History: The Great Outdoors

 1991- 1994

 

I was determined to find the gay beach at Saugatuck.  The village on Lake Michigan had always been an artist colony with welcoming non-conformists.  It had, and still has, a large gay population in the summer as men flee the cities for the shore. 

I know my brother had mentioned the beach early on, but I know he didn’t give me specifics—and it was harder to ask him, in this pre-texting age, as he was now living in NYC.  My Damron Guide told me it existed, but not how to access it.  In a move that was brave for me at the time, I just went, assuming I could find it.

My first stop was at Oval Beach, the public park.  I sunned and watched.  Men were all over this area—but so were families.  I walked the dunes behind the parking lot.  Nothing sexual there—and it was too close to the family beach.  I went back to my towel.  I saw men trooping north along the shoreline.  Was that the answer?  I was too unsure to follow them—and I had run out of time that day and needed to head home.  I rolled my clothes up in my towel and went to the car in my red and white Speedo.

As I was unlocking the door, I heard a voice:  “Now, you are a man who should always wear a Speedo.”

I turned.  A gorgeous man, in his thirties was standing there.  He had long hair that was incredibly curly.  He wore a Speedo as well—and it showed everything.  He looked like he stepped out of a surfing magazine.  We chatted.  He assumed I’d been at the gay beach.  I told him I’d looked for it but wasn’t sure where it was.  He confirmed that you went north.  “Make sure you walk as close to the water as possible so that the people who own that house you can kinda see in the dunes can’t say you’re trespassing.  The beach is next.  You’ll see an old guy in a chair and he’ll want five dollars.  Pay him and go back into the dunes.”

I thanked him.  He asked if I wanted to come back to his motel.  I declined, as I really did have to head home. 

It was agony to wait the two weeks until, with my busy summer schedule, I had another Saturday off.  But I went back and followed the hot guy’s instructions.  I gave the ‘old guy’ (he was likely 45!) my crisp five-dollar bill.  He smiled and told me to have fun.  I watched the men ahead of me go a couple of hundred yards father down the beach until they went into the dunes.  I followed their example.  Once there, I could see a path in the long grass growing in the sand.  I made it up to the top.   A hot man was lying on his blanket—totally naked and browned by the sun, his large cock plumped but not hard, lolling to the side of his hairy balls.  He didn’t even open his eyes as I passed.

I went down the dune and up the next.  Less vegetation now.  I found a spot, away from the path and unrolled my towel.  I had my lunch, a book, some suntan lotion and a water bottle.  I was set.  I stripped down and sprawled on the towel.  I loved how the sun felt on my cock, but soon I smeared it with lotion, so as not to burn.

All these years later, I don’t know if anything else happened that day. I know I watched men go down over the third set of dunes into a wooded area.  I guessed that that was where the horny guys went in search of each other.  I likely took a tour—but I’m sure I didn’t play.  I had my condoms, but oral sex seemed to be (logically) the order of the day and I wasn’t sure what I was ready to do.  This was the early days of HIV—and we just didn’t know much yet.

Over the summers I went there, I do remember often joining two guys who were going at it.  I would lick balls and nipples and stroke dicks.  Occasionally the Magnums came out—but I never wanted to ask a guy to suck with a condom on, but if they suggested it, sure.  Occasionally, I fucked.  It sounds so mild now—but it was where my head was then.  And what I had promised Rob.

There is one more thing that happened in the dunes.  I was lying on the top of the third set of dunes, a little way from the main path.  I had been a number of times that summer and actually had a tan.  I had watched for a moment two men having sex on their blanket before I settled into my space.  I was still hard.  Suddenly there they were, standing on either side of me, still naked, with sated cocks swaying.

“Well look at you.  You sure liked what you saw…”

I nodded and started to say something about being sorry if I intruded.  I didn’t get out more then a couple of words before the other guy said, “It looks like you need to be cooled down…”

And they both began to piss on me.  I have mentioned a guy that Rob and I pissed on, but I had never been the recipient.  They aimed at my cock.  They were beer drinkers—and had huge loads.  My cock had gone down a little when I sensed trouble, now it sprang to a hardness that surprised me.  One stream left my cock and started up my chest, just shy of my face.  I touched my cock—and I shot a huge load.

