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"Keep Going. I Can Take It!"

 My Playroom—October, 2026

 

I am not a guy that does a lot of spontaneous sex.  I like to plan ahead.  I like to think about what we might do in a scheduled meet two days away or who might be at the sex venue I’m headed to that weekend.  Another factor is that I have an odd work schedule.  I can’t just drop things for a quick fuck.

But I actually did have spontaneous sex in the middle of October.  Quite early on a Sunday morning I got a text from Kane.  He was going to be in Lansing for the day.  Could he come get fucked beforehand?  I asked about his timings.  He replied he would jump in the shower—then be there in 90 minutes.  He couldn’t stay longer than an hour.  I mentally scrolled through the calendar of my day.  I had nowhere to be until the evening.  I said “Yes.”

It worked perfectly.  Kane was right on time.  We hugged—and I led him to the duffel bag that was sitting in my living room.  When GaryM gave me the new set of toys for the playroom, he had also asked me to re-home other things I didn’t need for my space.  The largest item was a Fort Troff sling—and I thought Kane was the perfect pig for it.  Kane did not have one, but loved mine.  He loved the idea that now we could have reciprocal visits (and not play on his low to the ground bed.)  He kept asking how he could thank GaryM.  I told him a few pics of his hot ass would be perfect.

We went downstairs.  I ditched my robe as he stripped down to a jock and socks.  Kane sat on the bed.  He motioned for me to come to him…

 

Kane inhales the slight musk of the jock.  He sighs and peels the fabric to the side.  My hardening cock goes into his mouth.  His handsome face contorts as he takes me deep into his throat.  He pulls off me, panting.  Now his tongue goes into action.  He licks every inch of my shaft and thick helmet head.  There is just one flick of his tongue over my nut sack, but I want more.

I sit on the flattened fuck bench, right on the edge so he can sit on the floor and lick my balls.  I lift them and let him lick the cock ring and the top of my perineum.  He takes time to lick each orb, making hot sounds as he slobbers over them.

I can’t take it anymore.  I need to eat that perfectly shaped, hairy ass.  We change places on the bench.  I kneel.  His hairy cheeks are right there.  I lick up and down his hairy cleft.  Now his pucker.  Opening it up for my cock.  His eyes are glued to the mirror on the side wall so he can see me revel in his hot hole.

“I need to take a picture for GaryM.”

He agrees.  I take one. He tells me I can take more as we fuck.

I go back to tongue fucking him and slopping coconut oil on my dick.  I am so ready.  I stand up and slide my dick into him.  He groans out:  “Take that ass…”  I hold and then begin a slow fuck.  I build fast.  I don’t mean to—I just let my dick take over.  I am soon slamming into his butt, grinding my pubes against his furry cheeks. 

I pull out.  A quick ass to mouth moment.  I go back and fuck him one more time.

I glance at the television.  I know the porn playing well enough to know we’ve used our first 20 minutes.  We move to the sling.  He loves the new springs and makes himself bounce a little.  I settle down and eat out his freshly fucked hole.  I groan aloud without meaning to, he is so wet from our first two fucks.

I snap a pic. 

I stand up and put my phone down on the shelf while sliding into him.  I fuck him hard, making him pant.  I pull out and eat his hole again.  The sling feels slightly low with the springs, so I take the stirrups and hook them around his knees and fasten them on the D rings by his head.  It tilts his ass up—and is the perfect height for me to slide in again.  I fuck—hard and fast.  Kane reaches for his cock.  He has a gorgeous one, thick with a curve.  He beats it in time to my strokes.

And he shoots.  Loudly.  “Keep going,” he pants.  “I can take it.”

I scoop up some of his cum and smear it on his hole.  I push it inside with my tongue, though I can’t help swallowing some.  I stand up and slide into him.  There’s enough of his jizz in there to change the feel of his ass.  Fuck, I love to fuck in someone’s load!  I am close.  We have to have been playing for close to an hour now.  I pull out and go to my knees.  His hole is oozing a mix of his cum and coconut oil.  The flavor on my tongue is amazing.  I am instantly ready to shoot.

I stand up and push into his used hole. 

Kane groans.  “Shoot in me.”  He moans, turned on by saying the words—as well as my pumping cock.  “I want your load in me all day…”

I work harder.  I am so close.  I look at him pumping his still swollen cock.

“Yessss!” I bleat.

