Restraining Jaylen Again

 My Playroom—July, 2026

 

Jaylen was back in the sling a little faster than usual.  Our last sessions had been intense—and he wanted more.  He arranged with work to have some time off and came to my house on a Thursday afternoon.  He arrived, excited and ready to go.  We went right downstairs and his clothes were soon in a pile on the chair by the door…

 

“You want this in your mouth?”  I say, rubbing my hardening cock under the jock pouch.

“Please, sir.”  Jaylen, sitting naked but for some backless underwear on the bed, reaches for me and maneuvers my cock out of the pouch.  He guides it to his mouth.  He works for a long time on my cockhead before taking me any deeper.  He chokes.  He takes me deep again and again until he can take me almost to the root.  I slap his face with my wet cock.  He groans—and begins to lick my balls.  I love how it feels and tell him so.  He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going.  The sound of his breathing becomes slightly ragged.  I move his head from my balls to my dick and, holding his ears, begin a slow face fuck.  His small cock erects under the underwear as I do it.

“Time for me to eat your ass.”  I point to the flattened fuckbench.

Obediently, Jaylen gets on all fours.  I kneel and lose myself in his meaty ass.  He’s totally smooth back here.  I begin a slow tongue fuck.  He groans.  A hand reaches back and pulls one cheek farther open.  I go deeper and he groans. 

So do I.

I smear coconut oil on my cock as my tongue plows into him.  I stand up and push into his tight hole for the first time today.  He gasps.  I wait—longer than with most guys—for him to relax.  Then it’s a steady push until I bottom out.  He looks into the mirror in front of him.  Our eyes connect—and he relaxes.  I begin a slow fuck.  His ass is opening under the onslaught.   I keep plowing into him.

I pull out and take my wet cock to his mouth.  When we first started fucking, I never thought he would want to do ass to mouth—but he loves it.  He cleans me of his juices and I go back to fucking once again. 

Another cleaning.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the eggheaded dildo.  I know I can’t double fuck him with it like I do with so many others, but I like the look of it disappearing into his hole.  So does he.  His eyes are on the side wall mirror that shows him just what I’m doing with his hole.  I pull it out and fuck him again.

The Ballistic Butt Bomb is right on the shelf by my side.  Still in his ass, I pick it up and dunk the oval head in the oil.  I bring it up and fully smear the lube around it.  I pull out of his butt and twirl the head of the toy on his hole, applying just a little pressure for it to slide in.  It disappears.  He groans.  He knows I’m about to stick my dick in with it.  And I do.  The very thin shaft of the stainless-steel toy feels great on the underside of my dick and my cockhead love to keep bumping into the metal ball.  With each stroke I work it a little deeper into him.

When I’ve had enough, I let him clean me yet again and we move to the sling.  He ditches his underwear before he gets in. He keeps his legs on the chains for the first rim and fuck.  Then I attach the ankle restraints and clip his legs to the sling frame, so they are straight up, for the second round.  With his legs this way, I can go deeper into his guts—and we both love it.

He stays restrained as I grab the clear dildo with the black handle.  He loves the ride this toy gives him.  Then I fuck him.  Now it’s the Spades, being slowly worked up his hole, which keeps snapping shut after each mini-butt plug.  He groans as I slowly pull it out, each spade rippling over his prostate.

I fuck him.  I insert the Spades again.  A slow pull-out.  More moaning.

“I think you need the Seahorse.”

He nods in the middle of his euphoria.  I grease up the bumpy, curved toy.  He takes half of it with the curve going down.  And the same with the curve going up.  I try the downward curve once more—and this time he takes three quarters of the toy.  I tell him what a good boy he is…

I unclip his legs and let them rest on the sling chains again.  I leave him like that and pull the rimseat away from the wall.  I set it up near the bed, unfolding the mat for me to lie on.  I get Jaylen out of the sling and I get under the seat.  He sits.  His hole is awash with the oil—but I can still taste our juices, too.  I eat him out as he groans.