They laughed good naturedly as their streams dwindled.  I loved lying there in the baking sun, letting the piss and cum dry naturally.  I knew I had to find out more about piss play…

*

My main job kept me in Michigan from February to September.  I had the fall to job out.  I often went to Nashville, either to act or direct.  I loved the change of venue.  If I was in the show, once it was open, I had tons of free time during the day.  Quite near the dinner theatre was a huge park.  I often went there.  I would read at a picnic table or a remote bench near a trail.  Once, though it was fall in Michigan, it was still a hot summer in Tennessee, I sunbathed in my Speedo on the side of a hill.   

A car drove past.  It came back.  And again.  It parked down by the set of restrooms, but in my line of sight.  Soon a large, corpulent man came puffing up the hill.  He’d tied his shirt so his hairy belly hung out and he had somehow squeezed himself into a pair of white short shorts.  He began walking in huge circles around me, nodding at me when he was in my vision.  The circle soon spiraled, so he was closer and closer to me. Finally, he lumbered up to my side, panting.  “Sure is hot out.”

I agreed.  He walked away, repeating his mantra.  The next time he passed me, he had pulled the short shorts up—and exposed his miniscule uncut cock.  When I didn’t immediately jump up and pull him into the woods, he stomped back down to his car.

I sighed, but also smiled.  The light bulb had gone off that cruising happened here.

I soon recognized the guys that stayed in their cars, relentlessly driving the back half of the park.  The more successful ones got out a pavilion and sat ready to talk.  Down by the river, I found men sucking.  They stopped dead, deer in the headlights.  I quickly showed my cock; I was not a cop undercover.  They resumed and I approached, helping out by twisting the nipples of the guy getting head as he held onto my big dick. 

I cruised there often, over the 1990’s.  I didn’t like the trails in the hills as you often ran into straight couples.  Down by the river was our territory. 

One time, I came late in the last light of evening as there was no show that night.  It was clear when I arrived, but clouds were gathering fast.  Just as I decided to leave my picnic table under the pavilion, the rain started.  A down pour.   I was not about to head to my car, even parked a few feet away.

I saw headlights coming towards me down the long twisting road to get to this spot.  They parked directly in front of me—headlights in my face.  They snapped off and a cute guy got out and made the dash to under the shelter.

We chatted.  We both knew why we were here.  He made the first move.  His hand landed on the bulge in my 501’s.

“Nice.”  he smiled.  “Tell me that you’re a top and love to fuck.”

“I am top who loves to fuck.  But with Magnums.”

“Perfect.”  And he pulled a string of them out, too.

“Where?” I asked.

“Right here is great.  We can see anyone approach long before they get here.  And it is hours before the rangers start patrolling.”

I wasn’t sure.  But my dick was.  I opened my pants and he lost his clothes.  He had a wonderfully smooth ass.  I ached to lick that hole, but I didn’t.  He lay on the table, legs in the air, ass at the end so I could stand.  I fingered his hole, getting him slippery with lube.  I suited up, lubed up and slid in. 

“Slow…oh my God…Yes!”

His cock erected and he began to jerk it.  I began to fuck.  Slowly.  I wanted this to last.  I varied the tempo.  He talked dirty and told me how he loved my dick.

“Well, well…”

I was a voice behind us.  I pulled out of him fast.  Another handsome man in a waterlogged cowboy hat was there, dripping wet. 

“What the hell?” said the bottom.

“I walked in so you wouldn’t stop if you saw my truck.”  He was stripping as he talked.  His wet clothes were tossed on another table.  He was hard and ready.  “Keep fucking him,” he told me.

The hot scene suddenly caught fire.  Cowboy Hat offered his cock to get sucked.  The bottom hungrily took him as I slid into him once more.  Cowboy Hat saw the condoms and nodded his approval.  I pushed my lube towards him as he suited up.

I pulled out the moment he was ready to go.  Cock two, almost as big, slipped into the willing bottom.  I ripped off the condom so I could jerk with more feeling.  As Cowboy Hat slowed down, I re-lubed and rolled a fresh piece of latex down my shaft.  C H pulled out and I fucked into the hot ass.  The bottom groaned.  C H turned my head and kissed me passionately, making me fuck harder.

