A Tame, but Pleasant, Saturday Night

 Near Home—April, 2026

 

When cruising, sometimes everything goes right.  Other times it feels like everything goes wrong.  This first Saturday night in April walked a middle ground.  Nothing earth shakingly good; nothing to scar my psyche either…

 

I arrive around 7:30pm.  I am the only guy here.  No, that’s wrong.  There is a man in darkest corner scrolling through his phone.  I take out my dick and stroke.  He scrolls, never looking up.

The door finally opens.  It is a straight couple who sit on the short wall, which makes them look right at me. 

“Look, honey, he has a big ole dick for you…”

She looks at me again.  “No way,” she stage-whispers—as if I can’t hear her.  They watch the straight porn.  Eventually she fellates the man who brought her.  He cums demurely in her mouth.  They leave.

I stroke.

New men come into the room.  Five of them.  One of them is a beefy Latino I have watched here many times, but I don’t think I’ve played with him.  He starts making the rounds of the room.  He sucks each man (but phone guy).  He always stops before the guy can unload, standing up and going outside for a cigarette.

When he comes back this last time, he kneels in front of me.  He edges me close to shooting—this time standing up and never returning.

I stroke.  The other men filter out.

The guy I have known longest from this place comes in with his husband.  They walk to chairs near the gay screen.  They chat a little—judging the men in the video.  I finally want them to shut up, so I sit in a chair in front of them.  In moments, the guy I know best has stripped down and has his dick in my mouth while I am being given head by his partner.

I love being serviced with a cock in my mouth.  I groan quite a bit.  My friend starts fucking my face.  He isn’t using poppers tonight and his dick is rock hard.  For the first time in my presence, his partner pulls his dick out and strokes himself as he sucks me.

We only stop when his partner’s knees tire.  He sits, down.  His dick, now semi-hard, is lolling against his jeans.  I get up.  I have never had him in my mouth before.  He’s thickish, with some extra skin, though he’s not uncut.  He moans as I suck him.  My friend sits down and strokes to the scene.

“Stop—I don’t want to cum,” he murmurs.  I let his cock go and go sit down again in my new seat.

The three of us stroke.  Phone guy has taken off sometime during our threeway. A new man comes in.  He sits near us.  He takes out a beefy dick.  He looks like the coach you had a crush on in high school.

I am ready to stand up and ask if he wants head as he is exclusively watching the gay porn.  But my friend’s partner beats me to it.  It’s not a quiet suck—and that hot.  I love to hear the slurp.  Soon, I have my friend’s cock back in my mouth.  ‘Coach’ likes the view.  My friend places my left hand on his ass.  It’s lubed now—and I can burrow a finger inside him.  I idly wonder if I can fuck him in front of the partner…

At that moment, the ‘coach’ gives up his load.  That makes my friend shoot down my throat.  They all clean up a little—and take off.

I am alone again.

I wait ten minutes.

No new arrival.

I go home, mostly content…

History: Man's Country 1991

 It’s time for another stroll down my personal sexual history.

 

1991

“I better get some fun in now as no one will want me once I hit 40!”  To think that I believed that at 35.  But it is exactly what so many gay men thought in 1991.  Little did I know how good my 40’s, 50’s and 60’s would be.

I remembered the name of Man’s Country as the bathhouse my brother loved to visit.  I didn’t really want to tell him I wanted to go.  So where was it located?   No quick internet search available. And Chicago was huge.

Somewhere along the way I had seen an ad in in one of the glossy gay mags for Bob Damron’s Address Book.  I made a special trip to Border’s Books in Ann Arbor, knowing they had a miniscule gay/lesbian section, to see if it was there.  It was.  It became my reference book for everything gay in whatever city I visited.  They listed, bars, bathhouses, men’s health services, adult entertainment, bookstores and cruisy areas.  All reported by gay men for gay men.  The book got tucked under the front seat of my car and stayed there, only moving each time I got a new vehicle.

I found Man’s Country fairly easily.  (I’d always been good with maps.)  I sat in my car, parked on a tiny, dark side street and took a deep breath.  I went in.  The guy at the window could not have been nicer.  He issued my membership card with a smile.  I knew I wanted a small room, so I could lock myself away if I felt like it.  I think it was an eight-hour time limit.  I was arriving at 10pm.  Perfect.   He told me how to find my room amongst the warren of corridors and doors.

