart worked for us.

And things were about to change on the sexual front. 

In 200l, science told us that the likelihood of catching HIV through oral sex was miniscule.

I read it.  And again.  I couldn’t wait for the next weekend…

Back to My Old Tricks

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