We kept trading off.  It was glorious and so unexpected.

“Where do you want my cum?” Cowboy Hat panted.

“Chest.”

The burly guy pulled out, stripped the rubber off his cock and shot a massive load.  I went back up the bottom’s ass.  Working it hard.  “Jerk with me,” I instructed.  He did—and he was close.  I pulled out, unsheathed as I stepped to his side and splatted a huge load on his chest—the first spurt hitting his chin.  This made him cum, too.  We sat there, the rain still coming down in torrents.  We all grinned foolishly at each other…not believing the stroke of luck we’d just had.

To clean up, the bottom stepped out in the rain.  He dried himself with his tee-shirt and got dressed.  Nobody wanted to leave.

And then we saw it.  The headlights winding our way.  With the distance we had the chance to pick up the shitload of condoms we’d used and get them in a trash can.  The lube was in my pocket.  We looked like three friends enjoying the quiet, but wet night.

The ranger arrived.  He’d seen Cowboy Hat’s vacant truck.  “You know the park closes in about an hour?” he reminded us.  He looked at us again.  Was it a smirk?  Or a smile…

“Take care.”  And he was gone.

We sat another moment before taking off.  All of us knew we’d just lucked into something really special…

*

The gay beach was sold and closed by the 2000’s.  Around that same time, they built an elementary school near the cruising end of the Nashville park.  And no one went there to cruise.

Going Deep Into S J

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

I was more than ready for some good buddy sex, after my Dom/sub session.  S J, who I’d first met at the sex party in Grand Rapids (which has now gone on hiatus) was eager to come down.  We settled on a Thursday in the middle of the month.

S J had just gotten a subscription for Trimix and wondered if he could use it.  I had no problem with that.  On his arrival, we hugged and he went straight off to the bathroom to take care of things.  We went down together.  I lay on the bed watching him strip, tossing his clothes in the chair by the door…

 

S J crawls between my splayed legs.  My cock is already out of the jock and hard.  He licks up my shaft.  Slowly.  Enjoying every millimeter.  Eventually, he swallows me down, taking it all.  He chokes—and pulls off me.  He does it all again.  And again.

“I want to lick your balls.  Go over to the bench.”

The fuck bench is still in the table position.  I sit on the edge and he kneels in front of me.  His tongue is all over my sack.  He lifts them so he is able to lick my cockring.  He flirts with licking down my perineum.  Then it’s sucking the orbs, one at a time, into his mouth.  I keep murmuring my appreciation as he goes along.

“Let’s change places.  I want to eat your ass.”

I kneel and my tongue works its way into his pucker.  As always, S J opens easily.  My tongue is delightfully deep inside him.  I slather my cock with coconut oil as I lick.  I stand up and slide in.  I bottom out as S J moans.  A brief hold and I begin a slow, welcoming fuck.  It builds.  Harder and intense.  I suddenly pull out of him.  I know he wants to taste his juices, so I step to his mouth.  He devours me.

I go back and fuck him again, using his additional saliva for more lube.  He cleans me once more, moaning deep in his throat.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip the oval end of it in the coconut oil and, with a circular motion, push it into him.  He gasps.  I add my cock.  I love this new DP toy.  The thin shaft of the toy is under me—and my raging cock head keeps battering the head of the toy ever deeper into him.

I twirl it out of him, re-lube and do it all again.

We move to the sling.  S J slips into the stirrups all on his own.  I eat his abused hole.  I fuck it.   I go get the clear dildo with the black handle.  I grease it up and he takes it as deeply as any man in my stable.  Suddenly, I push the toy downwards.  The handle is under my balls in just a blink of an eye.  I add my cock to this toy, too, something I’ve never done before.  S J keeps nodding to me.  He loves it.  It’s tight, but with all the lube, very pleasurable.

I pull out and hang the chain from the middle of the sling frame.  I buckle up ankle restraints on each of his legs.  I clip his ankles to the chain so his legs are straight up.  I kneel and eat his exposed hole.  I stand and fuck him in this position.  It gives me his hot ass at a totally new angle—and we both love it.