“You are going so deep,” he murmurs.  He grinds down on my tongue. 

He knows he can choose the moment to ride my rigid cock—and bring his freshly fucked ass back to my face.  He delays it today, not wanting to leave my tongue.  But he does.  I like watching him stand, step down until he’s in position to sit on my shaft—and to watch that meaty ass take every inch of me.  He bounces for a bit, stands and brings his hole back to my waiting tongue.  I groan and eat him out.

We do it all again.  Riding and eating more.

My cock is in overdrive.   I signal him to get up.  He does, stepping to the side and awaiting further instruction.  I get up and unclip the wrist restraints from the sling chains.  I attach them to him.  Now I unclip the bottom end of the sling, letting it swing from just the two chains at the head. I fasten Jaylen’s wrists the to a metal loop on the top of the sling frame.  His arms are over his head, his feet on the floor, his back arched, showing off his butt.  I add the leather blindfold for good measure—so he can’t see where I am.

I kneel and lick his ass.  I get up and slap my cock on his butt cheek.  I move around to his front and tweak his nipples.  My hand grazes over his erect cock—making him shiver.  I go back around and eat his hole once more.  I can’t get enough. 

My cock is rampant.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts at the unaccustomed angle.  He is nothing but fuck meat at this moment and I use him hard.  My cock responds to the extra stimuli.  I know I can shoot.

“You want Daddy’s load?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Yes, Sir.  I want Daddy’s load in my boy hole!”

It’s just what I want to hear.  I begin filling his ass with cum, moaning out my orgasm.  I hold onto his hips to steady myself as I come back down to earth.  Eventually, I pull out of him and unclip his arms.  I take off the blindfold and get the sling re-chained.  I know he likes to get off, so I get him in it.  I kneel and felch my load as he jerks.

“Daddy,” he whispers, “could you use that clear toy I love…?”

I’ve eaten my fill—so I’m happy to stick the toy into him, using the rest of my cum for lube.  He jerks—and shoots all over his chest.  I stand up, bend and sample some of it with my tongue…

Sex Club Saturday Night

 Lansing—July, 2026

After my busy week of sex, I still went to the sex club on Saturday.  I was supposed to meet Kane, the hot young man with a perfect furry butt.  But—he never showed.  I had been waiting for him and watching others play.  Once I figured out he was a no show, I joined the milling group of guys and a number of straight couples looking for men…

 

I am sitting in the main lounge.  A straight couple has been recruiting guys to fuck the wife.  She stands naked in the middle of the room.  A number of men have been pleased to help out, but it’s not a scene for me.  She stops a tall good-looking guy who has his big dick out.  I recognize him from the lounge with the medical table.  I have sucked his dick twice there.  He likes to talk about his early same sex experiences as I work on his big cock.

The large naked woman holds it in her hand for a moment, hefting it, before stroking it a little as she teasingly begs him to fuck her.  He declines and moves away.  He’s seen me and nods to me—before going into the dark room.  I follow and eventually find him at the back wall, stroking his cock.

I open my fly and his hand snakes in.  He pulls my swelling cock out of my jock and strokes it to full hardness. I reach for his and lazily play with it.

“Remember when we were in that booth and you sucked it?” he whispers. 

I don’t answer, I just go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  We really are the same size.  I have to watch that my teeth don’t come in contact with his thick prick.  Almost immediately he begins whispering about an older man who played with him when he was 10 years old.  This makes him precum.  I lick it up and swallow, before taking his whole shaft down my throat repeatedly.

I try to get him to let me lick his balls, but he won’t get them out.  My knees are tiring, so I stand up, certain we’ll meet again this evening.  He takes off and I linger.  I sit in the chair in the darkest corner.  Guys come in, look and leave, not seeing me with how dark it is.  A man comes in and senses I’m there.  He drops his shorts around his ankle and leans against the wall, jutting out his thick ass.  My eyes have grown accustomed to the dark and can see more now.  He’s a thickset guy and I think he has a shaved head.  His butt looks incredibly inviting.  I stand up and run my hands over it.