My cock goes off.  I push in deep.  I imagine my cum mixing with his in his ass.  I let my balls empty, holding onto the top of the sling frame for support.  Finally, I let go.  I go to my knees and lick up only the escaping semen.  Kane beats his cock.  He moans.  When I stand up, he’s shot a dribble more.  I lean over him and lick it up….

We were right on time.  He rinsed off, got the sling into his car and left for whatever adventure he’d planned for the rest of the day…

The Men of Friday Night

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

I went back to the local bookstore on the next Friday night.  After my rather lackluster afternoon spent there a few days before, this visit gave me just about everything I love to do…

 

I walk in on three men stroking to the porn.  One I recognize as a show-off/no touch guy.  The other two, I don’t know.  The younger of the two is 30-ish, pudgy and beating his uncut cock furiously.  A man my age is sitting next to him and stroking, while watching the young man.

I sit near them and take out my cock.  The young guy looks at it and instantly nods to me.  I go over, not sure if he wants my mouth or my dick.

“Suck me, Daddy.  I’m so close…”

I go to my knees and take his stubby dick into my mouth.  He is gushing precum.  My tongue licks all of it up and digs into his foreskin for more.  The older guy next to him stands up and feeds the young guy his dick, who takes it willingly.  I hear the older guy groan and begin to thrust into the young man’s mouth.  I feel the cock in my mouth engorge.  The young man pulls off the older guy’s cock and groans out “Take it!”

His cock explodes.  It’s a young man’s load—lots of jizz and it just keeps shooting.  I get it all, even as he tries to wriggle away from my mouth.  He is panting.  I finally pull off his spent cock.  He grins and heads to the restroom.  I go back to my seat.

It takes no time at all for the older man I don’t know to come sit next to me.  “I’d like a turn on you,” he mutters.

“Feel free.”  I spread my long legs in invitation.

He kneels, using my knees to help him get down to the hard floor.  His practiced mouth envelops me.  He takes me down his throat as if I were no thicker than a breadstick.  He has no gag reflex—and delights in showing it off.  But he doesn’t forget to lick my balls or mop up my precum with his tongue.

I can’t help but moan as his lips and tongue give me so much pleasure.  He is so into it that he stops jerking his own Viagra-ed cock and concentrates on getting me off.  But I can’t quite go over the edge, not this early in the evening.  He finally pulls off me and sits back down.  His cock is rock hard.  I slip to my knees and do everything for him that he just did to me.  He groans out encouragement—but finally tells me he won’t likely shoot.  I nod—I know that feeling all too well.

We stroke and chat.

Terry, the man with snow white hair tied back in a small ponytail comes in.  (He has blown me here, off and on for years—and had just been to the playroom where he surprised me by taking my fist.)  He comes over, seeing two hard cocks.

He smiles a greeting and goes to his knees.  He sucks me.  His technique is totally opposite from the man to my right, but every bit as good.  I urge him to sample my seatmate’s cock, too.  Terry loves this.   Soon he is in a rhythm of taking one and then the other. 

Back and forth.

I find it as big a turn on as does Terry.

Finally, Terry’s knees tire.  He stands up.  “My ass wants you in me again,” he whispers in my ear. 

I nod and stand up.  He drops his pants and leans into my chair.  My new friend watches—jerking his dick to this live porn show right in front of him.  I kneel and eat Terry’s hole.  He’s slightly gaped and expectant.  My tongue goes deep into his ass.  He groans.

I stand up and slide in.  I hold for the briefest of seconds and begin a leisurely fuck.  My new friend strokes faster as he watches my cock work Terry’s ass open.  I pick up the speed.  My hips are slapping into his hairless butt cheeks—making a resounding slapping sound on each thrust.

Terry moans. 

I moan.  I keep going.  Faster now.  Terry is panting.  The main door opens and a handsome man walks in.  He sits across the room from us, but his eyes watch the blistering fuck I’m giving Terry. 

I slow.  My cock just won’t shoot.  I pull out and Terry swivels, cleaning my dick.  The new arrival is so hard he has to free his cock.  I go and rinse my dick, more for the sake of others in the room than me needing to do it.  I take the opportunity to piss.

I go back in.  Terry is taking off.  I kind of wished the older guy had fucked him, too.  The moment the door closes on Terry, the handsome man comes over.  He has a just bigger than average cock: it sways as he walks over to me.

