Late Night Treat

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

I had one last trip to the bookstore in September.  Saturday nights had proved to offer more and different choices.  I don’t often do back-to-back days, but I had dinner and took off…

 

I walk into the darkened room.  A woman is moaning loudly on the screen—and a man is moaning even louder as he shoots his load in the back corner.  I take a seat on the side.  There are 10 men here.  The guy who shot, a young guy I recognize as a regular, heads to the restroom, his dripping cock leaving a trail on the linoleum.   There is a second blowjob still in progress.  Every man in the room has his cock out.  There is at least one furtive hand job happening.  I take out my dick and wait to see who will want to suck it.

And I’m ignored.   The guy getting the blow job cums and leaves with the guy who sucked him.  Others put their dicks away once the live sex show is over and take off.  Another man has his phone chime, and he races to the door to answer it while simultaneously shoving his cock back in his pants.  Other men soon filter out. 

There are now three of us.  I have had both men in my mouth before.  The Minute Man is nodding to me.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take his small dick in my mouth as he huffs poppers.  He blasts out his weeks-worth of cum in 90 seconds.  I get up after cleaning him up.  He takes off as I sit near the other man.

“I did him first as he takes so little time.”

The bearded man smiles at me.  This guy I’ve had only once.  But I remember him.  He can’t get hard—until the moment he blows his load.  We both stroke a little side by side.  He reaches over and takes over on my cock.  He moans as his hand gently slides up and down on my dick.  I let him do it for a good five minutes.

“You want me to suck yours?”

He nods.  I think he’s glad we are the only two in the theatre. I spend a long time swirling my tongue around his semi hard dick.  I do his balls.  That hardens him up a little more, but the moment I go back to his shaft, it softens again.

But soon, he begins to groan.  “I’m gonna…oh, Sweet Mother of G…” he can’t finish the phrase before his cock hardens and he gives me his load.  He can’t stop shooting.  Minute Man’s load was large.  This one is enormous.  I get every drop—but he’s too tender for any kind of clean up.  He thanks me profusely and goes out the door.

I’m alone. 

After walking in on so many.

I stroke.

The door opens.  A Latin guy come in.  I know I’ve seen him before, but I can’t remember if we’ve done anything.  He sits around the corner near the gay screen. 

The door opens again.  An older guy comes in.  He goes for the young man.  I hear the blow job happening.  But when the older guy doesn’t get cum in two minutes, he stomps out of the room.

I stroke.

The Latin guy comes around the corner and sits near me.  His hand is groping himself under his pants. 

“Nice dick,” he whispers.

“Thanks.”

A moment.

“May I?”

I nod.  He goes to his knees.  He opens wide.

Holy fuck, his mouth is velvet.  And even better, you can tell he loves to suck cock for the pleasure of having a hard dick in his mouth—not just to get a load.  He spends five minutes on licking only my cock head and slit.  Just as long with some repeated deep throating.  Then he mixes it all up, making me sigh in pleasure.

“It takes me a long time to cum…” I tell him.

“Good.  I just love dick in my mouth…”  and he begins a new round of deep throating and choking himself on my girth.

He moves to my balls.  His tongue is great there, too.  He urges me to open my pants more so he can really lick under them.  I drop them to my ankles, and his thick tongue is all over my cock ring, tracing it with his wet tongue.  He licks down my perineum, stopping just above my tight pucker.  He works back up.  Up the taint, across my balls, licking up the shaft, cleaning my cock drool and finally ovaling his mouth to take me deep in his throat.

When he finally pauses and sits back down, I ask if I can return the favor.

He shakes his head. 

We watch the video.

Maybe five minutes later, he is back on his knees.  He does it all again.  My balls are working overtime—giving him plenty of precum to enjoy.  He slurps loudly on it—and I suddenly realize I am on the edge of shooting.

