Kane's Hairy Ass Makes Me Proud

 Near Home—January, 2026

When you are out cruising, sometimes you can bump into the right people and everything is amazing.  Sometimes it is just one (or two) to make for a good time.  But there are times when it is absolutely awful. 

Thursday afternoon has been a good day for me at my local bookstore.  I often bumped into Cute College Boy on that day. But on the second Thursday of January, there was no one there with who I wanted to play—and no one who wanted to play with me.

There was a decent looking guy jerking when I arrived.  He stopped moments later and fell asleep.  There was an older man who had on a children’s diaper—and he was showing it off proudly.  A super hot Black guy came in, took one look at us and left.  The last man in the room was also jerking, but I knew that he was a ‘don’t touch me’ guy.

I stayed maybe 30 minutes and it never got better.  Home I went.

 

Lansing—January, 2026

But for my Saturday night, just two days later, everything was right.  Kane, the hairy young man I met at the house party orgy some time back, wanted to go the big Lansing playspace.  I loved that idea, especially when he told me he was in the mood to be whored out again.  We agreed on a time and I arrived at the venue a little early.  Men were milling around and little play was happening.  Kane arrived—and we changed that…

 

I take Kane back near the sling and fuckbench.  I sit on the couch in front of the gloryhole booths and open my fly.  Probably 20 guys are now watching Kane go down on my hard cock.  There are two chairs near the couch, each has a man openly masturbating to us.  Kane stops for just a second so he can open his own fly.  His thick, curved cock springs out and he fists it as he continues to suck me.

One of the guys in the chairs is a thick bear of a man—not remotely sloppy, but big—ex-football type.  He makes eye contact with me.  I nod and pat the sofa seat to the left of me.  He comes over, pushes his jeans to his ankles and strokes.  It’s not a big cock—but I love the contrast as I nudge Kane over to service the guy.  He grins up at me before he crawls over and swallows down the guy’s dick.  I watch for a moment, then get behind Kane and pull his pants off his ass.  I hunker down and begin licking his hairy crack as he sucks the stranger.

“Tell me I can fuck him,” groans the bear.  I come up and nod.  The three of us go to the fuck bench.  It is inside a cage.  You can close the cage door for privacy, but I leave it wide open.  Kane is on the very hard bench, his fabulous ass on display.  Guys stand on the outside of the cage and ogle him.  Half the guys are stroking.  I hand my lube to the bear and he greases up and slide in.

“Holy fuck!” he groans. 

He begins pounding into Kane.  He won’t last long at this rate.  In moments he is howling out his orgasm.  He stays inside Kane to marinate for a moment, then pulls out.  He sees me on my knees and watches and as I taste his load leaking from Kane’s ass.

Load One.

We move to the much more comfortable sling.  I fuck Kane, using the Bear’s cum for lube.  I can’t help but groan.

There is a white guy in his fifties, jerking to us.  He comes into the cage.  I ask if he wants to go next.  He wants to suck Kane’s hard, dripping dick.  We let him for a moment.  Then he steps back and jerks to the next fuck.

A real boy-next-door guy asks if he can take a turn.  He’s white, late 30’s and hot.  I pull out and he slides right in.  I watch the look of sheer joy on his face.  He fucks a couple of strokes and pulls out.  “Don’t want to shoot yet—but I will.”

I go back up Kane, fucking him.  Slow and deliberate.  The stroker moves in and uses Kane’s poppers without asking.  He suddenly shoots all over Kane’s chest.  I mop it up with my fingers and coat my cock with copious load.  I fuck the seed into him.  (The spectators are abuzz with that move.)  I fuck.  And pull out and lick his ass clean of stray cum.

Load Two.

Boy-next-door is back.  He fucks a few strokes and once again pulls out, right on the edge of shooting.  He disappears.  I fuck Kane once more.

The bear who started it all is watching us.  He tells a tall guy he needs to fuck Kane.  I hear it and nod to him.  He makes towards the cage door, but Boy-Next-Door is back.  He sinks into Kane’s wet ass with a sigh.

“Give it to me, man,” Kane mumbles.  The slight encouragement sends BND over the edge.  He delivers a massive load into Kane.  He even allows me to clean his cock as he pulls out.  I clean up Kane’s swelling ass lips.  That’s when I sense how much seed is in the young man.

Load Three.

The tall, built guy comes into the cage.  I stand up.  “I want to see your cock go into him first,” Tall Guy murmurs.  I am happy to oblige.  I tell him Kane’s hole is incredibly creamy.  He finally taps me on the shoulder, ready to feel it for himself.  He glides in.  It’s the biggest dick of the night—that isn’t mine—and Kane’s eyes get big.

“You weren’t kidding,” the new fucker gasps. “So fuckin’ wet.”