I found it, stripped and with my towel tightly tucked in and my key on my wrist, I went to explore.  I carried a small shaving kit packed with lube, condoms and poppers.  I went back to the locker room.  I really stopped and looked at the murals by Etienne.  I had never seen anything like them.  Gorgeous.  I found the stairs and went down to the wet area.  More rooms were down there, too.  I sat in the dry sauna.  Two guys came in.  They instantly began to take turns sucking the other’s cock.  I was mesmerized.  I tented my towel.  Soon, I was openly stroking to them.  One of them looked over at me and smiled.  I suddenly felt more at ease.  One got the other off.  They left, giving me an approving nod.

Heartened, I found the huge dance floor and stage.  It seemed to be more about guys chatting and napping than dancing.  I learned there were weekly strip shows there.

I walked the endless maze of rooms.  Some with doors open.  Many closed with sex obviously happening behind them.  I quickly figured out guy’s ass up vs lying on their back and stroking their dick.  I was invited in to a number of rooms, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

There was a dark room.  I hung out near the opening, in the room but still in some light.  I ditched the towel and openly stroked as I saw countless men disappear into the pitch black.  Delicious sounds of moans and groans came from within, but I didn’t go in any farther.  Not tonight. 

Music blared from the dance hall.  I went up and watched three men strip.  They were hot, but stripping for men who were all but naked themselves made me shake my head.

I went back to my room and sat on the hard wooden box with the wafer-thin mattress they called a bed.  What was I going to do?   The jury was still out on the safety of oral sex.  I really wanted to fuck anyway.  I went down to the basement.  All the rooms were taken now.  And here, almost all the men were on all fours, asses pointed right at the door.  I made the circuit twice.  I couldn’t believe that most of these guys never looked over their shoulder to see who stepped into the room to fuck them.  At the end of the hall, was a man with very hairy ass, likely in his thirties.  His ass was perfection.  A gorgeous mound of flesh and fur.  I went in and closed the door.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

I suited up and did just that.  It was great.  I stopped, just short of cumming.  He was moaning, egging me on.  He finally looked over his shoulder.  “That’s a lot of meat on such a skinny guy.”  I beamed as I left his room.

Even better, there was no shit on the condom.  I was thrilled.  I fucked another guy.  Same thing.  The age of cleaning out had happened and I didn’t even know.  (When I mentioned this later to my brother, he credited the porn guys of the 80’s when, in their countless interviews with In Touch, Blueboy, etc, they talked about how they cleaned for the skin flicks. And gay men everywhere took it to heart.)

I wanted more.  I made a tour of the guys upstairs, too.  Always with a new Magnum in place.  At least one guy asked me to ditch the latex.  I fled.

I napped in my room.  Not really sleeping as my head was full of the butts I’d stuffed.  Around 3:00am, I made another tour.  Many doors where now shut, but there were lots that were open—and many sported new recruits who’d checked in after the bars had closed.

I didn’t fuck any of them. 

I checked the dark room—and went in a little deeper.  A hand tried to pull the towel off me.  I had an inner freak out and left.

On the other side of a lounge near the dance hall was the lone sling room in Man’s Country.  The door was open.  I’d seen slings in videos but never used one.  A hot guy was in it.  He looked right at me and waved me in.  I got hard instantly at the shape of his ass and the obvious use of his hole which had very pronounced ass lips.  I suited up.

“Fuck me as hard as you can.”

I did.  For a long time. 

“Don’t cum in the condom.  Cum on me!” 

I was finally close.  I ripped the condom off and aimed for his ball sack.  The force of my shooting covered his abs instead.  He sighed contentedly.  He now instructed me to put a latex glove on my left hand.  I found the box on the small table next to him.  I did.  Curious. 

“Dip it in the tub of lube.”

I did.  I brought my hand close to him.

“Now use your fingers.”

I did.  One.  Two. 

“More.” 

Four went inside him.  Instinctively, my thumb went to my palm.  He reached down and pulled my hand forward.  It slid right into his ass, his sphincter snapping shut on my wrist.  I had never had a feeling like this before.  Not to mention the mind fuck that my hand was buried in his hot butt.  He instructed me to pull out and push in again.  I was tentative to do it, so he pulled me in a second time.

Then I got it.  I began to really fist him.  He shuddered, telling me to keep going.  That I was doing just what he needed.  He scooped up my load and licked his fingers—and suddenly his whole body convulsed as I witnessed my first assgasm…

*

I checked out with a new clerk.  Right on time.