Leaving his legs at 90 degrees, I grab the Seahorse, the curved and ridged toy.  I work it into him.  Then I fuck with the real thing.  Now the Seahorse with the curve going the opposite way.  And me, again.

I unclip his ankles let him return to the stirrups.  I eat his swollen ass lips.  He moans.  It’s time for the main event.  I slip the closed speculum into him.  I crank it open.  Slowly.  He groans.  My finger keeps playing with his prostate after each turn of the crank.  The Trimix has worked and S J is rock hard.  I play.  I crank.  It’s now wide enough to add my dick.  I stand up and fuck him.  As always, I enjoy the stainless steel to the sides of my cock and his hot flesh above and below.

I pull out, my dick making a sucking sound as the fuck has created a vacuum.  I finger him a little more, now fucking him once again, and only then, begin to slowly close the medical tool.

His hole is so ready for my hand.  Grease up the left and quickly have his sphincter snapping closed around my wrist.    I rotate it out and go in again.  This time, I’m standing and my hard cock can slide down my wrist and disappear into him, where my hand can cup my cock.  I fuck him—letting my cock glide between my fingers deep in his insides.

I switch to my right hand.  I try to add my cock with my fist this way, too.  But it’s never been as comfortable.  I get my dick out of him and let my right hand slowly explore his insides…

*

We’ve taken a break to rest my back after all the fisting.  As S J still has the ankle restraints on, I suggest I add the spreader bar.  He gets on the flattened fuck bench.  I clip the bar in place.  He grabs it and rolls back, giving me his ass again for another great fuck.

We move back to the sling.  I do a lot of alternate hand play.

His cock is still rock hard.  I add wrist restraints to S J.  I get him out of the sling and clip his arms to the chains, above his head.  His cock is jutting out.  I go to my knees and begin sucking him.  He squirms in pleasure.  Eventually, I stop, having enjoyed something new with him.

I unhook him and he lolls back in the sling.  “My hole is beginning to tell me to go easy on it.”

“Done?”

“Not quite yet.”

I ask him to pick a toy.  He chooses the big Sex Machine, the one that is molded to look like a robot’s cock.  I grease it up.  He takes maybe two thirds of it.  I add more lube.  This time, he takes three quarters of it.

And his hole had had enough.  We can’t keep the goofy looks of pleasure off either of our faces…

 

FP, the Dom

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

And now for something slightly different…

 

I had reactivated my FetLife profile.  I was enjoying interacting with a slightly different crowd.  Towards the middle of April, I got an intriguing message.  It was from a young married man (with children) who was in Michigan on a business trip.  He wanted his ass used.  But not penetration.  Or more importantly, not by my cock.  We talked a lot.  I never learned a first name.  He would not send me a text—both due to privacy concerns.  At first, this really raised red flags for me.

“Normally, I would ask you to meet on neutral ground,” he wrote, “but we kind of used up that window of time.  Could I come to your house, meet, and then we can decide if we want to play?”

It was a Monday night.  I had no other plans—and if he didn’t show, I would just watch one more episode of the foreign drama I was watching on PBS.  And the pictures of his ass were inviting.  So, I said yes. 

He arrived.  Nice looking.  Suburban.  The young dad you see pushing the stroller in the park.  We talked more.  He loved impact play on his ass.  He was often pegged by his wife, so he knew he could take smaller dick—but he was petrified to have me fuck him, even with a Magnum.

We went down to look at the playroom.  It was a wonderland to him.  He saw the toys, the leather and the flogger.  “There are toys here I know I can take,” he murmured.  Then he saw the speculum.  “I love that.  I have a three prong one, but I’ve never had one in me that was just the two.”  That seemed to be the deciding factor.  He was in.

I double checked safe words with him.

“When you hear me on the stairs, kneel there.”  I pointed to the base of the flattened fuck bench. I left him to strip to a jock and socks.  I did the same upstairs, but with boots and my leather vest.  I knocked on the door and opened it.  He was there.  Looking good. mostly naked. 