He fucks a few more strokes.  Kane bears down, squeezing the big dick railing him.  He makes the guy give him load number four.  Tall and Built understands my need to clean his cock.  He lets me.  I am so turned-on, I stand up and thrust into Kane.

I fuck him hard.  Kane stops touching his dick.  I keep fucking—and in another few moments he has a hand free orgasm.  All over that hot, hairy chest.  I bend to lick it up, with my dick still inside him.

Kane asks for a break.

He cleans up a little.   We wander.

“I think I can still take your load,” he tells me.  He doesn’t want it so public.  We try fucking in a GH booth, but it’s awkward.

“Let’s go back to the sling, but I’ll close the door so no one else can come in.”

That works.  We have a few voyeurs, but we tune them out.  I eat his hole for a long time.  I get a trickle of cum into my mouth every time I stick it into him.

I stand up.  I’m ready.  It’s a short fuck.  He actually makes squishy sounds as I rail him.  His erection has returned and he jerks himself.

“Please breed me…”

Magic words.  I shoot and give him his last load of the night…

*

There is a slight addendum.  Kane was gone, with a long drive home.  I needed to let my head clear before I took off.  I sat in the comfortable chair in the black out room.  A guy came in.  He had a great dick.  I could just make it out with the light from the door behind him.

“I saw you guys,” he whispered.  He must have been sitting in the main lobby when I walked into the room, as he certainly couldn’t see me now.  My mouth was all over this guy’s dick.  “I don’t fuck guys—but he was damn hot.”

I tried to grunt some sort of affirmative.  But he went right on.  “Here’s the load I would have given him…”

And the ‘straight’ guy began shooting buckets of jizz into my mouth…

Wonderous Beard Visits the Playroom

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

Remember the man with the wonderous beard—the guy who gave me excellent head at the bookstore and left his number on my windshield?    I made contact with him that night.  It took a little work as the last digit was rather scrawled and it could have been a 1, 2 or 7.  I hit on the right one (eventually) and he was excited I had followed through.  He told me he lived in northern Michigan, but really wanted to make the long drive to the playroom so he could feel my cock in both his holes.  I didn’t try to dissuade him.  I wanted a re-match myself.

Mark made the trip on the first Wednesday of the new year.  I set things up in the shower for him as I knew his drive was long enough that he’d want to refresh his clean out.  He arrived, spent some quality time in the shower and was soon ready to go downstairs.  I showed him the way, having given him the extra bathrobe I keep for visitors.  I laid down on the bed.  He tossed the robe on the chair and crawled between my spread legs...

 

His beard is all over my thighs as he licks my balls.  Then it is caressing my nuts as he takes my shaft into his mouth.  There are certain men who just seem born to suck dick—and Mark is one of them.  He knows all the tricks to make my dick throb and drool. 

Now he’s fully aware of the huge mirror that runs the length of the bed, just like a bathhouse.  He watches himself take every inch of my cock.  He groans as he hits the base, sending shivers through me.  He inches off me—and gasps for air.

He does it all again.

And again.

Now he swings his lower body around towards my head.  I think for a moment he wants to 69.  Nope, he stops with his hips near my shoulder.  He is adjusting the angle for an even deep descent on my wet dick.  I moan as he bottoms out on me.  I am so firmly encased in his throat muscles.  He makes himself swallow. I feel the ripple down the length of my cock.  Damn!  He comes up for air.  Panting.

“Will you throat fuck me?”

I get up and he hangs his head over the edge of the bed.  I do a slight squat and begin fucking his face.  I give him three or five strokes and pull all the way out to let him get some air.  Again.  And once more.  I thrust deep and hold until he chokes on my cock and I pull out the long strands of deep throat spittle.  I wrap them around my cock and fuck his face as deeply as I can.

I tell him to get on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  It’s time to give my mouth a workout.  I try to give him just as much pleasure as he gave me as I lick his ass crack and tongue fuck his hole.  Soon enough, I stand up and slide into the loosened pucker I’ve been eating.  He gasps—and takes me easily.  I am completely buried in his ass.

“You feel soooo good,” he croons.

I hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  All the way in.  All the way out.  Over and over.

I point out the mirror on the side wall.  He can’t stop looking at himself getting fucked.  I pick up the pace and begin to truly plow into him.  Hard and fast. 

I pull out and bring him my glistening cock.  He loves the taste of his hole mixed with the coconut oil for lube.  He cleans every inch of me.  And the sweat from my balls.  I fuck him again.  Slowly.  Then fast.  Now slow again.  I pull out and slap my cock on his swollen ass lips.  He groans.  I sigh.  I sink back into his hole and fuck him hard.  Now some more ATM.  This time after he licks my balls, I pull them up so he can lick under them—telling him to clean my cock ring.  His tongue feels fantastic.