“Your membership card.  Take it or leave it here?”

I opted to leave it there once he told me many men did that.  “One less thing in your wallet,” he smirked.

I went to my car elated.  I was suddenly tired and slept in the front seat until I felt I could get a late breakfast and head home…

*

Speaking of cards kept on file….

The next time I went back to Man’s Country, I told the attendant my membership was on file.

He pulled out the big recipe box they were stored in and asked my surname.

I told him.

“Here you are,” he said, lifting out a card.  He read the full name on it.

I blushed a deep red and said, no that was my brother.

His jaw dropped and then he began to laugh as he found my card and proceeded to check me in….

Stretching His Hole: Round Three

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"May I Suck that Beauty?"

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Equipment Close-up: Spades

 Equipment Close-up:  Spades

 

As I have very little time to write today, I thought, after my convoluted description of this toy in the last post, I should do an Equipment Close-up of the Spades…

 

This toy was given to me by Jack, when he and I were playing regularly a few years ago.  It sat in the box—and it got ignored in favor of my cock.  His work took him away—but I finally opened the package and got to use it with another man.

I don’t have many toys for men who are inexperienced or even at the intermediate stage.  This one really fits that bill.  It is a nice variation to balls on a string.  The spade shape goes in easily and smoothly with a nice snap shut of the sphincter around it. It is just shy of a 2-inch diameter at the large end.  All five spades are the same size.

The entire length of the toy is 12 inches, with an insertable length of 8.5 to 9.  The handle is easy to grab when my hands are greasy during fist play.  The men I have used it on all take three of the spades and a couple of guys take four.  I have yet to get the fifth into a good pig…

 

I’m glad I finally got it in use.  Now that Jack is back in town for a bit, I need to remember to get it inside him…

Here is their webpage:  Themaster-series.com

  And the page:  Spades ::: Master Series

Finding Blake's Second Hole

 My Playroom—March, 2026

I had one last meet in my busy March.  Two days after my cocksucking extravaganza detailed in the last post, I had a bud come to the playroom.  Blake, the very tall man around my age (and with a terrific beard) needed me to work his ass.  I was happy to oblige…

 

I come down the stairs to the playroom, where I’ve sent Blake to strip.  I open the door to find him sitting on the bed, watching the porn on the flat screen.  I hang my robe on the doorknob.  I cross to him, my used yellow jock now inches from his face.  He leans in, his nose rubbing the fabric.  Soon, it’s pulled aside and I hardening up his mouth.  His tongue is all over me—and it feels terrific.  Once I’m fully, achingly hard, I fuck his face for a moment.  But I am really eager to eat his ass.  I tell him to get up on the flattened fuck bench.

He does, looking hot on all fours.  I kneel and lick down his ass crack.  I zero in on his hole and begin to work it open.  I hear Blake groan.  I tongue fuck him.  Harder.  And deeper.  I stand up, lubed with coconut oil.  I push in.  And miss.  He has a tricky hole; there is another indentation I keep aiming at…but I finally get in and sink my entire cock length into him.

I begin to fuck.  His hole opens rapidly, as do so many men who take fist.  I can now pump into him harder and faster.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  Still in his ass, I lower the toy into the lube bowl on the floor.  I bring it up and coat the end with my left hand.  I pull out and push the metal toy into him with a circular motion.  It goes in slowly, looking hot as fuck.  My hard cock follows.  I love the stainless steel under me and the solid ball my dick head is plunging against.  Blake’s eyes are on the mirror to the side, watching his ass be violated.

I pull out.  Then the toy.  I re-lube and twirl the BBB into place again.  My cock follows.  I fuck him again, this time with my hard cock battering the stainless-steel deeper into his butt.  When it’s as deep as I’m comfortable pushing it, I pull out and set the toy under the sling.  I’m sure I’ll be using it later.

Blake gets in the sling, his long legs on the chains, not the stirrups.  I kneel and eat his hole once more.  I fuck him again, before going to the shelf and grab a version of balls on a string.  Instead of balls, this toy has ‘the balls’ shaped like a spade, so it is a series of mini-butt plugs connected together.  I grease it up and insert, working each plug in and moving to the next.  He takes two, this first time.  I pull them out, watching his hole flower open to release each spade.  I re-insert.  He takes a third one this time.  I pull them out.  I watch the concentration on his face as each mini-butt plug opens his hole on it’s exit.  He sighs in satisfaction as the last one escapes. 