“Fuck me,” he moans.

I lube up and slide in. 

“Fuck…you’re big…” he says, pleasantly surprised.

I begin a slow fuck.  I don’t feel like I’m as deep in him as usual as his rounded cheeks are so large.  But I can’t keep my hands off them.  I slap them occasionally, making him moan.  Guys keep coming in—hearing sex more than seeing it.  But this guy doesn’t want an audience, or some stranger running their hands over his chest.  He keeps telling them to leave.  Finally, he straightens up, pulling me out of him.

“Maybe more later,” he whispers, pulling up his shorts and leaves.

I wander.

The club has a new addition to the sexual furniture, popularly called Czech gloryholes.  They have built a wall with three large holes designed for your ass.  Here, the bottom crawls in through the big hole, lies on the padded plank and sticks his ass through the hole.  Legs go up on the inside of the front wall.  The top can see more of the bottom in this version, than in others I’ve used.

There is a furry ass sticking out of the middle hole.  I go in.  I kneel and surprise him by sticking my tongue in his butt.  He groans.  I lube up and stroke myself as I tongue fuck him.  I make myself stop eating his hole and stand up.  My dick finds his wet hole and I push in.  I begin a slow fuck—but I feel like I’m at a bad angle.  I stand on my toes and it feels better.  (I’m a tall guy.  The carpenter has made these holes higher off the ground than they should be for a guy of regular height.)  But I’ve found my groove.  The bottom is good looking with a hairy chest, likely in his late 30’s.  His cock is caged—and he is drooling precum out of it.  He has he tee-shit over his eyes—for a truly anonymous encounter.

I pick up the pace.  He pants.  His dick drools.  I fuck until I’m breathing hard.  I pull out and lick his ass once more.  He tastes wonderful—and I tell him so.  I take off, hoping to find him later with a load in his hole.

I wander through all the rooms.  I wind up back at the dark room.  The thick assed guy is behind the wall, wanting more cock up his ass.  I slip in.  He instantly knows it’s me.  He is jerking his cock this time.

“Harder,” he grunts out.

His hole is squeezing my dick on each thrust.  I fuck him hard.  A slap on his ass—and he begins shooting.  I stay in place as he empties his balls—and am squeezed out as he finishes.  He leans on the partition, panting.

I wander.

My caged boy has moved to the fuck bench (which is in the same caged in area as the sling.)  I walk up behind him, kneel and eat his hole once again.  “It’s you…” he breaths.  “I was hoping for another fuck.”

I stand up.  Here, his ass is at the perfect angle.  I slide in.  I fuck him slowly.  Making him feel every inch.  I speed up.  He groans.  Other guys cluster around the cage.  Most now have their cocks out and stroke them to our fuck.  One of them is brave enough to come into the cage and wait his turn.  I nod and pull out—and he steps in to ravage that furry ass.  He seems uncomfortable with me staying to watch, so I exit the cage and go into the maze. 

At the far end I see a familiar cock sticking through the hole.  It’s the guy I started with this evening by sucking him in the dark room.  I give him more head.  He sighs, knowing it’s my mouth.  Even sticking his finger through the hole to trace my mustache to make sure.  But he’s not going to cum.  He pulls out, just as I was about to stand up and move on.

I check with the caged guy.  He’s still on the bench.  The guy I left him with did not cum, but I still love eating his hole after another man’s fuck.

“Do you mind if we move to the sling?” he asks.

I help him up and see his full face for the first time.  He’s a very handsome guy.  He grins at me and we move to the sling.  He jumps in.  There is no Tee-shirt covering his eyes now—he wants to watch me ravage his hole.  I kneel and begin eating him our once again.  I can’t get enough of his furry ass.