“Oh, fuck…”

His mouth is all over my cock head.  Without thinking I push him down onto my cock.  He moans—but takes every inch.  I begin to shoot.  Rope after rope of cum.  My cock engorges and he chokes—but he stays right there to get every drop…

*

Numbers were exchanged.  I’m sure he will come up in these pages again…

Just Too Big

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

It was Friday.  I found myself at loose ends at the end of the morning.  My dick told me what I wanted—so I ate a slightly early lunch and went to the bookstore.  The semi-full parking lot gave me hope…

 

I find my way to my regular chair.  There are four men stroking.   I take out my cock and get it hard as I look around the room.  Across the room is an early 50’s daddy I’ve sucked before.  A larger guy in the corner seat is trying to hide his less than average dick with his left hand, but is stroking like mad with his right.  To my left is a young guy with a beer can of a dick.  He is stroking hard, his head turning from one screen to the other and back again.  And next to me is the young man I met a few years ago—and gave him his very first orgasm in a man’s mouth.

He looks my way and nods.  His cock is not hard.  Seeing me, it begins to stiffen.

I would love to play with any of these men, but I opt for the guy next to me—though I know he will take forever to get him off.  I slip down to the floor and take the young man in my mouth.  His hair has gotten longer and rather shaggy.  I’d forgotten there’s a piercing in his eyebrow.  His T-shirt is branded with some indie band that means nothing to me.  He tends to sneer at the men in a place like this—but his cock is hardening as I lick his sweaty ball—and he’s all smiles for me.

The daddy leaves the moment I am on my knees.  Too bad.  I take the young man into my mouth.  He finishes hardening up as my tongue swirls around his cock.  He’s not big, maybe just over average.  But he’s hot—and he will spew a massive load after the long buildup.

I switch from the head of his cock to his entire shaft.  Then to his balls again with my left hand jerking him.  I keep moving all over his groin.  He is breathing harder now—but I know he’s not close. 

Cock head.

Shaft.

Balls and jerk.

Head.

Shaft.

And this time as I go to his balls, my wet left middle finger massages his tight pucker.  I don’t try to go inside, I just make all those nerve endings tingle.  (One time, when we were here totally alone, he let me lick his hole.  It’s never happened again.)

I keep working.  I know he’s closer, for as I return to his head, it’s dripping even more precum.

I also notice the boy with the beer can dick is now being serviced by the Latino who never cleans out.  As I move to some repeated deep throating, I hear Beer Can have a noisy orgasm.

My knees are beginning to scream at me.  But I keep going.

The guy in the corner has been more openly stroking to us, but without my guy getting off, he becomes bored.  He gets up and sits nearer the Latino.

I do another rotation on the young man’s crotch.  It’s been 15 minutes, easily.  And my knees are shot.  I sigh and sit back in my chair.

“Sorry…” I murmur.  It’s the first time I haven’t made him shoot.

“I can stand up and feed you,” he mutters.

He doesn’t wait for a confirmation from me.  He stands up and pushes his chair more into the corner and stands in the space between the two.  He is right at mouth level.  Perfect.  He lets me work on his drooling cock—and then he begins to face fuck me.  He stops after a what seems like a really long time—and let’s me work at my own speed again.

“I’m really close…” he mumbles.

He is.  I know the signs.  His cock is harder than ever.  His cock head has swollen.  And in moments, he is finally spurting his jizz onto my tongue.  As always, it’s a huge load.  He spurts and spurts.  I swallow rapidly.  He loves that I want it.  He finally shoots the last blast and sighs.  Contented.

He stands in place and lets me clean-up his cock without any squirming.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks and goes off to urinate, leaving me vaguely wishing he was rinsing the last of his semen out of my mouth with his piss…

I sit and stroke.  The only men left in the room are the Latino and the guy from the corner—and he leaves quickly.

The Latino and I have a long history.  When I first met him in the old two theatre set-up, I fucked him—and he was filthy.  I thought it was a one off and fucked him another time.  The same.  I talked to him about clean out—and he looked at me blankly.  I told him I would only fuck him with a condom, but he didn’t want that.  Nowadays, he doesn’t ask anymore, but occasionally begs me to suck his cock.

The Latino has been jerking, watching me suck my shaggy haired young man.  He comes over, he looks like he’s about to lose his load.  I take his girthy, uncut cock in my mouth.  He dribbles out his load.  He groans.  He pulls out and strokes out a massive amount of cum all over the floor.