I had a moment of indecision.  He wasn’t going to suck my cock—where I always start.  Instead, I told him to get up and kneel on the bench.  His ‘jock’ was assless underwear, but it still framed his cheeks nicely.  I grabbed the leather paddle and knelt behind him…

 

I start slow, with measured, light strokes on his ass, the slap of the leather on skin, filling the room.  I warm his ass.  I build until I am leaving red marks on his skin.  I lick them.  He groans.  He finds the mirror on the side wall under the sling and watches me work his butt.  I paddle him again.  Slightly harder.  This time, my tongue finds his hole.  He gasps.  I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but he murmurs, “Yes, Sir!”

I switch to the wooden paddle.  Lightly.  Growing to a full paddling.  Jake used to tell me I fisted in 4/4 time—well, I paddle in it, too—stronger smacks on one and three.  I love his freshly warmed cheeks as I lick his hole a second time.

The assless briefs are not cut for play.  I have to keep pulling them down.  We pause and take them off.  I love that his cock is an unending drip of precum onto the bench as I use both paddles again.

We pause.  I get him up.  I hug him, asking if this is what he wants.  He nods—I am giving him just what he loves.  I have him sit.  “I know you don’t do restraints on a first meet, but I want to use them as a way to hold your legs in the air.

He nods.  “I trust you already.”

I add the ankle restraints as he sits on the bench.  I attach the spreader bar, instructing him to roll back.  He does.  I push the bar to his chest, telling him to keep it there.  I paddle his ass until I can feel the warmth.  Then I lick the red cheeks, before finding his hole with my tongue.  He groans.  He looks over in the mirror at just how helpless he is at this moment.  It makes him shiver.  But in a good way.

I stand up, my dick is hard and throbbing.  It’s the first time he’s really seen it.  “Those pictures don’t do you justice.  I’ve never seen a bigger one in person.”

I shrug and unbuckle the spreader.  We move to the sling.  I start to take the ankle restraints off, but he stops me.  “I like the feel of them.”  I get his legs in the stirrups.  Both paddles work his ass.  As does my tongue.  I hang a chain from the top of the sling frame.  I fasten his legs to it, so they are straight up in the air.  More paddling.  More soothing tongue.

His cock drools.

I get his legs back in the stirrups.  I take my brother’s flogger, which I rescued during his move.  The ceiling of the playroom is too low for truly flogging his ass, but I dump the many strands of it on his chest and slowly pull them over his crotch and then down his ass crack.  He shivers.  I slap his ass with it, lightly—but the sound in the small, enclosed room is terrific.

I hang it back up.  I take over the Spades toy.  “Do you think you’d like this?”  He handles it, check the size at the big end of each spade.

“It’s the same diameter there as the toy my wife uses.  Please, Sir.”

I lube it with coconut oil.  He loves the feel of the lube—and the toy as it inches into him.  He takes three of the five spades.  The small pink butt plug is also the same diameter at it’s largest.  He takes it next, relishing the snapping shut of his hole around the end.

I grease up the speculum, still with coconut oil.  He takes it like a champ.  It slowly forces him open.  Wider and wider.

“You know, I usually add my dick when you are this open…” I let the thought hang there.

Silence.

“Do it.”

I make a show of getting the Magnum on me.  I kneel and give it one last turn.  I stand up—and over an hour into our play, I finally enter him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him.  He can’t believe how good it feels.  How full. 

I pull out.  Another turn wider.  I re-insert.  This time his eyes are screwed shut—he is concentrating on the feel of it all.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Until he opens his eyes and watches my cock push into him.

I pull out and begin to screw the speculum closed.  It eventually slips out, clattering on the towel under the sling.  His eyes are shining.  I help him out of the sling.  His legs are visibly shaking.

I have one last trick up my sleeve.  I pull out the rimseat and set it up.  I get under.  He sits, saying “I’ve never done this…”

My tongue invades him.  So deeply.  I reach up and feel his cock.  It is plumping—and still drooling.  I wipe up his drool with a finger and he feels me smear it on his hole.  I hungrily lick it off. 

We’d set a time frame for when he had to leave (to check in with the family) and we are slightly over it.  I slow down, knowing he’s not going suddenly get the urge to ride my cock.