I stand up and push into him.  After all the play, I am ready to shoot.   He can sense my urgency.  “I’d love your load,” he whispers, which makes me fuck him harder.  The chains rattle.  Once again, guys line the cage wall and watch us fuck.

Suddenly, my cock fires off.  I shoot at least three blasts of cum into him—but without the over-the-top feeling.  I know what to do.  I pull out and begin to lick up my leaking cum.

“You shot, didn’t you?” the furry one murmurs.

“He’s licking it up,” says one of the guys outside of the cage, in disbelief. 

My cock is now really ready.  I stand back up, and slide in on the residue of my load.  In just a few thrusts, I have a noisy, full orgasm.  I hold the chains on the sling until I’ve stopped shooting.  I collapse on the hairy chest of the bottom.

“Thank you,” he whispers in my ear.  “If I wasn’t caged, your rimming would have made me cum…”

I smile.

I slide down, pulling out of him.  I taste a little more of my handiwork as he squirms and groans…

The Compliment

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Deeper into Blake

 My Playroom—July, 2026

 

I had another visitor to the playroom the day after Kieran shot fast.  Blake (the 6’6”, good looking guy with a great beard) and I had been trying to arrange another meet.  He had an even busier schedule than usual.  He had also gone to both CLAW and IML that I had missed this year.  We finally set a day for a late afternoon play session…

 

Blake arrives, looking as good as ever.  We head downstairs.  Blake strips off as I get out of my robe.  My cock plumps just looking at him.  He sits, naked but for a jock, on the bed.  He beckons me to him.  His mouth is all over my bulging pouch.  He peels it back and my hardening cock slaps him in the face.  He sucks me down, taking me deep.  He encourages me to fuck his face, so I do.  Slowly at first—and then speeding up until I choke him.  I let him recover and do it again.

We move to the flattened fuck bench.  I can’t wait to eat his ass.  I kneel and dig in.  He moans as my tongue burrows into his hole.  I grease my dick as I lick.  I am more than ready to fuck. But I linger, swabbing his loosening hole with my tongue.

I stand up.  I push into him.  I fuck him.  He moans and asks to taste my dick.  I pull out and bring it to him.  He licks his juices off my cock and I go back to fuck his hot ass one more time.  He begins clenching down on me—and it feels terrific.

Eventually, we move to the sling.  I eat his hole.  I fuck him again—and then go for the Spades.  It’s an easy insert, spade after spade.  He takes three of the five the first round.  He moans on the pull out as the base of each spade hits his prostate.  He takes four of the mini butt plugs into his hole the second time.  The pull out is more intense for him this time—he’s panting.

I fuck him again.

I grab the Seahorse.  It goes smoothly into him, with the curve going up.  He takes three quarters of the toy.  I flip it so the curve is going down—and he takes it to the base.  He groans and tells me to do it again.  I do.  A number of times.

I want my hand in him—but I think I need the speculum first.  It slips into him and I slowly crank the stainless-steel wings open.  My finger goes in after the first few turns.  I play with his prostate.  A few more twists of the thumbscrew.  More fingering.  Now, he’s wide open.  I stand and slip my cock into him. Fucking him between the metal wings of the medical device.  Blake grabs his cock and kneads it as I fuck.

It’s time for some serious hand work.  I close the speculum slowly and get it out of him before I grease both my hands.  I begin working the left into him.  Two fingers.  Three.  Now the fourth.  My thumb tucks to my palm and with a slow twist of my hand, I am buried in his ass.  I hold.  I move it slightly—and he shudders.  I work it out and do it all again.  He takes it, his sphincter clamping down on my wrist yet again.  Once more—and then I try my right hand.

I begin the same way, finger by added finger.  He takes my hand as I do the twist to enter him.  It’s not as comfortable a fit.  I pull out slowly and do it again.  I get the same feeling.  The left feels better so I go back to it.  This time, once I’m in, I slowly work my fingers open.  Blake gasps—in an encouraging way.  My finger traces the opening of his second hole.  He shivers.  I burrow slightly deeper.  To me it barely feels like I’ve moved at all, but I know that on his end the slightest movement registers as huge.  I trace the opening deep in his guts again.  I try to go a little deeper, but I can’t seem to—so I come out. 