I fuck him.  With my dick.

Now I fuck him with the clear dildo with the handle.  The gentle curve of the toy is just a little thicker than I am.  I replace the toy with me.  Now the toy.  Back and forth.

Soon, the eggheaded dildo is lubed and inside him.  I pull it down and add my cock.  Well, just the head for a moment.  Then he relaxes and takes the rest of me along with the toy.

It’s time for the main event.  I kneel and grease up my left hand.  Then the right.  The fingers of the left slip into him easily now.  I rotate the hand with my thumb pressed to the palm and I’m suddenly inside him.  I move my hand the tiniest bit.  Blake pants, nodding at how good it feels.  I pull it out, re-grease and do it again.

Now the right.  He takes my bigger hand just as easily.  I go back and forth between them.  I try adding my cock with my left hand inside him.  I can just fit the head of it on my palm.  I don’t try for more.

I give my hands a break and use the Seahorse on him.  Blake takes it easily.  He especially loves it with the curve going down.  The small head of the toy has invaded his second hole.  I can see it in his eyes.

After the toy is out, I follow up with my left hand.  I keep it flat and open, inching deeper and deeper into him.  Now my middle finger is touching the same bend.  It makes him shudder—and he tells me to keep it up.  The slightest movement makes him squirm and moan.  I am standing to do this, to get the right angle.  My head rests on his abdomen as I worm my way deeper into his guts…

*

After a mini break I go through all the same toys with him once again.  Spades, clear, egghead, Seahorse…

Now it is back to my hands.  Once again, I am inching into his second hole, teasing the opening with now two fingers.  His body shakes, the feelings are so intense.  I pull out and then work into him once again, with my head on his abdomen, almost like I am listening to my hand’s progression through his tract.  Success.  I tease the opening as Blake takes deep breaths.

His hole is tiring.  We take a longer break.

“It’s done with hand, but not your dick,” he murmurs.

“I know just what you need to soothe your insides,” I smirk.

I grease up with coconut oil and begin to fuck Blake in earnest.  In no time at all I am soothing his guts with my cum…

 

A Night to Remember

 Near Home—March, 2026

I had a lot of sex in March.  So, it was hardly surprising that not all of it was great.  Late in the month I went to the bookstore nearest to me on a Wednesday afternoon.  Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One, were there, and no one else.  Each took a turn on my dick before they went home.  A little later there was large gentleman who sat next to me (the only man in the place, when he walked in) and decided he needed to jack me.  He complained that I had a light sheen of lube on my dick.  Not a day to make blogging history…

I went back on Friday night.  It started slowly—and built to something I’m not sure I had ever done before…

 

There are five men in the room when I go in.  One of them is in my usual chair, so I sit on the short side wall where I can only watch the straight porn.  Two guys are openly stroking, their eyes darting from the screens to each other and back again.

The moment I sit down, a tall Black man gets up and comes to sit next to me.  He opens his pants and takes out an impressive dick (my length, but thicker!)  In moments he asks if he can touch me.  I nod.  He strokes me with a slightly lubed hand.  It feels great.  But I want one of us to use our mouths.  And I don’t care who goes first.

He continues to stroke me leisurely.  “So big,” he murmurs.  I suddenly remember that I have met this guy once, right after this new space opened.  He’d sat in the corner and stroked for hours, while guys had sex all around him.  He didn’t want to be sucked, but he let me lick his balls.  At the last second he’d relented and I took his load.

I reach over and stroke his dick at the same time.  Eventually, he leans in and whispers “I want you to fuck me between my thighs.”  I look at him.   He’s serious. 

We stroke each other a little more, then I excuse myself to go piss.  Once I’m done, I sit in a different chair—one across from one of the masturbators and out of sight of the Black Thigh Fuckee.  The guy jerking has been eyeing the two of us.  Now he has eyes just for me.  I am pretty confidant of a blow job.  This guy is around my age.  He’s maintained a good build and his six-incher is rampant.

He stands up.  He moves in front of me.  “Suck me,” he says, loud enough for the whole room to hear it.  He grabs the back of my head and pulls me onto him.  He fucks my face for a moment—before his cock explodes.  It’s a huge load and his groan of release fills the room.

