Unexpected Expertise

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Jack Gets Wet

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

Jack, the man who been a regular at the bookstore and in my playroom a few years ago, was back in area.  We had a great re-match. (Jack Returns to the Playroom).  As we were walking upstairs, he reminded me he loved piss during our play.  I apologized that I’d run out of time that day to hydrate properly, but would the next time we met.

I got a text from him a few weeks later.  We set up a time.  On the day, I began hydrating the moment I sat down to type my morning blog post.  He arrived that afternoon—and I was ready…

 

I go downstairs with Jack and watch him strip off.  He looks great.  His head is shaved.  He’s hairy, right where you want him to be.  Nicely muscled from work and not the gym.

I sit on the flattened fuckbench, kneading the mound in my jock pouch.  Once he’s naked (but for socks with my cold floor) he kneels and buries his face in the fragrant jock.  He murmurs his appreciation before he begins to lick the fabric.  My cock fully erects, poking out of the side of the yellow jock.  He slowly licks up the shaft before swallowing me down.  He deep throats me with ease, making my cock drool.  I let him get me good and wet, but I can’t wait to eat his ass.

“Let’s trade places.”

He gets on the bench, on all fours, and I kneel on the padded floor.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He groans.  I moan—and begin to lick his tortured pucker.  His hole loosens slowly, and that’s just fine, as I’m in no hurry.  I am right where I want to be.  I burrow into him, leaving his hole very wet.

I stand up.  My coconut oiled cock pushes into him for the first time today.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror on the side wall that lets him see my anal attack.  I fuck him slowly, relentlessly building up speed.  My hips are now slamming into his hairy ass.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours me.  He loves ass to mouth.  I tell him to lick every inch of me—and he does.  I go back and slip it into him again.  I pound him hard and once more take my wet dick to his all but drooling mouth.  He cleans me.  Thoroughly.  Even my wet balls.

I go back to his ass and kneel.  I begin licking his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  I moan into his crack.  My tongue goes deeper now, after the fucking.  I want to stay there, licking and spitting, but my cock tells me to fuck.  I stand up and plow him once again.

I stop, let him clean my cock and go to take a sip of my hot tea.  My eye catches the spreader bar under the sling.

“Sit up,” I tell him, unbuckling an ankle restraint from the sling chain.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  I get the other one and do the left.  I connect the bar between the two.  Jack knows just how to roll back, taking the spreader bar from my hands and holding it close to his chest, tilting his ass up, all while begging for my cock.  He gets it.  I push in and hold the bar with him.  I fuck him.  I love how helpless he looks.  It makes me fuck him harder yet.

I pull out.  He turns his head slightly so he can taste me.  I don’t stand still this time.  I fuck his face.  Then it’s back to his ass for a lazy, slow fuck that makes him beg for me to be harder.  I oblige.  I pull out once again and let him taste the mix of his ass jizz, my precum, and coconut oil.  I let him clean every inch of me.  I pull out.  He expects me to return to fuck him once again.  I don’t.  I sit on his face.  I am in a slightly uncomfortable squat—but I don’t care.  He is going crazy on my ass crack and hole.  I let him get me good and wet.  I try not to jerk as he does it, but I can’t help myself.  Finally, I stand and fuck him once more.  Another cleaning…and we move to the sling.

I eat his well-fucked hole.  He is really open now.  I love the taste of him.  But I also want him to taste more of me.  I stand up and give him a quick blast of piss.  It cascades from his balls on down to his ass crack.  I poke some into his butt.   He squirms.  I cut off the stream and kneel.  I lick him clean—starting with his dripping testicles, down his hairy crack and into his hole.  I am rock hard as I lap it all up.

I stand and fuck him.  His eyes find the mirror above him.  He loves watching my cock slice into him.  I fuck.  I eat his hole.  I fuck and let him clean my cock.  I drink more tea to keep the juices flowing.

I make an announcement. “I want you to eat my ass.”  We trade places in the sling.  I hook the stirrups around my knees and fasten them to the D rings of the sling behind me.  It tilts my ass up so he can go deep.  He loves to eat ass.  And it shows.  He can’t get enough.  I let him pleasure me for a long time.  Then I ask for him to lick my balls.  He does.  The moment his tongue touches them, I begin to piss.  It is a perfect piss fountain.  It rains down on my balls and sluices down my ass crack.  He dives hungrily for it.  His tongue is everywhere, catching every available drop.  My ass cheeks are coated with piss—and he licks me clean.

“Kiss me.”

He stops and rises.  We have a long kiss—exchanging the incredible flavors of our sex…

*

The rimseat comes out.  I go under and eat his hole.  His ass lips are wonderfully puffy.  “I want you on this,” he mumbles as I lick him out.