What a waste.

I am alone in the room for about five minutes.

The door opens.  A fortyish white guy comes in wearing a John Deere hat.  He sits next to me.  He unbuttons his shorts and they are pushed around his ankles.  There is no underwear.  He gets his average sized dick hard and dripping with his right hand.  He reaches with his left and begins stroking me.  He does it so it feels good, not the death grip so many men use on my thick shaft.  He sighs.

“May I suck it?”

“Please.”  He leans over and takes me from the side.  I usually hate this position, but his mouth is big and roomy.  His tongue is all over me—and it tilts his ass into the air.  I reach around and begin playing with his tight pucker.  He groans.  He works harder on me—and I begin finger fucking his hole.  He groans around my cock—and works hard on it.

He is making me feel great, but I am nowhere near shooting.

“Do you want more than my finger in your hole?”

He pulls off me.  “You’re pretty thick.  But I’ll try.  You got a condom?”

I pull out a Magnum.  I lube up and suit up.  He bends, feet on the floor and holding onto the arms of the chair.  I press into his pucker.  I can’t get in.  I kneel and eat his ass, hoping to relax him.  I try again.  Nope.  The more I press in, the more he raises up off the chair, keeping me out.

It’s never gonna happen.  I swat his ass playfully and he turns around.  “Sorry—you are just too big.  I’ve never had one your size.”

I go wash up.  When I come out, a new man has arrived and my man in the tractor hat is sucking him.

Suddenly dinner sounds better. 

I take off…

Terry Is Full of Surprises

 My Playroom—September, 2026

I had given my number to a very talented cocksucker at the bookstore.  We had played a few of times over the years.  He’d hinted that he wanted to try anal with me, but not in public.  Once my dick was back to normal, we set up a time for him to come to the playroom.  I really didn’t know if he was a novice or whether he regularly took dick up his ass…

 

Terry shows up right on time.  He’s tall and rangy.  His snow-white hair is pulled back into a tiny ponytail.  I can only guess that he is my age—or a couple of years older.  I learn that he is married—and his wife knows he plays but hates the idea.  As we walk down the stairs, I ask about condoms and he makes a point to tell me he’s on PrEP as well as fully vaccinated for M Pox. 

His eyes light up as he walks into the playroom.  “Wonderful,” he sighs and begins to strip.  Once naked he sits on the bed.  I pull my cock out of my yellow jock as I stand in front of him.  He leans in and begins to suck.  He’s great.  His tongue is active—and everywhere.  He holds me by the balls, as if he thinks I’ll run away from him. 

He finally pulls off me.  “That’s the cock I remember,” he sighs.  Then he goes for my balls and, eventually, back to deep throating me.  He pulls off me again and sighs once more.  “Get this thing inside of me.”

I have him kneel on the flattened fuck bench.  I eat his hole for a long time.  It opens slightly, allowing me to go deeper yet.  I grease my dick with coconut oil as I eat him out.  He has found the mirror on the side wall and he is eagerly watching me rim him.  I stand up.  My cock pushes against his pucker and I slide in.  I don’t stop until my balls slap his ass.  He sighs as I hold a moment and then begin to fuck.  He feels great.  And in moments, his hole has really opened.  He has the feel of guy who likes big toys and fist.  I keep fucking, but I reach over and grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I pull out as I twirl it in the oil—and then into his ass.  I slide my cock back in along the metal shaft.  I fuck it deeper into his hole.  “I love that,” he groans.  I pull out and work the toy out of him.

Damn.  We take a break while he does another round of cleaning.  I lie on the bed and watch the porn.  He’s back fairly fast and nimbly gets in the sling.  This guy has way more experience than I thought.  I kneel and lick his freshly rinsed hole.  He’s now spotless.

And eager.

He takes my dick.  I can really pound him in the sling.  And I do.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I add the eggheaded dildo.  He likes the feel of it going in—and even more so when I add my cock for a double fuck.  It’s a great stretch.