The Black guy gets up and comes to see what’s happened.  He sees me licking the stray jizz off the older man’s wilting cock.  As soon as the guy who shot leaves, the Black guy stands in front of me.  “Is that what you want?” he grunts.  His cock is throbbing.  He pushes it into my mouth.  He moans as my tongue goes to work.  “Fuck, you’re good.  Make me…” and he can’t even get to the last word in the sentence before he’s shooting into my mouth.  He let’s me clean him up.  He squeezes my shoulder and retreats to the restroom.

The three remaining men are all in sightlines of me.  All are stroking.  The youngest guy, built thick, moves to sit opposite me.  He makes a big deal of showing off his bigger than average cock.  He’s uncut.  He plays with the extra skin as he strokes.

Suddenly he stands and moves.  He sits in the chair next to me.  “Make me cum like the others…” he whispers.  I go to my knees.  This one is work.  But I can tell he’s getting there as he is juicing like crazy.  I touch his balls.  He groans.  I let a finger touch his perineum as I suck.  He groans louder.  My finger heads to his asshole—and he shoots a huge young man’s load down my throat.  I clamp my free hand around his balls as he tries to squirm away.  I clean under his foreskin and he literally shakes.  But as I let go, he grins, shoves it all into his jeans and takes off without a wash up.

There is larger guy, early 60’s, white.  He has moved to sit across from me to watch me work on this last guy. He nods to me.  I have only just sat back down.  I get up and go to him.   “Will you do me, too?” he whispers.  “Please.  It’s been so long…”

I kneel.  I take his tiny cock into my mouth.  He moans.  His cool hands touch my ears—and in moments load number four is drooled onto my tongue by his cock.  I clean him thoroughly and sit back down.  He goes off to wash.

The last guy in the room is down the side wall from me.  He’s not looking at me.  At least now.  He studies the straight porn screen.  Emboldened by four loads in a row I say “Happy to do you, too, if you want…”

He turns to look at me.  “Why not?”  he murmurs.  I kneel in front of him.  His cock is soft and long.  I take him into my mouth.  I do every trick I know, but his cock will not reach full hardness.  Then he grabs the sides of my head.  He begins thrusting upwards into my mouth.  He is hard and rampant now that he’s in charge.  He keeps thrusting upwards into my face.  He’s long enough to just touch the back of my throat.

“Take me, fucker!”  And he cums.  Over and over.  He can’t stop. 

I clean him up and he moves to the restroom.  I sit back down. 

I can’t believe it.  Five loads from five men and in less than 25 minutes from the first.

I think about going home.  I am alone in the room and sit in my usual chair, now.  I am having some major jizz joy and decide to stay for a bit.

The door opens.  A man I know from here, who often jerks but has never had human contact in front of me, sits in the corner.  He’s likely late 40’s.  He takes out his dick and jerks to the straight porn.

Another man comes in.  College age and wearing a thick wedding ring.  He sits in the chair I started the night in, able to only see the straight screen.  His hand reaches into his pants and he works his dick while still inside his jeans.

I am pretty sure I am out of luck with these two.

A younger man—late 30’s with a bushy beard comes in.  He sits and has eyes for my cock.  We do the nod thing…and he comes over.  He kneels and sucks me.  The young married guy watches us, but looks back at the screen if either of us look in his direction.  The bearded guy is good on my cock, but I know he’s not going to take me over the edge.    When he stands up to rest, I lean forward and suck his short, hairy dick.  He gasps.  Then he grabs the back of my head to keep me there.  He unloads.  A bitter smoker’s load—but it’s number six down my throat.

He leaves.

I look at the college kid.  He finally shows me his cock.  It’s long and thin and uncut. 

“Do you want some head?”

He nods.  I kneel in front of him.  “I don’t do this…” he says as I take him in my mouth.  It’s instant.  And huge.  He just keeps on spurting rope after rope of cum down my throat.  He let’s me clean him up.  “Terrific…” he mutters as he puts himself back together.  I stand up to let him leave and start for my chair.

“Don’t you want mine?” asks the guy in the corner.

I pivot around and kneel once more.  He is almost as fast as the kid as he seems so turned on to have watched me play with these two other men.  His cum pools on my tongue, more than spurts.  But it’s delicious.  I clean him of every drop.  He writhes in that post ejaculation moment that is half agony/half pleasure.

I let him go.

“You can suck me anytime,” he whispers as he does up his pants.

I sit down.

Alone in the dark theatre.

My cock is rampant as I think back over the eight men I have had in such rapid succession. 

I taste the pearl of cum oozing from my piss slit. 

One last drop of cum for the night…