I tap his legs.  He rises a little unsteadily.  I get up.  “Is this what you wanted?”

His answer is to wrap his arms around me in a bear hug…

Kane Changes His (Dirty) Mind

 A quickie and the main event…

Near Home—April, 2026

On the second Friday of the month, I went to my usual haunt, but in the evening.  I was, truthfully, looking for some new faces.  But I was the only person in the room.  I jerked and silently cursed my folly for coming at this hour.  Eventually, I was joined by the guy I met here when I first started playing in the theatres.  We chatted.  He stripped.  I sucked his cock—though he had a new bottle of poppers, so it was mostly soft.

Everything changed when a young guy in his early 30’s came in.  He sat to the side and watched.  Then he sat to the side and stroked.  Now he knelt in front of me, knocked my hand away and gave me some great head.

He stood up.  The two older men each took a turn sucking the young guy.  Then it was back to me sitting there with a dick in my mouth and the young guy on mine.  My old friend shot—and took off.  The young man took a breather and scrolled through his phone.  He sent a text and knelt in front of me again.

“Damn, I’d love your load,” he muttered.

He began to suck just as his phone went off.  He apologized and checked it.  He stood up and shoved his wet cock into his pants.  “I need to get out of here.  I have a date with the girlfriend after all.”

He went out all smiles.  I saw not a soul the rest of the evening…

 

Jackson—April, 2026

With my blue balls, I was really thrilled to get a text on Saturday morning from Kane, the incredibly handsome man with the hairy ass of which I can’t get enough.  He wanted to meet at the Jackson bookstore/lounge that night.  I pushed him to a little earlier time than he suggested, for I wanted to give us enough play time before closing.

“I am thinking,” he wrote, “that I really want to keep this between the two of us and not have other men use me.”  I told him I was fine with that.

I got there a little early.  There were only a few men there…

 

I have decided to take my phone into the play area as Kane often runs late.  The moment I go in I get a text he is running behind.  I reply that I will see him when I see him.  The slurp ramp/glory holes are unused.  I see two men here, and one of the is the crossdressing Latino from the bookstore closer to home.

I sit and watch some bisexual porn.  The man I don’t know is quite good looking, likely late 40’s.  He asks if he can suck my dick.  I nod.  He gives me delicious head—a great wake up for my cock.

A third man comes out of a cabana.  He tells CD Latino he wants to fuck him. CDL strips to a jock and brassiere.  He bends over and takes a hard pounding.  When he’s had enough, the top goes off to the restroom down the hall.  CDL comes over to me and pleads with me to fuck him as he needs to get off and go home.  I suit up and do it.  It takes very little time to get him to shoot all over the floor.

I stroke.  Kane is now officially late.

A straight couple arrives.  Something new here.  The guy who fucked CDL is thrilled.  I wander away.  I settle into the middle room.  A very handsome man arrives.  He nods to me but does not smile.  He looks at my cock and walks out of the room. 

I stroke.

Kane arrives.  I stand and we hug.  We walk down the dark hall to the medical table.  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he whispers.  “I’ll take anyone you want inside me.”  He starts to strip, tossing his clothes into the corner by the medical table.  “I got online and invited a guy…”

The young man who’d checked me out walks in.  He goes behind Kane and opens his pants, pulling out his cock.  Kane bends and begins to suck me.  The young man kneels and begins to eat Kane’s ass.  Damn!  I am thrilled.  Kane moans around my cock.  I begin fucking his face as I hear the slurp of the young man tonguing Kane’s hole.

“Turn around.”

Kane does.  The young man stands and presents his dick to Kane’s mouth.  I go to my knees and eat Kane’s wet ass.  It’s such a turn on that someone else wanted to lick his hairy hole.

Kane pulls off the guy.  “Fuck me.” 

Kane sits on the table and rolls back.  He hooks his arms around his knees.  The young man goes to his knees again and begins tongue fucking Kane’s hairy pucker.  I move up to Kane’s face, standing with my legs against the medical table.  He turns and takes my cock as deep as he can in the slightly awkward position.