“You’re in luck,” he says.  “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.”  He tosses a Durex on my lap.  I dig a Magnum out of my pocket.  I lube up and roll it down my shaft.  I add lots of lube.  I am not sure this guy will have cleaned for sex—so I don’t rim him.  I push against his pucker.  Fuck!  He is tight.  I don’t go in at all.

I use a finger.  It goes in to the first knuckle.  I try for a second finger and fail.   I pull out and go in again.  And again.  I try for two fingers.  It happens this time.  He is panting and murmuring a stream of profanity. 

I try my cock again.  It won’t go.

I go back to the fingers.  Well, finger.  I can’t get the second one in this time as he clamps down.  I tell him to relax but it doesn’t change anything.

I try my cock once more.  Frankly, being in latex and the real work of getting into his hole is taking a toll on my erection.  I apologize and tell him it’s not going to happen.  He agrees and sits down.  His cock is rampant from the idea of me getting into his ass.

“The least I can do is suck you off,” I murmur. 

He nods.

I am taking his load in no time at all.

I sit and stroke.  The other older guy has retreated to be nearer the gay screen.  The guy who just watches, is still doing just that.

A guy walks in and sits one seat away from me.  He pulls out his cock and works it up to just over six inches.  Then he looks at me. “Cocksucker?”

“Sure.”

I swallow him down.  In less then three minutes I have his load.  He thanks me and leaves—likely in the room for a mere ten minutes.

The three of us stroke.

A guy in his 50’s comes in.  He sits opposite me and eventually pulls out his dick.  It takes maybe twenty minutes for him to get up the courage to ask if he can suck me.  I nod.  He comes over.  He’s nearly as good as the other older guy from early on (and who is watching from his corner of the room.)  This new guy’s mouth is everywhere.

When his knees tire, I take a turn on him.  He apologizes when I don’t get him off easily.

He does another round on me.   I am close.  Just as I’m about to tell him so, his phone goes me.  He races out the door to answer it, barely getting his cock tucked away.

I’m close.  I stand up and walk to the sucker in the corner.  He leans forward and swallows me down.  I’m so damn close after all the play.  He reaches up with his left hand and softly caresses my balls.

Bam.  I am shooting.  And shooting.

He takes every drop.  He won’t let me pull out until my piss slit stops dripping.

I wash up and go out.  The guy who rushed out is just finishing his phone call.

Numbers are exchanged…

And I go home, thoroughly satisfied.

 

 

 

Terry’s time in the playroom is here:  Terry is Full of Surprises

Shy One Makes the Trip Worthwhile

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Carlos Comes to the Playroom

 My Playroom—October, 2026

 

At the end of September, I met a great cocksucker at the bookstore—which I wrote up as Late Night Treat.  We’d exchanged numbers that night.  I soon heard from him.  He wanted more.  I asked if he could come over on Saturday afternoon, the second Saturday of the month.  He could—and I learned he lived just a few blocks away from me.

Carlos showed up right on time.  We went downstairs.  He was a little awed by the playroom.  He sat on the bed (fully dressed)—and I sat on the flattened fuck bench (in my robe.)  He wanted to talk—which was good, for I knew I was in for some great cock sucking, but I didn’t know if he wanted more.  I soon asked if he wanted to be fucked—and if he’d cleaned out.  He looked confused and shook his head.

He told me was from Spain—and was studying in the US.  He found English harder to master than he’d thought.  We talked for some time, of his school and our last meet.  Once he was comfortable, Carlos began removing his clothes.   I loved the black hair that was growing everywhere on him.  His uncut cock, which I barely saw at the bookstore, was beginning to grow as he put his clothes on the chair.

I opened my robe.  My cock was mounded in the clean yellow jock.  He knelt before me…

 

“Yes…” he hisses softly.  He tentatively reaches out and cups my cock under the fabric.  He gently squeezes me before peeling the fabric away from my dick.  It flops out, lengthening fast.  He takes me into his mouth—and this tongue goes to work.  He’s every bit as good as I remember.  His tongue is all over my head and my shaft.  He drills into my piss slit.  I sigh and lean back on the padded bench.  He licks my balls for a brief moment, before doing his memorable repeated deep throating of my cock.

Over and over.

Making him choke—and gasp for air.

Then he does it all again.

I stand up and fuck his face.  He likes this.  It makes his cock drool.  I ravage his throat as he grunts out his pleasure.