I re-grease and go in again.  This time standing.  My hand slips in.  I pull it out slightly—so my cock can slip down my wrist and join my hand in Blake’s ass.  I fuck slowly, opening my fingers deep inside him to allow my cock to push past them.  I do a few strokes and pull my cock out—then my hand.  I grease it once more and slip it into him.  Again, my cock joins my left hand.  I love the feel of my dick on my palm—and then as it slips through my splayed fingers.

I pull out and take a long sip of my hot tea.  I work my left hand into him once again.  I play with his second hole.  I slip into it.  A little deeper this time.  Blake is groaning out sounds of encouragement.  I work a little more of me into him.  I have never been deeper in him. 

I pull out and we take a quick break.  He stays in the sling and I sit on the edge of the bed.  When he gives me the nod, I grab the two-tiered butt plug from the self under the television.  I grease it up.  The first few inches slip in easily.  I work the second tier into him slowly.  He groans out his pleasure.   It slips in.  I don’t try for depth with it—it’s a huge accomplishment just to take the second tier.

I slip it out.  I work my left hand in him again.  But he’s tensed up. 

“I think I need to tap out.”

I nod.

He tells me he can feel things shifting in his guts, endangering his clean-out.

I slide out and stand up.

We’ve been playing just a little over an hour.  He gets dressed, hugs me and we go upstairs…

*

After Kieran’s short stay the day before, I was really hoping to get off in Blake, but it will just have to wait one more day…

Kieran Needs Some Stress Relief

 My Playroom—July, 2026

 

The very next day I ended up having Kieran come to the playroom.  July was all about moving house for him, but he finally found time to sneak away after all his endless trips to the new place.  On arrival, he apologized that he had strained his back with the move so he wasn’t sure what all he could do.  He stripped and sat on the bed…

 

My cock is already making my jock pouch stretch as I think of his oral skills.  I step forward.  He inhales deeply before peeling the fabric away.  He takes me, semi-hard, into his mouth.  His tongue is all over me, making me fully harden up very quickly.  He groans the moment my cock has reached its full size.  He begins sucking me in earnest—a great mix of deep throat and active tongue work.  He does my ball repeatedly before always returning to my dripping cock head.

I usually lie down to help him get under my ball sack, but that’s off the table today with his bad back.  Instead, I just spend a little longer feeding him my cock.  I begin to throat fuck him.  He groans as I plow into his mouth and across his tongue, deep into his throat.  After a couple of minutes, I pull out, leaving him panting.

I suggest the sling.  He moves cautiously to get into it, but once lying back on the leather he declares he’s totally comfortable.  I kneel and begin eating his ass.  Kieran moans: “That feels so good.”  I add coconut oil to my cock as my tongue works his hole.  I stand up and push the head of my cock into him.  He gasps.  I give him a moment and then inch my way into him.  Slowly.  Until I am buried inside him. 

I begin a slow in and out.  My hand runs over his hairy chest, massaging one minute, tweaking a nipple the next.  Now it trails down to his balls.  My fingers stroke them as I continue to fuck.

I pull out.  I go to my knees and lick his freshly fucked hole.  I love how anyone’s hole changes after a fuck.  Kieran’s ass lips are starting to swell.  I suckle them, making the blood pump to them even faster.  I stand back up and slide into him once again.  He takes my whole length this time.  He’s watching in the mirror above the sling.  The sight of him taking my dick makes his cock begin to harden.  I fuck—grabbing the top of the sling frame to pump harder.

I take a breather.  I grab the Seahorse off the toy shelf.  I slather it with lube.  Kieran loves the bumps on the toy.   The first time I used it on him, I think he took half.  Today, he has two thirds of it buried in his gut.  I push it in with the curve going up.  He pants as it grazes his prostate.  I push it in with the curve going down.  He moans and mumbles: “Deeper.”  I comply.