We exchange places.  He eats my hole with an amazing ferocity.  Then I stand up.  He is still wearing the ankle restraints as he lies on the mat under the rimseat.  I hook up the spreader bar again, pull his legs up until he can grab them.  It puts his ass in the right position.  I fuck him.  Silently wishing another man was here, so he’d have an ass to eat while I fucked him.  It’s a hot, but slightly awkward position.  I pull out and sit back down on the seat.  He rims me again—with the same enthusiasm as the very first time.

He stops.  “I need to piss,” he says, “and I want to cover your ass.”

I get up and unsnap the spreader bar I’ve left on him.  I get in the sling.  He stands, but can’t get the piss going.  I suggest he take a sip of water from the pitcher I have on the file cabinet.  He does.  It does the trick.  It starts as a small flow covering my balls; and then its a cascade of hot liquid down my ass crack.  The moment he’s done, he is on his knees, licking me clean.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him do what he loves…

When I come back to earth, I am so ready to breed.  We change places.  My tongue works his tortured hole.  It makes my cock so hard to take his swollen ass lips into my mouth.  But I need to cum.  I stand up.  I slide into his hole for the gazzillionth time that day.  I am so close.  I begin to fuck.

“Give it to me!”

I speed up.

“You know I want your cum…”

And, man, do I want to give it to him.  My balls ache.  “Fuck…” I mumble.

I do another taste of his ruined hole—and that does it.  I stand back up, slide in and explode.  Giving him every drop in my balls…

*

And to cap it off—he gave me a fabulous massage on the bed.  My shoulders and lower back hadn’t felt so good in weeks!

Two Short Scenes

 Today you have two entries.  Both were short.  Only one was sweet.

 

Near Home—February, 2026

The very next day after my marathon of cocksucking detailed in the last post, I went back to the bookstore.  It was the last day of February, bitterly cold and a Saturday night…

 

The room is alive with sexual tension.  I can feel it as I sit down.  There are five other men here.  No overt action, but lots of kneading and eyeing of the others around them.  I take out my cock.  A good-looking guy in his 40’s all but licks his lips.  He nods to me.  I nod back, taking my hand off my dick so he can see all of it.

He nods again.  Just as he’s getting up, the door opens.  A heterosexual couple enters.  He looks like he works in construction.  She is full figured.  Both are in their late 30’s.  They sit along the side wall so they can see both screens.

The air goes out of the room.  The guy salivating over my cock gets up and leaves.  Other men adjust their viewing—all now looking only at the straight screen.  I find this amusing as the straight guy is watching the gay porn more than the straight.  He occasionally touches the women he brought through her clothes.  She barely responds.

The men who were here before my arrival begin to leave one by one.  Soon I am left alone with the couple.

Road Worker comes in.  He sits on the opposite side of the straight couple.  He pulls out his dick and strokes, looking right at her.  She ignores him.  Her partner suggests something in a whisper to her. 

“It’s too cold,” is her reply.  Moments later they are out the door.

Road Worker gets up and moves to the dark corner where he loves to get fucked.  “Rape me,” he mutters as he passes by me.

He strips off his pants.  He sits in the chair and his legs go straight up in the air, exposing his hot ass.  I go over, greasing my dick as I go.  I slide in.  I fuck him a few strokes, kneeling on the floor.  I tilt his legs back, bringing his ass to a better angle.  I increase the speed of the thrusts.

“Yeah…” he groans.

And shoots all over himself.

I am nowhere close to getting off.

No one else shows up in the 45 minutes I wait and stroke…thinking of all the things that could have happened…

*

My Playroom—March, 2026

Kieran, married guy, wanted to come over.  I finally took the bull by the horns and explained that his cleanout needed to be a little more thorough.  He took it well.  It was now three days after the blue balling of Saturday night….

 

Kieran sits, naked, on the bed.  Well, he has his socks on as the floor is cold, though the space heater has made the room nice and warm.  I stand in front of him.  He nuzzles the well stained jock, enjoying it’s fragrance.  He uses his teeth to pull it aside.  His amazing mouth covers my dick.  His tongue begins to work on me.  I sigh and close my eyes.

I just let him do whatever feels right.  Head.  Slit.  Balls.  Shaft.  He leaves them all wet, every nerve tingling.  I fuck his face for a moment, before deciding I want more.

I lay down on the bed.  Kieran’s mouth is all over my ball sack.  He lifts them and licks down my perineum.  I moan, instructing him to lick my cock ring.  He does.  Over and over.  Making me squirm.

Now he does everything he’s already done to my dick once more.  My cockhead is drooling like crazy.  He laps it up and murmurs his appreciation.  Then he does it all again.

We move directly to the sling, skipping the fuck bench as he has bad knees.  Once he’s in place, I lick his balls and down his taint to his asshole.  I don’t spend long there.  I need to fuck…

I stand up and slide in.  His hole feels great and is very responsive to my thrusts today.  I pull out.  He’s spotless.  Now I go to my knees and devour his hole.  He groans.  I fuck him again.  Slow.  Long strokes.  Then I stand still and pull the sling onto my hard cock—and push it back off.  Over and over.  Kieran groans.