I go back to the cleaned up Ballistic Butt Bomb and add my cock with that.  I pound the oval head deeper into him—and he stays wonderfully clean and juicy.

For a change of pace, I grab the Spades.  It is almost too small a toy for him now, but he sighs as each mini-butt plug pops in.  He takes three spades the first time.  Four on the second.  All five of them on the third.  He loves the pull out—making his hole expand and contract over each plug.

I get the Seahorse.  He takes all of it the first time, curve going down.  I reverse it and he takes all of it with the curve going up.  He’s a talker as I work his hole.  He tells me he had a recent weekend at a MAFA event, the Chicago fist group.  Part of me wishes I’d known this from the top—but it is actually a fun surprise—and a confirmation of what I was feeling when I fucked.  I keep reversing the Seahorse—and he can’t decide which way the curve feels better.  “Just love those bumps,” Terry murmurs.

To give his hole a break I move to the clear dildo with the black handle.  It’s a steady glide into him.  All the way, of course.  In and all the way out.  And all the way in again.

“I didn’t bring down the heavier duty lube,” I tell him, “As I didn’t know we’d be doing this.”

“You can likely get your fist in me with what you have.”

I am low on coconut oil at this point, but I have three bottles of Fuck Water, a silicone-based lube, from when they were sponsoring Fornication events.  I don’t use a lot of silicone lube, but today it comes in handy.  Literally.  I coat my left hand with it.  Two fingers.  Three. Four and I’m in.  His hole welcomes me easily—with little effort from either of us. 

I hold still.

I turn it slightly.

I pull out.

“YES!” he groans as his ass lips shut almost tight.

 I do it all again.

In and out. 

Terry sigh of relief and pleasure fill the room.

The next time I go into him, I do it standing.  I pull my hand out slightly and my erect cock slides down my wrist and rests on my palm inside his hole.  Terry groans.  He watched it all on the mirror above him.  I begin a slow fuck, my cock going across my palm and through my open fingers inside him.

“So hot…” he mumbles.

I pull out.  Cock first then hand.

“Do that again.  Please!”

I add some Fuck Water and work my hand inside him.  Then the cock.  I fuck him.

“That must make you shoot, doesn’t it?”

“I have never shot this way.  Though I’ve tried.”

He groans.  “I should tell you.  I really want your cum inside me.  I love the stretch.  But I want the load.”

Another surprise.  But a good one.

I go back to the clear dildo to give his hole a rest.

Soon, I re-grease my hand and cock. 

The left goes inside him smoothly.  I add my cock.  He groans.  He plays a little with his limp dick as I fuck once more across my palm and through my fingers.  It always feels good, but right now it feels terrific.  I feel my breath change.

So does Terry.  “Give it to me.”

I pick up the speed of my fuck.  I tighten down my fingers making me rub more on my invading dick.  It works.  I’m panting now.  I’m going to blow my load on my hand deep inside his hole.

“FUCK!”

I’m there.  I stop thrusting and just let my cock spurt and spurt.

Terry moans.

I slowly pull my spent dick out.  “I’m going to push my load deeper,” I tell him.  And my fist pushes my fresh cum into his second hole…

*

We were done as soon as I pulled my fist out.  He loved it.  And I couldn’t believe that I’d finally shot using my hand so deep in his hole.  Almost 50 years of having sex—and I just did something new…

Get Tested!

 At Home—September, 2026

 

It was time for my quarterly testing.  My county’s Health Department and I have a long history.  They love that I am proactive and want to keep my partners safe.  As I crawled into bed, I made a mental note to make an appointment the next day.

I pissed, as usual, in the middle of the night.  And fuck!  It was really painful.  But there was no discharge.  I made an appointment the moment the clinic opened.  After several more painful pissings, I was sure that it was a true UTI and not one of the ubiquitous STIs.  The testing proved me right—I was negative for the entire panel of HIV and STIs. 

The Health Department sent me to a walk-in clinic connected to a hospital.  They confirmed that it was a UTI and would test it for best treatment.  They gave me an interim prescription that helped, but was not doing the job.  In two days, they had examined the specimen I’d given—and a new prescription was sent.  It knocked it out of me in short order.