We move to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole for a long time.  He is a good self- luber—and delicious.  I stand and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  He loves watching himself be ravished.  I build the fuck, making the sling really rock.  Then I stand still and push and pull the sling (and his ass) onto my shaft.  When I stop, I make him taste our juices once again.

We take a short break on the bed, talking about this and that.

Soon, he asks for me to sit on the bench.  With his back to me, he sits on my cock, keeping his feet on the floor.  He pounds himself down on me.  Over and over, babbling about how good it feels.

“If you keep this up, I’ll shoot.”

“Do it…”

“I really want to see your face when I cum.”

He grins and reluctantly gets off me.  He jumps in the sling, getting his ankles expertly into the stirrups before I can help.  I eat his hole briefly and my balls tell me I really can breed this man anytime.

“You want it?”

“Fill me up!”  He grabs his own cock for the first time.  It semi-erects as he jerks it.

I’m there.  I groan out my orgasm, grabbing the top pipes of the sling frame and hang on.  I can feel my cock give him at least four blasts of cum.  I stay right there.  His cock is now rock hard.  He jerks it—and splatters his cum all over his chest and pubes.  I lean down and lick up a puddle.  I slowly pull out and, with his cum still in my mouth, tongue his hole.  Mixing our two loads inside him…

*

Our first encounter for those who missed it:  Bookstore Saturday:  The Man with the Wonderous Beard

History: Jimmy

 Well, here we are with the next step in my personal sex history.  I’d met Rob and all but moved into his apartment for the last bit of my junior year.  Now we were being separated as we both went in different directions for summer work in 1978.

 

I didn’t have long at the family house before I was put on a plane and flown to Texas for my first professional theatre job.  I was picked up at the airport by a friend of a friend (who’d helped me get hired) and driven to the tiny town where I would be doing summer stock.  The theatre was built in the 1880’s.  I loved the feel of history in the place.  My accommodations were not as nice.  It was an old, cramped hospital/clinic with sleeping quarters and a grimy communal kitchen, with cockroaches the size of my foot. Everybody had a roommate—except for one enterprising young man who found and cleaned out a broom closet so he didn’t have to share.   

The first night I had the room to myself as my roommate wasn’t due until the next day.  Jimmy arrived, just before the first company meeting, like a hurricane.  He was from Dallas and had the largest convertible I had ever seen.  It was packed with far too many suitcases and his drum kit—for he was the percussionist for the four shows.  I was drafted to help him unpack.  

I did.  He was affable, with a Texas drawl that at times was so thick I had to ask him to repeat what he’d just said.  Jimmy was just under six feet, with shaggy reddish blond hair and a handsome face.  Likely late 20’s, but he seemed older, with me being a very young 21.  My gaydar started blaring by the second suitcase.  I was sure he was queer…

I settled quite quickly into the routine there.  We were doing four musicals over the long summer.  We built sets in the morning (in a Quonset hut under the baking Texas skies) and rehearsed in the afternoon and evening.  Jimmy had a freer schedule.  And he had that car—so we could go farther afield to an actual supermarket for food.

Jimmy waited until the first show opened before he propositioned me.  I was more than ready.  (The shower here was so tiny, you didn’t want to jerk off in it as you might touch the moldy shower curtain.)  He had a cock that was just a little smaller than mine.  Bigger than anyone I had played with in my early years.  He was after all, only the fifth man in my life list. 

We sixty-nined on my bed.  He pulled off my cock, panting and asked if he could fuck me.  I told him I didn’t really care for it.  But then he began eating my ass.  I gave in.  Christ!  My first big dick—and it hurt.  He finished quickly and we realized that I’d actually bled on his cock.  He toweled me off and told me to straddle his chest and jerk off.  I did.  Shooting all over his face.

The pattern was set.  Almost every night I took his dick.  Bled. And shot on his face and chest.  Two thirds of the way through the summer, I finally had the balls to ask if we could just do some oral.

“It’s not sex if you don’t fuck,’ was his answer.

I told him I really got no pleasure when he fucked me.

“Then you’d better fuck me.”

I wasn’t sure this was the option I was after.  I’d barely fucked anyone.  But I found fucking ass so much better with Jimmy.  And I loved cumming inside him.  And he didn’t seem to care whether he was top or bottom—as long as fucking happened.  I did love his cum shot on me after I’d shot inside him.

Our switching of roles was the talk of the men’s dressing room the next day.  The conversation had been heard by a pair of queens in the next room through the paper-thin walls.  They recounted it, word for word, as I grew redder and redder.  When I told Jimmy after the show, he shrugged and said: “So?”  It took me a few more years to be able to adapt his nonchalance.

My parents drove to Texas to see the middle two shows.  They arrived to see the final performance of one and the first performance of the next one.  I was not doing anything notable in either production, but my mother was thrilled to see the theatre—and me in my first professional gig.  They met Jimmy, and he put on his best southern charm.  My mother was seduced—and I think my dad knew just what was happening.