Seeing the toy split him open makes me harder yet.  I pull out the Seahorse and fuck him once again.  Slow.  With deep, long strokes.  His cock had gone down with the toy.  He gets hard again when the real thing is working his hole.  His hand goes to his erection and he works it for a moment—and then let’s go as I pick up the pace of the fuck.

I pull out once again.

I eat his hole for a moment before I get up and grab the Spades.  Instead of balls on a string, they are five mini butt plugs strung together.  Kieran loved this the last time we played.  I grease them up and insert the first one.  His hole snaps shut.  I begin working the second one into him.  Again, his hole closes around the end of it, but not as tightly now.  I push the third into him.  His hole gets smaller, but does not fully close.  I try for the fourth, but it’s too much.

“I’m pulling them out,” I tell him.

His hole resists as the big part of each spade leaves his hole.  He gasps—loving how full he felt—and then nothing.

“Do it again.”

I do.  One.  Two.  Three.  Try for four—and nope.

This time, Kieran’s cock has erected a little more with each spade worked into him.  He’s fully hard.  He cradles his dick in his hand.

I pull the string out.  One.  Two. Three.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

Kieran is shooting.  His load is all over his chest.  I stand up and lean in to lick up some of it.  He let’s me get the cum on his belly, but pushes me away from his tender dick.

Last time, he told me we could keep going after he shot.  Not today.  With the orgasm, I suspect he’s feeling his back again.  I help his out of the sling, hand him a towel for the rest of the cum splatter and watch him get dressed.  I grab my phone.  Just under an hour.  As I got off the day before at the bookstore, I am not at all distressed to put on my robe and follow him up the stairs…

The Biker Bends Over

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

After my bad mood killed much fun on the Saturday afternoon, I waited until Monday to play again.  I deliberately didn’t go in the afternoon.  I needed to see different faces.  Monday night might be a bust, but I took the chance…

 

I am heartened that there are a few cars and a motorcycle in the lot.  I go in, pay and enter the theatre.  I sit in my usual chair.  My cock comes out as I look around the room.  There are three men I don’t recognize and one regular.  The guy I know instantly gets to his feet and comes over.  He smiles and bends, sucking my cock by leaning over the side of the chair.  He is an older gentleman who hates the hard floor.  His white hair is long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail.  His mouth is a great warm-up. And it gets the other men in the room to pull out their cocks.

My sucker can’t stay in this position for long.  He stands up.  “I love how you fill my throat,” he murmurs and takes off.

Two men on the side now go from stroking each other to one sucking the other.  I watch the movie—and keep glancing at the youngest man in the room.  He is dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt.   A leather motorcycle jacket is hanging from the back of his chair.  He looks right at me.  He is no more than 38.  Thin framed and with long legs that are jutting out in front of him.  His face is more striking than good looking—and his eyes are on my dick.  He gets up and comes to my side.

“May I?”

He kneels and takes me into his mouth.  He moans as my cock keeps sliding all the way down his throat.  He jerks himself with his right hand as he pleasures me with his mouth.  He spends a lot of time on my drooling cockhead—but gives me equal time on my balls.  Then it’s a long lick up the shaft before deep throating me repeatedly.

The young biker pulls off me.  “Please tell me that you fuck with this thing.”

I nod.

“Want my ass?”

“Absolutely.”

He stands up, ripping off the Tee and tossing it in his chair.  He sits to pull off his boots and peel the jeans down.  His cock is sticking out of his white briefs. They are added to the pile of clothes and his cock, hard and uncut, swings free.  He kneels on my chair seat, but it’s too low.  I tell him to stand and bend.  He does, holding the arms of the chair for support.  It’s a hot ass:  thin and lightly haired but for his butt crack where it is a forest.  I grease my dick and slap it on his ass.