I eat his hole again.

I stand up and fuck once more.  I’m ready to shoot.  Surprised, I just go with it.  I plow into him.  Hard.  And leave his hole very wet with a four-day load…

A Warm Winter Day Brings Out the Men

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History: Family, Threeways and Porn

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"Do You Feel Like Fucking?"

 Near Home—February, 2026

 

Saturday nights at the bookstore have suddenly become a habit with me.  It’s a good mixed crowd of men I’ve seen occasionally in my usual afternoon visits and a whole crop of men who are strangers. 

I was still not totally recovered from how tired my bout with the flu had left me, but thought I’d be fine in this kind of crowd.  I arrived right around 7pm…

 

There are quite a few cars in the lot.  I go in, pay and am buzzed through the door to the dark theatre.  There are eight men here.  My usual seat is taken so I sit on the long wall, so with a turn of my head, I can see either screen.

There is no overt activity at the moment, but there is lots of kneading of swollen crotches.  I unzip and harden up.  I stroke.  Two other men breathe a sigh of relief and follow suit.  I love that I just gave them permission to jack.

The door opens and the man I’ve known from this establishment for years comes in.  He’s tall and thin, moderately hairy and likes to get naked.  He sits next to me and moments later stands up and strips down.

A third man frees his hard cock to stroke it.

My bookstore acquaintance watches both screens.  He hardens up fast.  He stands up and feeds me his dick.  He doesn’t ask, he just likes my mouth and wants to use it.  I suck him—and make a show of it.

One of the strokers comes over.  He kneels and begins sucking my cock as I work on the dick in my mouth.  Having a good mouth on me when I am sucking is one of my favorite things to do in the bookstore.  The guy on me is good.  He does my often-overlooked balls, too.  He jerks himself.  Hard and fast.

Suddenly he stands up.  “May I…?” he asks the guy in my mouth.  One cock withdraws and the other enters—and just in time.  He gives me his pent-up load in moments.  I swallow, lick him clean and go back to cock number one.

One of the strokers shoots on the floor and leaves.

“Do you feel like fucking?” my longtime acquaintance asks.

“Sure.”

He bends, holding onto the arms of the chair.  I stand up, lube up and push in.  I remember that he does not like to be fucked hard.  I give him a slow, buddy fuck.  He takes all of me, loving how my cock always hits his prostate.  He strokes himself in time with my thrusts—but soon his cock wilts and he just luxuriates in feeling full.

I know I won’t get off, but I keep it up for a long time.  The men stroking watch us as much as the porn.

Finally, I pull out.  He thanks me.  I go to wash up, not because I need to, but to let any other potential cocksuckers there know that I have.  When I get back, my acquaintance is dressed.  He thanks me and takes off.

I stroke for a long time.  One other man shoots into a fast-food napkin.  The others, but for one, just zip up and leave, piecemeal, over the next 30 minutes.

The place is now empty but for a man jerking to the straight porn.  I’ve clocked him throughout the night.  He has never looked in my direction during any of the sex I’ve had.  Not once.  But he loves to watch tiny young white women be ravaged by big black dick on the screen.

The door opens.  Road Worker comes in, his shaggy blond hair streaming down his neck.  He nods to me and goes to the darkest corner, a position where you can only see the straight screen.  And fairly close to the Hetro stroker.

Road Worker strips but for his knit cap and work socks.  He sits.  He gets hard and strokes.  I stand up and go over, smirking to myself that the Hetro stroker will not look at us.  I kneel and begin sucking Road Worker.  He skootches down in the seat, so his ass is right at the front.  His legs shoot up in the air.  He strokes his cock and hisses “Lick my balls!”

I do.  As I bend to do it my cock ‘accidentally’ brushes across his hole.  He sighs.  I lick his fairly hairless ball sack.  It is pulled up very tight against him.  He jerks faster as my tongue goes from one nut to the other.

“Fuck me,” he whispers.  “Hard.”

I lube up and slide in.  I let him take a huge hit of poppers.  I start slowly but build almost instantly to a hard fuck.  He takes it and begins to groan.  “Do it.  Make me cum…” he moans.

It is always over before I want it to be with Road Worker.  He shoots all over his abs.  He literally pushes me out of his ass with a hand to my chest and a twist of his lithe body.  He races to the restroom.

I stay, kneeling where I was and panting.

Hetro jerker stands up.  He moves two steps to me and shoves his generous cock in my mouth.  It explodes on contact.  It’s a massive load.  I grab his balls so he can’t get free and he has to let me lick him clean.  And he does.  I lick up any stray jizz.

He grunts.  I take it as a thank you.

He leaves, stuffing his wet cock away.

I am still on my knees as the door slams shut…

The Hunt and Pecker Method

 

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