I had to cancel three play sessions, but to a person, they were thrilled I was honest about what was up and they rescheduled.

And now the public service announcement.  If you play—get tested on a regular basis.  Know that some STIs can have no symptoms.  I love the public health department—where there is zero attitude and I have built a great rapport with the staff.  My GP is also glad I take care of it that way—and he gets the reports for my file.  There are even options to do your testing through the mail.  Just get it done.

Please, let’s take care of each other!

End of my public service rant…

 

Near Home—September, 2026

 

Once I had finished the second set of antibiotics, I went to the bookstore.  It was a small crowd and no one wanted to suck my dick.  I sucked one man who had trouble staying hard—and got a load down my throat from a man I recognized.

Not exactly a triumphant return to playing.  But that was soon to come…

Two Couples

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

On the first Friday of the month, I had a night off from my work gig.  I was horned.  (I know, what a surprise!)  I thought about heading farther away, but my car was still not in great shape, so I stayed closer to home.  I got to the local bookstore right around 7pm…

 

There are three men sitting around the room.  One of them in the biker I recently saw here who shot on the floor while I was playing with another guy, but who let me lick the last drop off his cock head.  He is jerking his small dick, but the other two are just watching the screens.  One of the watchers is sitting in my normal chair, so I sit along the side wall where I can turn back and forth to see both large-screen televisions.  I pull out my cock and stroke it.  The biker keeps glancing at it. 

We stroke. 

The door opens and two men come in.  It is the man I’ve played with off and on for all the years I’ve been coming here and his new partner.  They sit near me.  We nod to each other.  The guy I know better, stands up and strips down to just socks.  He strokes himself to erection very quickly.  His partner kneads his own crotch, while looking at his lover with pride.

With a slight hand gesture, the naked one offers me his cock.  I get up and kneel before him.  He’s nice and hard tonight—no poppers in sight.  I begin to slurp on his cock.  His partner makes little moaning noises of pleasure as he watches me suck his man.  The biker likes the live porn, too.

I am really enjoying sucking him tonight.  He’s hard and wet, with lots of precum.  I finally switch up and lick his balls as my left hand strokes his cock.  He sighs—and digs out his poppers from the pants thrown over the arm of the chair.  He huffs and in less than a minute his cock wilts.  As the vapors wane, he stiffens back up slightly.  He huffs again—and he’s not hard ever again.  I stick with him another few moments, but then get up and sit back down.

I half expect his partner to do me, but I’m wrong.  The naked one gets on his knees and sucks me for a bit.  With no padding on his knees, he doesn’t last long.  He gives up and goes to sit near his partner.  The next time I look in their direction the partner is giving him head.

I turn to the biker.   I ask if he’d like a mouth on his cock.  He seems to consider it, but then refuses.  “I’m waiting for someone,” he tells me.

The two of us continue to stroke as my friend is treated to a noisy blowjob.

(The rest of this entry is straight sex.)

The door opens and a straight couple comes in.  They sit in the dark corner.  The man in my usual chair is nearest to them.  He panics and leaves the room.  The couple watch the straight video.  Soon his hand is under her short skirt and she is squirming.  The biker strokes harder.  Is this what he was waiting for?  He gets up and goes over, showing her his dick.  She smiles but just continues being manually pleasured by her husband/boyfriend.

I look at them a little more closely.  They are both somewhere between 35 and 45.  He is a beefy guy, maybe Italian.  She is big breasted and lithe.  As I watch, she stands up and removes her top and steps out of her skirt.  She sits back down in just her wet panties.

The sight of them makes the biker shoot all over the floor.  He leaves.  The guy continues rubbing his hand around her clit—making her squirm.  She focuses on me.  She gives me the nod.  I walk over and sit next to her.  Her man stops his stroking of her.  She looks at me and whispers.  “Would you like to play with my tits?”

Using my recently acquired swinger’s protocol, I look at the guy.  “May I?”  He nods.  I smile and reach for the closest one.  I work the nipple and she squirms and sighs.  I work one and then the other.  Her own hand occasionally brushes over her clitoral mound.