When the fourth and last show opened—we had our days free.  Jimmy took me all over Dallas and Fort Worth.   I hated my first roller coaster at Six Flags, but loved the Kimbell Art Museum.  Jimmy was a drinker—and on each trip he would stockpile his bourbon, as you couldn’t buy it out where we were living.

All during this time, I was getting long letters from Rob.  He detailed his summer—where he was doing very similar things.  I wrote back telling him about our productions and I told him about Jimmy.  He’d had one brief oral session with a cast mate, but nothing like the prolonged summer of sex I was experiencing.  In one of the last letters of August, he brought up our living together come fall.  I said ‘yes’ without a second thought.

As the end approached, Jimmy wanted more.  He used the word ‘boyfriend.’  I had told him about Rob.  And Jimmy knew I had to complete my senior year, back in Michigan, but he was sure we could keep whatever it was we had alive. 

During the final few days, I finally told him I couldn’t promise him anything as I didn’t know what would happen when Rob and I actually lived together.   Jimmy sighed and said he’d wait.

He drove me to the airport.  We almost missed the flight—I’d never run for a plane before.  He breathlessly admitted he did it on purpose so he wouldn’t have time to say goodbye.  On the plane I opened a letter he’d given me.  Three pages of spilling out all the things he couldn’t bring himself to say to me in person.

I liked the guy—though his drinking scared me.

But I knew I had so much more in common with Rob. 

We were now above the clouds and headed north. 

I realized I couldn’t wait to see Rob again.  

A good sign. 

Wasn’t it?

Whoring Out Don's Hot Ass

 Northern Indiana—January, 2026

I met Don in 2015 at a dirty bookstore that is no longer in existence.  I sucked his bigger than average cock and he sucked mine.  Eventually I fucked him there, too.  At the time, Don had a very well-hung partner.  The three of us had some great adventures which you can find on here by hitting the ‘Don (& Reid)’ label.

I had not seen him since 2021, but Don and I text occasionally.  He told me that during Covid, he’d moved out of the house he shared with Reid.  He said he’d been topping more.  But he missed my dick in his ass.  We both wanted to meet up and fix that.

We decided to go to a bookstore in Indiana where we had had a couple of memorable times.  It is the store that has a theatre space on one side of the store and booths with glory holes on the other.   We set the date for our reunion for the first Saturday of the new year…

 

I am sitting on one of the two built in benches in the theatre.  (I had walked around the whole building, but I had not found Don.)  Three other men are standing and jerking or groping themselves to the straight orgy that is happening on the screen.  One man, a groper, finally comes over and sits beside me.  He grabs my cock.  Tight.  He squeezes my dick even harder.  I squirm away from him with a “That hurts!”  It sounds very loud in this small space.  Not a good beginning.  I stand up and go out into the hall.  I make another tour of the place, then go back into the theatre, but stand against the side wall.  I take my cock out again and stroke.

Almost instantly, Don comes through the curtains, sees me and stands to my side.  He is as handsome as ever, with his blond hair now cut a little shorter. In moments he is on his knees and giving me expert head.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  I see one man unzip and take out his cock as his eyes go from the screen to the live porn happening in front of him.

I grab Don’s ears and fuck his face for a bit.  He takes me easily, not even the hint of a gag.  Now I let him go back to doing whatever he wants.  A very hot young man comes in.  He takes out a long, thin dick and jerks it.  I nod to him, hoping he’ll come over and we can share Don’s mouth, but he stays right by the entrance door.

Don stands.  “I need to lose these.”  He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants.  There is a folding chair to my left where he can store his clothes.  His shoes go under it.  He is now naked but for a T-shirt and socks.  He sees the young guy at the doorway.  “He’s why you couldn’t find me when you arrived,” he whispers in my ear.  “I was fucking him in a booth.  I smile and Don grins.

He kneels on the built in bench.  I go to me knees and begin eating his thick ass.  This causes another zipper to be opened.  One of the guys watching steps forward.  I sense it and look up.  He in his mid-40’s, with a small cock, just starting to get hard.  I point to Don’s mouth.  “Use it,” I mutter and go back to licking his hole.  The guy gives Don his cock to suck. I rim for a moment longer, then stand up and slide in.  Damn.  He has a great hole.  I fuck.  The bench is slightly high—I have to stand on my toes to get the right angle, but I don’t care.

There’s a new man in Don’s mouth.  He’s older than I am and has a great dick.  Eventually, I learn it’s uncut, though I can’t tell at the moment.  I pick up the pace of my fucking.  The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room.

Another man comes in.  It is my friend from this area, Ryan, who used to write his own sex blog.  He stands to the side, unzips and gets himself hard.  When I finally pull out of Don’s ass, Ryan goes in.  The older guy comes out of his mouth, so I give Don my cock to clean.  He loves the taste of his ass juices.  Mr. Uncut stands to the side and jerks as he watches Don be used.