I sit back down and let him be in charge again.  His mouth is everywhere.  Head.  Shaft.  And back again.

Finally, he stands up to stretch his legs.  I lean forward and take his wet cock in my mouth.  He’s surprised, but he lets me.  I am treated to his copious dripping precum.  My tongue works inside his tight foreskin.  He gasps at this—and helps pull it back with his hand.

When I stop sucking—he goes to his knees and does me yet again.

“Do you like having your ass eaten?”  I ask.  I really want to explore his hairy crack.

He shrugs and we change places.  He kneels on the bench at my instruction.  His butt cheeks are generous and hairy; the crack is a forest of dark, kinky hair.  I kneel and begin to lick up and down his crack.  He groans.  He finds the mirror to the side and watches my every move.  I now have him panting as I lick around his hole.

Carlos sighs again and says “You can fuck.  I wash inside and out.”

“You want me bare?”

“Si!”

I have brought the coconut oil down, just in case.  I lube up.  I have to work a little to get his hole open, but soon it relaxes enough for me to truly tongue fuck him.  This drives him crazy.

Finally, I stand up and work my cock into him.  He wills himself to relax—I can feel the change—and I slip inside him.  I hold.

“Go ahead,” he pants.

I begin a slow fuck.  He groans.  His cock is drooling like crazy.  There is a lake of precum on the bench.  I wipe some up with my fingers and coat the shaft of my cock with it.  I fuck it into his very tight hole.

I pull out.  He’s spotless.  I add more lube and fuck him again.  This time when I pull out, he surprises me by saying “Let me taste!”  I take my wet cock to his mouth and he devours me.  He leaves lots of saliva all over me, so I use it for round three up his ass.

We move to the sling—something he’s never done.  He loves the mirror above him.  He watches me eat out his fucked hole.  He groans as he sees me stand up and work my hard cock into him.  He enjoys the bounce of the fuck that the new springs give the sling.

When I finally tire, I help him out.  He has some water from the pitcher on the filing cabinet as I lie down on the bed.  “I want you to clean my cock, but mostly, I want you to lick my balls.  He crawls between my splayed legs.  He licks my cock but then gets to work on my nuts.  He licks them all over…and under them.  He uses his beard—making me pant.  I instruct him in how I love a guy to tongue my cock ring.  He does just what I ask as I lazily jerk my cock.

“I want to fuck you once more.  Where would you like it?”

Carlos points to the bench.  He scrambles over and gets on all fours.  I stand up and coat my cock with more coconut oil.  I ease into him.  I begin a hard fuck.  He grunts with each thrust.

“Please, if you need to cum…I want it all over my face…”

I don’t know why—maybe it’s the novelty of the request—but it makes me speed up the fuck, knowing I can get off easily.  I thrust into him harder and harder.  Fuck, I can feel my balls tighten.  I pull out and take the three steps to his face.  He turns, mouth open—and I explode.  The first spurt lands on his tongue.  The next on his nose.  The rest coat his lips and beard.  He looks incredibly hot covered in my cum.

He swallows the load on his tongue.  His finger swipes though the jizz on his nose and bring it to his mouth.  He is all smiles.  I ask if he want to get off, but he shakes his head, intent on getting the jizz in his beard into his mouth…

Here is a link to our first meet:  Late Night Treat

"I've Got Something for You"

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

I knew that the second weekend of October, a prime playing time in my usual schedule, was filled with work.  I was horned--so I chanced going to the bookstore on a Thursday night.  I am so glad I did…

 

It feels very dark when I walk into the viewing area.  It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust.  There is a man working his phone sitting in my usual chair.  I sit on the long side wall where I can see both screens.  There is a hot man, just a few years younger than me, with a shaved head, near the gay screen.  He is kneading a big mound in his pants.  I look around the room and see there are three more men here.  No one is jerking.

I take out my dick.  This causes a man across the way to watch me, not the video.  I spread my legs and nod, hoping he might be a cocksucker, but he makes no move.

I stroke.

The door opens.  It is Cute College Kid.  He grins at me—and sits near the gay screen, across from the good-looking guy who kneads his pants a little harder.  CCK sits for a moment, then stows his phone under his chair.  This is quickly followed by his sweat shirt, pants and underwear.  He sits down again, bare assed but for an olive-green T-shirt.  He strokes himself to hardness—then nods to me.