After a few minutes, she stops me.  She stands up and steps out of the soaked panties.  She sits back down.  Her fingers touch my cock for a moment, before she takes my right hand and places it back on her breast.  She moans lightly as I begin to work her aroused nipples.

“May I use my mouth?” I ask, including both of them in my look.

He nods and she breathes out “Please…”

My busy tongue gets to work.  I always have my hand on the other breast that is not in my mouth.  She is moaning and touching herself as my tongue works over her.  Back and forth.  Occasionally my teeth lightly hold onto her erected nipple. This makes her pant.

She finds my erect cock again and hefts it for a moment.  But she does not do anything else with it.  I keep licking and sucking.

“Please…don’t you want to lick my pussy…”

I glance at the man.  He is more than fine with it; he is kneading an erection through his pants.  I go to the floor.  She spreads her legs.  I lick up the juices, then work up to her clit.  I use my left hand to spread her protective mound of flesh, fully exposing it.  I lean in and begin licking.  She squirms and begins panting.  For the next fifteen minutes I go back and forth from licking her wet pussy to licking and sucking on her clit.  I get her off at least twice.

A hot young man comes in and sits down near the couple.  I recognize him as one of the guys I got off on the night I had five or six men in a very short time frame.  He pulls out his dick and strokes to us.

My left hand comes up.  As I keep licking her clit, two fingers squirm into her wet pussy.  She gasps and nods in encouragement.  I finger fuck her pussy while my mouth is still plastered on her clit.  I get her off again.

My little finger, feeling left out, brushes against her ass.  She moans out a “Yes!”  With all the juices leaking out of her, there is no trouble worming it into her ass. 

She moans.  Her man finally touches her tits.  And she gets off yet again.  She is a wet mess—and grateful. 

I stand up and sit back down. My beard is sopping wet.  She dresses with his assistance—and they go home.

The gay couple comes over and they work on the young man, getting him off.

I don’t join them. 

I’ve just done something really different for me…and loved it. 

I go home very happy…

A Little Help From My Friend

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

September was going to be a very busy month as I’d picked up a work project.  I wanted to get some play in before my commitment got even more time consuming.  I went to the local bookstore on the first Thursday afternoon of the month.

 

I walk into the darkened room.  Six or seven guys are here—and I recognize only two of them.  I sit down in my usual chair.  Men are kneading their crotches, but no one has freed their cock.  I help that along by taking mine out and stroking it to hardness.  The moment the hottest guy sees it, he takes his out, too.

I really like the look of him.  He is likely in his early 50’s, with a shaved head and still has the athletic body of his youth.  His dick is short but thick—a true beercan—and I like that he seems to be intrigued by the action on both screens in the theatre.  I nod to him, but he just looks at me.

The Voyeur comes in.  He sits a few seats away from me.  We greet each other as he gets his dick out, too.

We all stroke.  An older man keeps looking at me.  He gets up and comes over.  “Can I suck that thing?”

“Sure.”

He goes carefully to his knees.  Just before his mouth connects with me, he looks up and asks:  “You been fuckin’ anyone?”   As he’s watched my every move since my arrival, it’s rather an odd question.

“No, not today.”

He grunts and begins to suck.  He’s not bad, but he keeps spitting out the excess spit, making a pool by boots.  Shaved Head is intrigued with the actual sex now happening in the room.  He spreads his legs in open invitation.  An older man gets up and sits next to him.  It takes him a moment, but eventually he reaches out and touches Shaved Head’s big ball sack.  The guy doesn’t do anything else.

My man has hacked and spit for the final time.  He struggles to his feet.  He sits back down in his chair.  He looks satisfied.  I turn my attention to Shaved Head.  I nod to him again—and once more he looks at me but makes no response.  The guy stops fondling his balls.  Shaved Head looks at him, obviously wanting more but seems unable to express it.  After a minute, he gets up and moves to vacant chair by the gay screen behind me.

I turn around and watch him for a moment. Another older man reaches out and this time the guy jerks him rather timidly.  The Voyeur gets up and moves where he can see the limited action.  He stands very close to Shaved Head’s chair. 