Ryan pulls out.  I gesture for him to come feed it to Don.  I move to the side.  Mr. Uncut looks at me.  “May I fuck him?” 

“Of course.”

The guy slides in and Don moans around Ryan’s cock in his mouth.

In the first fifteen minutes of our time together, Don has had four cocks in his mouth and three in his ass.  I urge Small Dick to take a turn up his butt, but he is happy with just Don’s mouth. 

We all rotate fucking Don’s ass again.  I am first, then Ryan and Mr. Uncut.  I urge the young guy Don had fucked to join us, but he would rather watch.  As Mr. Uncut pulls out, Don calls a break.  The bench is killing his knees.  We all wander off, knowing there will be more to come.

I find myself in a glory hole booth.  I drop the tokens and settle back to watch the grimy screen.  Instead, I watch a cock come through the hole.  It’s semi soft, with a lot of foreskin.  I am sure it’s the older guy who fucked Don.  I go to my knees and get him hard in my mouth.  He tastes delicious, his cock fresh from Don’s hot ass.  He moans as I dig between the extra skin and his cock head.  He hardens right up and I suck him for some time.  But it makes me want to fuck Don again—so when my tokens run out, I go in search of him.

I sit and stroke in the deserted theatre.  Slowly men trickle back in.  Ryan is first.  We chat briefly.  Don arrives.  He grabs a couple of folding chairs and places them side by side.  They will be lower than the bench and easier for shorter men.  Don strips down again.  Ryan takes Don’s mouth as I eat his ass.  Don pulls off Ryan and says: “There’s a load in there from a tall Latino.”  I dig in and am rewarded with a trickle of cum.  I lap it up.  My cock grows even harder.  I stand up and slide in using this other guy’s cum as my only lube.  The moment I bottom out, a tall Latin guy comes in the room.  He smirks as he sees what I’m doing.  It has to be the guy.  I fuck Don.  Hard and fast. 

Ryan and I trade holes.  Tall Latino takes his dick out.  He’s still hard.  A tall, tatted guy sucks the Latino right at Don’s side.  Mr. Uncut arrives and Ryan gives way for him to fuck Don once more.  I clean Ryan’s cock of the Latino’s load.

Tall Latino fucks the tatted guy.  Ryan is in Don’s mouth and Mr. Uncut in his ass so I go over to the other couple.  When TL pull out of the guy, his dick is frothy with someone’s seed.  I kneel and clean him up. 

Mr. Uncut pulls out of Don.  With the cum out of Tatted Guy still in my mouth, I swivel around and begin to rim Don’s well fucked hole.  I push the new load into him with my tongue.  I look up and see Tall Latino and Tatted Guy slapping their cocks on Don’s face.  I stand up and fuck.   

“Fuck him!” says Tatted Guy.  “Then fuck me.”

“Push my cum deeper,” moans Tall Latino.

That does it.  I find myself shooting.  But it’s the ball emptying kind.  I pull out hard and go to my knees.  Tall Latino comes around and watches my cum ooze out of Don.  His cock gets even harder as he sees me lap it up.  I bury my face in his well fucked ass crack.  My beard is becoming caked with cum.

I stand up and slide into Don once more.

“Fuck him hard,” barks the Tall Latino.

I do.  This time every nerve in my body goes off and I collapse on Don’s back, giving him even more cum in his butt…

*

I was spent and took off.  Don thoughtfully texted me that he took three more loads after I left.  I should have stayed for dinner…

Cute College Kid Empties his Balls

 Near Home—December, 2025

 

My last sexual escapade of the year was on the day before New Year’s Eve.  The long and varied sex I’d had on the previous Saturday kept me content for two whole days.  But off I went on a Tuesday afternoon, not sure I’d find many people there—and not really caring.  I just needed to get out of the house…

 

There are a few cars in the lot.  I go in, buy my ticket and chat with the clerk (who considers me a friend.) I go into the darkened room.  There are three men here.  Two are on their phones.  The other watches the straight screen but looks like he could fall asleep at any moment.

I sit in my usual chair and unzip.  I stroke.  The other men are oblivious to me.

Fifteen minutes later, nothing has changed.  One phone is particularly annoying as the owner has not muted it—and his message arrival chime is going off constantly.

The door opens.  In walks Cute College Kid.  I have known him from here for at least five years, maybe more like eight.  He is no longer in college, but he is one of the youngest men I play with regularly.  He has let his dark hair grow out from being closely cropped and it suits him.  He has a tattoo on his wrist and one on his side.  He used to have thick black framed glasses.  They have been gone awhile now, replaced with contacts. 