The young man stands up.  He pushes in.  Bare.  He fucks Kane hard.  It’s not a long fuck, but it’s hot to see this young guy use him.  He stops, breathing hard.  He pulls out and comes up to the other side of the table.  I turn Kane’s head so he can fellate him as I go down to Kane’s freshly fucked ass.  I kneel and taste what his drooling cock left behind.  When I’ve had my fill, I stand up and fuck.  The young guy’s attention turns to me. 

“You really fill him up,” he murmurs. 

I nod.

Kane is slurping happily of the hot young man.

I pick up the fuck speed.  More men have arrived.  At least three guys stand in the door behind us, watching us use Kane.

The young guy pulls himself up onto the medical table.  He gets a knee on either side of Kane’s head. He begins fucking his mouth, holding onto the wall for support.  I lean over and my tongue touches the hot young man’s naked bubble butt.  He moans.  I burrow deeper.  I find his hole and begin tongue fucking him in rhythm to the fuck I’m giving Kane’s ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh…Fuck!”

The young guy explodes in Kane’s mouth.  I straighten up.  I slow down and the young guy is shuddering as Kane cleans his cock.  I go to the other side of the table.  “Don’t swallow it all,” I tell Kane  “I want to use some as lube.” 

The moment I say that, Kane turns and drools some of the young man’s cum into my hand.  I wait until I have the young man’s attention.  I smear his cum on my dick.  I begin working my slick cock back into Kane.

“Fuck him with my cum,” he hisses.  His eyes never leave my dick, frothed by some of his load…

*

I have raised the bench so I don’t have to do deep knee bends.  I am leisurely fucking Kane as a new guy comes in.  He pulls out his cock and asks if Kane’s mouth is available.

“Absolutely.  Unload in either hole.”

The guy begins fucking Kane’s mouth as I pick up the pace in his ass.  The new guy hefts Kane’s big curved cock.  Soon he pulls out of Kane’s mouth and begins sucking him.  Kane finally stops him.   “I don’t want to get off yet.”

The guy moves away.

I eat Kane’s hole.  I know closing time is getting closer.  I get him up off his back and have him bend over the table, his feet on the floor.  This is the perfect height for my long legs.  I begin to fuck.  Another man feed’s Kane his dick.

“Suck it, whore.”

Kane does.  He might even get the load—I can’t tell if the guy is groaning from the head or losing his load. The guy leaves, so I’m guessing Kane got more cum.

“I’m going to breed your hole,” I grunt out.

“Do it, Daddy!”

I fuck harder.  I pull out.  I desperately need one more taste of his talented hairy ass.  I slurp loudly.  Kane moans.  I stand up.  I just get my cock back into him just in time.  His hole is so damn slippery.

I fuck.

And I begin to shoot.  I groan out my orgasm, getting a little louder with each spurt into his hot ass.

I stay buried in him for a long time.  I kneel and lick up my stray cum trickling out of him.

“Daddy, you made me shoot.”

I have indeed.  His cum is all over the floor and the side of the medical table…

Pictures to Start the Weekend

Today is a day I will be writing, but likely a little later in the day.  I have my yearly physical exam coming up—and I am off at this ungodly hour to go let them take my blood for all those diagnostic tests.  While I usually publish between 11:00am and Noon, today it will be early afternoon before the post arrives.

It’s one I can’t wait to share with you—so make sure you check back…

Late in the afternoon:

I just reread what I wrote early this morning….Well, absolutely nothing went as planned for the rest of the day.  (Except the blood work!)  Life just sort of took over and I lost the time to write.

But I always have some great pictures lying around to make a post….

Jack Squeezes the Cum Out of My Cock

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

Jack checked in, wondering if I was up for some fun.  We set a date early in April.  I was really ready for him.  I hadn’t gotten off that Saturday night, detailed in the last post, and was feeling it.  Finally, four days later, I knew I’d get rid of that excess cum…

 

Jack is naked and sitting on the bed, jerking his ample cock to the porn orgy happening on the television.  I hang up my robe on the doorknob.  I take a sip of my tea and stand in front of him, presenting my mounded cock hidden by my discolored yellow jock.  He pulls me closer and nuzzles the fabric.  He groans and begins to lick it.  He loves the taste of sweat and cum and who knows whose ass jizz on the fabric.  He gets it very wet, reactivating the juices dried into it.