“Fuck me, man.  Raw and deep.”

I press the head against his pucker—which gives way with the slightest pressure.  This guy likes to take cock regularly.  I slide in.  He squeezes down in welcome and then relaxes.  I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He takes every inch with every stroke.  The biker begins to jerk his cock in time to my strokes.

He’s moaning now.  I begin picking up the tempo of my thrusts.  The couple, who were blowing each other, stop and watch the action.  I slap his ass.  Louder and harder than I mean to—but he groans and tells me to do it again.  I do.  The sound fills the small room.  He pants and begins to beg for my cum.  But it’s too soon for me to even try to get there.  I slow down the stroke then speed it up again.  Fast and hard.  He moans—and finally twists off me—collapsing in the chair.

I go to wash—and am delighted to find he was totally prepped for anal play.  I just rinse and piss.  He’s dressing as I come back out.  “Need a smoke,” he tells me.  He finishes up and goes outside.

I stroke.

The two guys go back to trading blow jobs until one of them gets off.  They both leave as the biker returns, along with the Latino who I never fuck due to his lack of cleanout.  They sit.  In moments, the biker asks for another round.  He sucks me, clothed, while across the room, the Latino strokes his cock to us.

“I want more of your ass.”

“Fuck, yeah!”  He gets up and strips again.  He bends, jutting his ass once more in my direction.  This time I kneel and begin tonguing his hole.  He squirms and tells me how good it feels.  The Latino gets up and comes closer, still stroking his dick.  I stand up and slide in.  The Latino steps forward.  “Suck his cock,” I command and the biker is more than eager.  He has two dick in him now and couldn’t be happier.

I fuck him hard.  “You want a turn?” I ask the Latino.  I have seen him top occasionally.  He nods and fucks him with his stubby, but fat cock.  I give Biker my cock straight from his ass and he gulps it down gratefully.  I watch the Latino fuck.  I really want him to unload—so I can fuck in his cum.  But he pulls out without shooting.  We switch back to our original positions.  I fuck his ass harder now and the Latinos is holding the ears of Biker, so he can’t pull off him.

I feel like I might just be able to get off.  The moment I think it, Biker shoots his load, handsfree, all over the floor.  He twists away from us—unable to go on.

He cleans up and leaves for good.  I hear his engine roar outside, over the moans on the screen…

*

I stroke—quite some time.

A young Black man comes in.  He is the guy who let me suck him to climax when the cuter option did someone else a few weeks ago.  He sits to the side and pulls out his phone.  Finally, he strokes.  He keeps glancing at me—until another man arrives. 

The new arrival is a thickset Black man I havn’t seen for a long time.  He’s had my cock before.  He sits near me and looks longingly at it.  The young Black hides his dick and goes back to his phone.  I am sure he’s been looking for someone on a hook-up site.

The door opens.  A handsome daddy comes in.  He looks around the room and sees the young Black.  Bingo.  He moves straight to him—I know they have made online connection.  He kneels and the young guy pulls out his cock.

I nod to the older Black man to come get mine.  His large mouth envelops me.  I love watching him work on me—and then glance over at the other pair.  The handsome daddy is working hard, making the guy in his mouth pant.

I feel my balls contract.  The load I wanted to shoot in Biker’s ass is ready for his guy’s throat.  I begin to moan myself.

So does the other guy getting sucked.

I begin fucking up into my sucker’s mouth.

So does the young guy.

He shoots first.  By a nanosecond.  He moans and collapses on the hot daddy’s head, holding him in place to take every drop.  I am right there with him.  I buck up into my guy’s mouth as my cock explodes.  Over and over.