I watch the video in front of me, then check back behind me.  Shaved Head is looking bored with the timid hand job.  The Voyeur catches my eye and smiles.  He leans in to Shaved Head’s ear and whispers something.  SH looks at him and gets up.  They both come towards me.

“If you want a blow job, he has a great mouth,” I hear the Voyeur whisper rather loudly.

Shaved Head stands in front of me, presenting his hard cock to me without a word.  I slip to my knees and begin to suck.  “Fuckkkk…” Shaved Head croons.

“I told you,” The Voyeur stage whispers.

I love how his cock is juicing.  To help it along, I pull off his thick dick and jerk it as I begin licking his balls.  He groans again.  The Voyeur strokes faster.

I go back to his cock.  He’s awash with precum.  I hungrily lick it up.

“You swallow?”  Shaved Head’s breath is rather raspy now.  I nod, never leaving his dick.

“He loves cum,” The Voyeur tells him.  “Feed it all to him.”

I am working hard.  I hear another blow job happening, but out of my sight.

Shaved Head is very close.  He reaches down and grabs the back of my head, holding me down on his cock.  He lets out a roar that fills the room.  He begins spurting across my tongue and right down my throat.  At least six jets of cum, maybe more.  I hold his balls so he can’t pull out of my mouth.  The moment I get the last dribble on my tongue, I begin cleaning every inch of his cock as he twists in exquisite agony. 

His tongue bath done, I let him go.  He pulls me up and gives me a big bear hug—and takes off.

A man cums loudly around the corner.  This young man walks past The Voyeur and I on his way to the rest room, his long thin (and wet) cock swinging in the breeze.  I thank The Voyeur. 

“He had no clue you were trying to get him,” he grins.  “I just told him.”

We sit down next to each other.  “You really wanted his load,” he whispers.  “Your hunger made me drip.”

“Still got a load?”

He nods and I kneel between his legs.   I am more than happy to suck him.  After all, if nothing else, I want him to keep sending men my way.  I work along time.  The other men filter out of the room as I keep sucking.

Once we’re alone, I stop.  “As a thank you, I think I need to eat your ass…”

His eyes light up.  He drops his pants and kneels on the chair.  I dig my tongue into his generous butt cheeks and keep licking away as he strokes his dick…

Equipment Close-Up: The Egg-Headed Dildo

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Egg-Headed Dildo

 

As I was looking through my posts about the equipment I use in the playroom, I saw that I had written up all the recent toys given to me by fuckbuds, but a number of the toys I have had for years have never gotten a post devoted to them.  I will start to rectify that with one of the workhorses of the playroom:  the Egg-Headed Dildo.

I can’t even remember when I bought this toy, but it was very early on and likely before I started writing the blog in 2011.  I was playing then, as now, with a number of men who were into fisting.  I wanted a toy that would match me in size so that I could double fuck the guy’s ass with ease, tightening his stretched hole back down.  This toy looked perfect for that.

I know I bought it at Fort Troff.  They haven’t sold it now for years.

It is just under eight inches long with an insertable length of seven inches.  The circumference is six and half inches on the widest part of the egg-head.  It is a stretch most men can take—even my non-fisting buds.

The much thinner shaft of the toy is ribbed.  I have seen those ribs give bottoms so much pleasure.  For the guy who just loves dick, it’s a good break from mine.  Usually, my cock opens them up, then the toy goes in and then back to me.

With my fisting guys, I still open them up with my dick.  When they have relaxed, I go for this toy.  It slides in easily.  I push the base down and add my cock.  I love the feel of the ribs on the underside of my shaft.  My cock head slams into the slightly thicker head of this toy on each stroke.  The man’s hole is back to feeling as tight as when we started.

Occasionally, I pull the toy up and get my dick in under the toy.  I don’t find it as comfortable, but Jake, for one, loves it.  When it’s this way around the base of the toy is in my pubes—so the toy is fucked deeper into him with each stroke.

It washes up easily—and has taken countless baths in boiling water…

I have always loved this toy.  Simple, but providing so much pleasure for both the top and the bottom.