He smiles when he sees me and takes the chair to my right.  In moments, he stands up and takes off his pants and briefs, folding them and tucking them under his chair.   He sits and strokes himself hard.  Then he stands up and kneels in front of me.  He begins by licking my balls.  He moans in the back of his throat, loving the manscent of them.  He licks every inch of them, before taking one and then the other into his mouth. 

Now his tongue snakes up my shaft.  He ovals big and swallows me down.  Not to the base, but about two thirds of me.  Over and over again.  He pulls off me for a deep breath, with a satisfied look on his face.  He stands up and offers me his cock.  I lean forward and take his regulation sized dick to the hilt.  CCK steps back, pulling out of me.  He glares at the guy with the annoying phone, who is now watching us.  CCK grabs his clothes and goes around the corner and sits near the gay screen, out of the guy’s sight.  I follow.

He is sitting with his legs splayed and slowly jerking his dick.  It’s my turn to kneel between his legs.  I do the same routine he did, starting with his more diminutive balls, up his shaft and engulfing his drooling cock head.   I suck him for a bit like this, then go back to his balls.  I try to go under them—as I know he loves me to rim him—but today he pulls me up with a quick shake of his head.  I get the message—no time for him to prep today.  I go back to his cock.  “Balls,” he whispers.  He strokes himself as I lick his moderately hairy nuts.  His left hand grabs the back of my head.  At first it pulls me into his ball sack—but now it’s guiding me up.  I know what this means—he’s about to shoot.  I take his full length into my throat.  As I pull up to his flared head, he explodes.  It’s always a big load with him.  He moans and pants.  I swallow every drop.

I get up and sit in my chair.  He gets on his phone for about ten minutes.  I watch the video, but keep an eye on him.  The moment the phone goes down and he grabs his cock, I know he’s ready for round two.  I go back and offer him my cock to suck as he strokes.  He does, for a moment, but soon indicates I need to take his cock again.  I kneel.  I skip his balls and go right to swallowing the shaft.  I work it three or four time and am treated to his second load—almost as big as the first.  Creamy and sweet.  I lick him clean—and he quickly gets his pants back on.  He smiles and squeezes my shoulder on the way out the door…

*

I stay a little longer, though I doubt I will get any more play.  The man who is on his phone without the annoying sounds seems to have made a connection.  He waits, looking at the door, seemingly for someone to arrive.  A good-looking older man in his 50’s comes in.  Phone guy, who is pushing 40, takes one look at this guy, gets up and leaves.

The new man sits next to me, shaking his head.  It’s not long before he asks if I want some head.  I nod and he gives me very good head indeed.  I return the favor.  He is so turned on from sucking my cock, I get his load just minutes later.

He takes off.

I stroke for a moment more, but soon decide I’d rather go home and get that pork chop under the broiler…

Farewell, 2025!

Bookstore Saturday 2: Big Dicks

 (This picks up right where the last post stopped…)

Jackson—December, 2025

After the hot mouthed bearded man left, I wander around.  In one of the cabanas, with the curtain still open is a grey-haired man I recognize from here.  He loves to cross dress and today is no different, he is in hose and garter belt.  They show off his bubble butt as much as any jockstrap.  I have fucked him before and know he’s got a talented hole.

He bends, holding onto the side of the cabana, the moment he sees me.  I step in, not bothering to shut the curtain.  I grease my dick and slide in.  He groans.  I don’t fuck him long, for I want to taste his ass.  I pull out.  Damn.  I lean in and whisper he needs to do another rinse.

And he argues with me.  Never mind his shit is all over my dick.

I sigh and go to the restroom.  He follows, telling me he’s just got here after his clean out.  He shuts up as he sees my dick in the light.  I wash—and decide lunch may be a better option.  I go out to my car and there is the note from the bearded guy with his name and phone number.  I sit in my car and eat.  In the rearview mirror, I see the grey-haired guy come out and get in his car, to go home to clean once more.  I finish up and go back inside. 

I end up sitting in the lone chair in the same room as the medical exam table.  I stroke.  A man comes in.  It’s the Marathoner. 

(I have known him for years.  Longer than I’ve been writing the blog.  He got his nickname as he ran.  A lot.  And it kept him rail thin.  He’s slightly thicker now. When we met, pre-PrEP, he did very little.  I tried to suck his cock, but it was huge.  The head would not fit in my mouth.  He wanted to fuck me with a condom.  I told him no.  We settled on me eating his ass.  And he loved it.  No, LOVED it.  That’s what we always did at his house; he never came to mine.  I took my rimseat and he was in heaven, always busting a load on my chest.  We stopped seeing each other when he got in a relationship with a cute bottom.  I have seen him at this establishment before, but not for a couple of years.  With PrEP, he’s become more versatile.)