I get up and go over, letting my hard cock swing.   He grabs my dick and begins to suck it while jacking himself.  His tongue is all over my shaft and dripping head.  He pulls off me and moans, “Suck me…”

I kneel and take his smaller cock into my mouth.  He is drooling precum like crazy.  I love how I can take him deep in my throat with no effort.  My tongue is soon very busy in his piss slit, scooping out every drop.

Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth, but holds me so I am very close.  He loves to jerk it—and thrust it back into my mouth just as he’s cumming.  And that is exactly what he does.  It is a huge young man’s load.  Sweet and creamy.  I clean him up thoroughly.  I rock back on my heels and smile at him.  He squeezes my shoulder. 

I look behind me and the good-looking guy has taken a fat, uncut cock out of his pants.  He has been stroking to our sex.  He nods to me, grudgingly.  I look back at Cute College Kid, expecting him to have his phone out.   Usually, after his first load, he’ll spend 20 minutes on the phone and be ready for load two.  Not tonight.  He looks me in the eye and scootches down in the seat.  He raises his legs, hooking his arms around his knees.

“Eat me…” he whispers.

Fuck, yes!  I get off my knees and actually sit on the floor.  I move his clothes to one side and stick my own legs under his chair.  Now I am at the right height to get as his winking hole.  There is just a smattering of hair around his pucker; a little more in the cleft.  I begin running my tongue up and down the length of his crevice.

He moans.

Soon, I am drilling into his hole.  He is groaning.  His cock has never gone down.  He jerks it as I begin a hard tongue fucking.

I hear sex behind me.  Someone has gotten up and is getting his dick sucked by the good-looking guy behind us.  But I am too busy to really notice.  I am now slobbering all over his slight gape—working as much saliva in as possible.  I really want to fuck him.

I feel someone come over.  The sex sounds behind me have stopped, so I assume the guy is bringing his dick over for CCK to suck.  I hear that very thing happening before I see it.  I finally take a break from rimming to see who it is…and it is The Voyeur.  Seeing his ebony cock in CCK’s mouth makes me start rimming the young man all over again.  Knowing CCK is taking that long, thin cock to its root as I eat him out, excites me all the more.  At some point, I take my hand off my cock, to make sure I don’t shoot.

Suddenly, I feel his hand on my shoulder.  I look up.  He whispers I should get up.  I do.  I stand to the other side of him.  Now he goes back and forth on our two cocks:  Thick, long and pink.  Thin, long and black.  Back and forth.

The Voyeur is working hard to get off, but it’s not quite happening.  He suddenly excuses himself and I hear the restroom door being shut.  Cute College Kid asks for a break.  I go and sit back down.  Soon, he gets up and, fully naked but for socks and the Tee, goes around the room to see who wants to play.  He settles down with a thick dicked Latino who has just come in.  Soon the Voyeur joins them.  The Latino is now the sucker, sampling the two dicks.

I glance to the gay screen.  The fat dicked handsome man beckons to me.  I go over.  He all but inhales me down to the root.  He has a great mouth.  I love to see how the stroke of his cock varies by what he is doing to me.  It slows when I go deep.  It speeds up as he’s all over the juicy head of my cock.  He doesn’t touch himself at all when he does my balls.

I want to return the favor, but he shakes his head.

Instead, CCK comes back to his chair.

“I’ve got something for you,” he stage whispers.  He sits down and spreads his legs.  I go to my knees in front of him.  The good-looking guy and the Voyeur (spent from the Latino’s mouth) crowd around to watch.

I take his cock in my mouth—deep.  He grabs the sides of my head and pulls me slightly off him.  He holds me in place and fucks up into my mouth, showing off for the other men. 

They jerk.

I let him buck up into my willing mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” CCK moans.

He lets go and I take him to the root.  He fires off his second load.  Every bit as big and as creamy.  The two spectators move away as I clean him up.  I’m gonna get every damn drop, if I’m not going to get his ass…

I let him go.  He’s dressed in a flash and out of there.  I look for the good-looking guy so I can drop my load.  But he’s gone.  As is the Voyeur.  Not that he’d help with that.  The Latino has seemingly packed up too while I was getting my throat fucked.

I am alone with one old man in the darkest corner.  And he’s asleep.

I wait for some time—but no one else arrives.

I go out.  I may not have gotten off, but it sure was a lot of fun…

Equipment Close-Up: The Leather Paddle

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