Eventually, he pulls it aside to get to my dick.  My cock springs free.  He uses his hand to guide it to his hungry mouth.  He licks the drooling head before swallowing three quarters of the shaft.  He pulls off, takes a breath and takes every inch I have to offer.  He stays there for a long moment, then comes up, gasping for air.  He gulps—and does it again.

This time, once he’s caught his breath again, I begin to fuck his face.  I hold onto his ears and jack hammer my cock into his mouth and throat.  When I sense he needs air, I let go.  He grabs some—and goes right back to pleasuring me (and himself.)

“I need to eat your ass.”  It’s the truth.  I can’t wait.

He gets up on the flattened fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, slather my cock with coconut oil and jerk it as I begin to lick his puffy hole.  I burrow deep into his pronounced pucker.

“Fuck me…”

I take the cue.  I stand up and slide into him.  He feels tremendous.  I bottom out, hold and begin a slow in and out.  I build the speed.  My hips slap his ass as the force of my fuck increases.  Abruptly, I pull out and take the few steps to his mouth.  He licks me clean, loving the taste of his ass on my cock.

I go back and fuck him again.  He cleans my cock just as thoroughly, but this time I bend down to kiss him, wanting to taste all those juices myself.  His tongue gives way to mine.

We move to the sling.  I eat his ass for a long time once he’s situated in it.  Eventually, I stand up and fuck.  His ass is more open, but he knows how to work it.  He squeezes down on me at random times—and I love it.  I pull out and he cleans my cock once more, craning over the side of the sling to get to me.

Another fuck.  Another clean.

“Let’s get you out…”

He dismounts—with no help needed from me.  He grins as I take his place.

“Now eat my ass…”

He kneels and begins a teasingly slow lick down my entire ass crack.  The moment he zeros in on my hole, I crack open the poppers I save for this moment.  Jack loves rimming me.  He’d lost his erection during the fucks, but he is rampant now.  He licks my balls, my cockring, my perineum and my hole.  He grunts out his enthusiasm.  

I readjust the stirrups, so they go from my knee to the D ring on the sling by my head.  It tilts my ass up.  It gives him a whole new angle to work.  I swear his tongue is inside me even deeper.  I take another hit—and stop thinking...

*

Jack is back in the sling and I am fucking him.  I tell him how good he made me feel.  I pull out and eat his wet, glistening hole.  I want to go deeper.  I stand up and set up the rimseat.  Jack gets out of the sling as I lay down the mat for the rimmer.  He gets on it, head under the seat.

“I got this out for me to do you,” I chuckle.

“Let me lick you first.”

I sit down.  He goes to town.  I watch the porn and idly stroke my cock as Jack’s tongue goes even deeper into my body.  He makes the hottest sounds as he penetrates me.  This time I don’t use the poppers.  I want to save them for when I go under Jack.  I sit there, enjoying his handiwork for quite a while.  I finally suggest we switch.

I stand and we change places.  I take a hit before he sits down.  His wet hole is pulled open for me by the seat.  I begin to explore.  Deeper and deeper.  Jack’s moans are just what I want to hear.  I stop jerking and concentrate on giving him as much pleasure as possible.  I can’t believe how deeply I can probe into him.  My breath quickens.

I am not down there as long as I’d like to be.  The need to breed his ass hits me hard.  I tap his thighs.  He stands up, lending me a hand to get to my feet.

“Sling or bench?”  he asks.  He knows just what I need to do,

“Sling.  I love watching your face as I shoot.”

He jumps in, feet on chains, no time for stirrups.

I push right into him.   My cock feels like every nerve is firing.  I begin to thrust.  Fast and deep.

“Give it to me!”

I quicken the stroke.

“Breed me!” he moans.

“Say it again…”

“Give me your load!”

I thrust again just as he finishes.  My cock erupts.   I fire off jet after jet of hot cum as I grab the sling frame and hand on.  The moment I finish, Jack begins to milk my dick, squeezing down on me for every last drop,,.