We both have been served by cum hungry men.  Both of us are cleaned of any stray cum as we sit there and squirm…

Bad Knees and a Bad Mood

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

I waited until Friday to return to the bookstore.  It was my usual time, after lunch with a strong cup of tea for the drive in.  There were a few cars in the parking lot…

 

The theatre feels particularly dark after the bright sunshine outside.  I stand near the door and let my eyes adjust.  There are at least eight men here—filling half the seats.  I sit on the long side wall.  I open my fly and haul out my hardening cock.  Shaved Head is sitting near the gay screen.  He comes over and gets me good and wet.  Shy One is next.  His work on my balls makes my cock wet in a different way.  He licks up all my precum, sighing contentedly.

Shy One stands and gives way to his partner for a second round.  He watches SH make my cock disappear into his mouth and Shy One sighs, almost as if he was doing the sucking himself.  Shaved Head’s return doesn’t last long.  They are nearing the end of the time they spend here.  As Shaved Head visits the restroom, Shy One asks if they will see me tomorrow at the Second Saturday event in Jackson.  I tell him ‘yes’ before he joins his partner and they head home.

“That’s some cock.”  A man, in his middle 70’s, has moved closer to my seat to watch the guy’s take my dick.  He now reaches out and touches my knee.  I let go of my cock, as an invitation for him to touch it.  His soft, wrinkled hand grasps it, feeling the girth.

“Yum.  Would you let me suck it?”

“Of course.”

He smiles and gives my dick a gentle squeeze.  He stands up and, using the arms of my chair, lowers himself to the floor.  He settles himself on the hard linoleum and leans in.  He inhales my ball musk and sighs.  He leans forward and takes me into his mouth.

Damn!  His mouth is great.  I love men who have perfected their dick skills—and he is one of them.  His tongue goes back and forth, from gentle and relaxing to insistent and needy.  He has great suction and no hint of teeth.  He can take my entire length to the pubes—repeatedly.

But he can’t stay on his knees.   He crawls to his chair and pulls himself up.  He thanks me.  In five minutes, he wants another round.  I nod.  It’s the same laborious process to get him to the floor, but it’s worth it.  For both of us.  He goes through all his tricks and finally comes up for air—and hauls himself back to his seat.  I try to give him an arm, but he waves me off.

I jerk.  And he kneads his crotch.

“May I?”

I nod. 

This time he throws down the seat cushion of one of the chairs and goes to kneel on that.  It helps—but not by much.  He still tires fast, leaving my cock wanting more.

A longer break.  Then the same routine:  cushion, a slow kneel and then pure pleasure.

“I’m not going to make you cum, am I?”  He’s looking up at me from between my legs.  He has the most wistful look on his face.

“It can take an act of God to get me off,” I murmur.  “But I love what you’re doing.”

He goes back to sucking for a minute, but the knee joints must be screaming.  He inches over to his chair and pulls himself into it.

Another older man has been watching us.  He moves to sit on the other side of my cocksucker.  Soon they are playing with each other’s bulges.  The new guy gets hard and unzips.  I can see my cocksucker fondling him into full erection.  He starts to go to his knees, but the other guy stops him—he’d rather be stroked than sucked.

I jerk to a very hot and kinky anal sex scene on the straight screen.  I can feel the switch being thrown in my balls.  With very little work, I am pretty sure I could cum.

I stand up and move in front of my cocksucker.  “Do you still want my load?”

“Of course!”

I step in and he leans forward.  I begin a slow fuck of his face.  The man he’d been stroking is agog.  “Suck that dick,” he whispers.  “Make him cum.”

My balls are churning.  It’s a matter of seconds, not minutes.  I stop face fucking and stand still.  His tongue swirls around my cock—and I explode.  I grab his shoulders and hang on as my balls empty. 

He swallows it all, delighted.

He cleans up my wilting cock to get every drop…

*

I did go to the Second Saturday gay event at the bookstore in Jackson (the one with the medical table.)  I got caught in a horrible traffic slow down on the expressway.  I crawled into the city and arrived in a foul mood.

That mood continued throughout the afternoon.  I had some play—but I know my mood colored my perception of the men who did play with me—and likely the men who sensed the bad vibes and avoided me.  There is nothing from that day I need to record for posterity…