He greets me and hauls out his cock.  I lick his balls as he strokes it.  I try once again to take him.  Nope, he’s thicker than Keshawn.  A man comes in.  He’s younger than the two of us, likely early 40’s.  He is Black, slightly cubbish and opens his fly as he watches us play.  And he’s hung thick, too.  Not very long, but very girthy.  He strokes.  He goes down on me as I lick the Marathoner’s balls again.  We rotate with each other.  I can just get the Thick Guy in my mouth.  Thick Guy can j-u-s-t get the Marathoner in his mouth.  The Marathoner goes back and forth sucking our cocks. 

Another man comes in and the Marathoner takes off.  He does not like an audience.  Thick Guy and I trade off a little more and then take a break as he doesn’t want to shoot yet.

I wander.  The Marathoner pulls me into a cabana and shuts the curtain.  “You need to eat my ass.”  He strips off his pants and underwear.  He kneels on the built in bench, presenting me with his hairy butt.  I kneel and begin to tongue him.  He moans.  I do every trick I know.  I go up and down his hairy cleft.  I burrow in slowly.  I tongue fuck him.  I lick and spit.  He stops stroking and pulls his ass cheeks apart.  I go deeper into him.

“Stand up.”  I do.  So does he.  He grabs my cock and guides it into his hole.  “Get my hole open.”  I am in him three inches or so.  Deeper than ever.  He pulls me out and I eat him out again.  My tongue can go deeper now—and he is groaning.  He stands up and we do the poke my cock in his hole thing again.  Four inches in.  I go back to eating him out.

“I’d let you fuck me but I didn’t clean deep…” he murmurs.  This makes my balls juice up my cock with a ton of precum.

He is stroking faster.  His first shot hits the bench.  He swings around and the second shot hits my nose.  The rest goes on the floor, dammit.  He thanks me and takes off, after some vague ‘let’s get together’ type comments.

I find Thick Guy out by the medical table again.  He is standing next to a very young white man.  Thick Guy has his dick out.  I pull mine out.

“I don’t dare show you my tiny dick,” says the young man.

We encourage him.  He reluctantly unzips.  “I know I’m not like you alpha males…”

It is a four-inch dick of pretty typical thickness.  Thick Guy reassures him that it’s fine.

“No, it’s small and I know it.  My wife makes fun of me.”  His dick wilts a little.  Thick Guy rolls his eyes at me and takes off.  I think I know what this guy wants.

“Look at my big dick.”  He does.  “Now stroke yours.  Show off that tiny cock…”

He’s hard again.  I lean in and whisper really filthy insults about his smaller dick.  He gets harder with every sentence. 

We are both stroking faster.   

“Cum for me.  Look at my big dick and shoot…”

He erupts.  All over the floor.  He looks at me.  “You’re a great Dom.  My wife would love to see you do that to me. Thanks.”

I nod and offer him a piece of paper towel…

I wander.

Thick Guy is in a cabana.  He beckons me in.  “I want to take off.  Will you suck me off?”

I go to my knees.  I open wide.  Really wide.  It’s not so much sucking as he just fucks my open mouth.  But that thick cock going over and over my tongue is doing just what he wants. 

“Here it comes.   Do you want it?”

I make some sort of affirmative sound.  He begins to shoot.  At first a dribble.  Then a torrent.  I can barely keep up.  I close my lips around him as I don’t want to lose any.  It seems to make him feel even better—and the cum just keeps on coming…

Bookstore Saturday: The Man with the Wonderous Beard

 Jackson—December, 2025

 

I was on the hunt again, the day after I’d fucked Julian.  I changed my hunting ground.  I went to the bookstore which is slightly farther away.  It is the one that has the glory hole closets, private cabanas and the medical table. 

It was a Saturday, just before noon.  And the men who had been on good behavior with their families for the holidays were out and ready for some fun…

 

I go into the dark lounge.  I have to stop as the door shuts behind me.  I really can’t see.  I inch my way forward, touching the partition to my right.  Five more steps and I move past the partition and I can now see, thanks to the light from the television screens mounted high on the wall.  There is grand mix of porn showing.  There are men everywhere.  I move through them, to my right and towards some seating where you can see four of the different screens.  The chairs, on one side, are full.  I sit on the low couch on the other side.  Men are milling everywhere—but no sex is happening in public.  The curtained cabanas are unoccupied, but the glory hole booths/slurp ramp set up behind me seems busy.

A chair that I prefer becomes available.  I move over, sit and unzip.  A guy in the matching chair nods to me and watches me unzip and pull out my meat.  I get it hard.  Just as the guy seated with me is about to ask, Shaved Head, half of the couple I see at my regular haunt, appears.  He touches my dick and kneels.  We are the only public sex—and the men stop milling to watch us.

Shaved Head is enjoying showing off.  He makes a point of pulling off my cock and catching his breath—show me off to the crowd and letting the men know he can take the big ones.  He goes back down on me and does some repeated deep throating.  He comes up, grabs some air and begins to do his usual suck routine.  He is perfect warm up head.  He squeezes my knee as he gets up, by way of a thank you.

“Do you mind if I take a turn?” 

It’s the guy sitting next to me.  He’s somewhere between 40 and 50 and in decent shape.   I say ‘sure.’

“My knees are bad; would you mind standing in front of me?”

I get up and present my wet cock to him.  He reaches out and grabs me in a death grip.  His mouth is fine, covering the first few inches.  His tongue feels good, but he is squeezing the base of my cock so hard I have to ask him to stop.

“Oh, did I nick you?  Sorry, I was trying to be really careful.”

“No, it was how tightly you were squeezing me.”

“I’ve often been told my teeth get in the way,” he responds, having heard nothing of what I’ve said. 

I put my dick away and go for a tour.  Men are everywhere.  One of the curtained alcoves is now in use—I can hear the sounds of sex through the fabric.  In the farthest room, I surprise a blow job happening in front of the medical table.  I leave them to it.  I go back towards the slurp ramp.  Two glory holes are in use, with guys plastered to the wall, their dicks in the holes.  One is available.  I stick my hard cock through it.  A soft hand caresses it.  Nice.  Wait—that soft hand is stroking me, not guiding me to his hot, wet mouth.  I wait a moment, but it remains a jerk off.  I pull out with a sigh.  I wander a little more and end up in a small room with a couch, chair and good porn.  I sit in the chair and stroke.

A dozen men walk by, stop, look and keep on going.  No one ventures in until finally a large, older man sits on the couch.  He pulls out his dick and strokes.  He loves the porn right in front of him.  He also loves to turn his head and watch me stroke.  I expect him to ask to suck me at any moment.  And yes, he’s standing up.  But he’s not coming to suck me, he’s standing up to shoot.  He splatters a big load all over the floor.

He suddenly looks embarrassed, crams his sticky dick into his pants and heads next door to the restroom.

Damn, I’d have liked that load…

I stroke. 

A tall lanky man, with a longer than usual beard, steps into the room.  He stands by my side.  “That’s a beauty.  May I?”

“Please.”

He kneels—and I am treated to some of the best head possible.  The guy loves dick—and shows it.  He has to have had hundreds in his mouth to get to be this much of a pro.  The tongue.  The suction.  His volume of spit and throat slime.  And his beard.  It caresses my balls one minute and tickles the shaft of my cock that next.  I can’t get enough.  I find myself being very vocal.  It eggs him on.

Finally, he pulls off and stands up to rest his knees.  The spit on my cock is shiny as it catches the light off the television screen.  “Could you take your pants off?” he asks.  “I need to work on your balls.”

Instantly, I stand up and drop them to my ankles.   I thought what he’d done with my nuts before was terrific, but if he wants more…

I sit back down.  He kneels.  He licks my cock from the drooling head, down the engorged shaft to my full, damp balls.  He lifts them and begins licking on either side of my cockring.  Fuck!  My secret place—and I didn’t have to tell him.  He licks and spits and licks it all up.  He goes lower.  He is flirting with my asshole, but not quite going there.  He moves upwards with his tongue:  perineum, balls, cockring, shaft and the slippery head.  I have stopped thinking and just luxuriated with his tongue.  As he reaches the top of my dick, his beard is all over my balls and shaft.  It feels wonderous…

“I want you to fuck my throat.”

“Sure.”

We try it with him hanging his head over the arm of the sofa.  It’s fine.  But he wants to be naked when I do it, so he suggests a cabana.  We find a free one.  He strips.  He gets on the padded bench, his legs on the back wall and his head hanging over the edge.  It’s a little low for my long legs, but we make it work.  I pump into him a few swallow strokes and then go deep.  I pull out long strands of his deep throat spit.  I wrap them around my cock and face fuck him again.

We do it five or six times before he has to swing around.  His cock is rampant.  I sit and he works over every inch of my cock and balls once more. 

He pulls off me.  “I could shoot.” 

“Well, give it me when you do.”

He grins.  He attacks my cock once more, his beard all over my wet and sticky balls.  He gags himself on purpose.  He quickly stands up and feeds me his cock.  He gets it into my mouth just in time.  It’s a massive load and rather sweet.  He lets me get every drop off of him.

“I really want to get fucked by you, but I didn’t prep for today.”

I nod.

“If you give me your phone,” he adds, “I’ll give you my number.”

“It’s locked in my car.  I can put it in yours…”

Well, his phone is locked in his car, too.  “A note?”

“Sure.”  I tell him the color and make of my car—and he will leave his info on the windshield.

I smile.  I would love a naked re-match with this man sporting the hot beard…

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There is so much more.  I didn’t think this would be a two parter, but we are just halfway through my time there….stay tuned!