Five Pictures and Twenty-Nine Words

 

I really hate that I can’t write today, but I bet some cum filled asses and a cock straining to be released will keep you happy….

See you Sunday!

A Short, But Hot, Session with Alexander

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

Alexander, who came out late in life and is making up for it now, wanted to return to the playroom.  I was happy to host this very good-looking man once again on one of the last days of August…

 

He has stripped naked by the time I get down the stairs, carrying the coconut oil.  He’s eager.  And ready.

“Come here,” he says, sitting on the bed.  “Let me get that big dick hard.”

He takes a hit of poppers.  Truly the longest hit I have ever seen any man take.  The bottle keeps going back and forth between his nostrils.  He gets me in his mouth—and starts to lick the head of my cock.  Suddenly he slumps back, his head hitting the large mirror on the wall behind the bed.  He’s passed out.  He quickly comes back to reality before I panic.  I help get him around, so his head is on the pillow.

“Guess that was a little much,” he mumbles.  He lets the vapors dissipate while I look at the porn on the television.  Eventually, he sits up and tries again without the poppers. His tongue flicks over my head—but I can tell this is not what he loves—he really wants me inside his ass.

We move to the flattened fuckbench.  I spend a long time eating his ass.  It’s a beautiful one.  His cheeks are full and hairy—and his crack even more so.  His ass lips are just beginning to be fuller with all the anal and fist sex he’s been having.  I suck them into my mouth and make him moan with pleasure.  My tongue goes deeper into his hole, giving him a real tongue fucking.

I stand up.  I enter him for the first time, my cock awash with coconut oil and precum.  I ease into his relatively tight hole.  The poppers come out again, but only for a short hit.  My pubes grind against his upturned ass.

“God, you fill me up.”

I begin a slow, hard fuck of his ass, opening him up for more.  He groans and vocally eggs me on.  Soon, I am slamming into him, just like he wants.  Over and over.

I pull out.  I go to my knees and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I love the mix of the oil and our own juices.  He moans—and is soon begging for me to fuck him again.  I stand up and sink into him.  He watches me penetrate him in the mirror on the side wall.  His ass welcomes me with an occasional squeeze.

We move to the sling.  I eat his hole the moment his ankles are in the stirrups.  The sling pulls his cheeks open for me and I go can deeper into him with my tongue. I revel in his wetness, before standing up and sinking my cock into his waiting hole.  He takes me easily now, his eyes on the mirror above him.

I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo, that I use for double fucking.  I grease it up and work it into him.  He groans—watching the toy disappear into his guts.  I try to add my cock—but he’s not yet open enough for that—so I make the toy vibrate inside him—and pull it out, slipping my dick in instead.  I don’t really fuck, I just fill him with my cock.  And then the toy—and my cock once more.  This time I fuck him.  Hard, with the chains rattling.

I grab the Spades, the toy with five mini butt plugs connected one after the other.  I work in the first.  He loves it.  “That feels terrific.”

“Here comes the second…” and in it goes.  The third quickly follows.  I let them sit in him and then slowly pull them out—letting him feel the stretch of each spade.

I put them inside him again.  This time four spades pop into him.  The pull out has his cock drooling like crazy.

“Do that again!”

I work the first three in easily.  Then the fourth.  He can see in the mirror that there’s one more.  “Get it inside me.”

It takes a little work with my lube covered fingers, but it goes in.  He sighs.  I let him appreciate the fullness before I hook my finger through the ring on the end of the toy and begin a slow pull out.  His pucker has to open and close for each spade.  When the last one pops out, his stomach is awash with his precum.  I use two fingers to mop it up, before working the coated digits into his ass.   

He asks for the Seahorse—and it’s just the right toy for his slowly opening hole.  He takes the gentle curve of the toy easily—both with the curve up and with it down.  He takes it to the base.  He’s ready for my fist.

I grease up both hands and begin filling him slowly with the fingers of my left.  Two.  Then three.  Four and then I’m inside him.  He takes my left hand easily.  He loves it when his sphincter clamps down on my wrist.  I just leave it there for a long moment.  With a slight twist, I pull out and begin working into him again with the same hand.

His ass grabs my wrist.  I don’t move for a count of maybe five.  Then a slow rotation to the right—and back again.  Once more and then I ease out of him.

“Try the right.”

I re-grease my hands.  I get the right into him with the same slow progression, but it doesn’t feel comfortable for either of us with how his bowels bend.  I go back to the left, getting into him with ease.

I go back to the Seahorse.  Alex groans.  He huffs poppers.   I work the ribbed toy in and out of him.  When it comes out, I re-grease my left.  He takes a hit and I push smoothly into his ass.  I don’t move it and then do a slight turn of my wrist to the right.  This makes him convulse.  He is having a major internal orgasm.  His sphincter grips my wirst.

I don’t move for a long moment.  His body calms and I slip out.

“I think that’s it,” he tells me.  “My hole feels wonderful—and I don’t want to push it.”

I agree.  We’ve been going for an hour—and it feels like a logical ending.

“Someday,” he says as he shakily gets out of the sling, “I’ll be able to do more.”

I assure him that he’s well on the way…

Alexander's first playroom visit is HERE.

Jake Returns with the Nut Crusher

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Taking It Out On his Ass

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

I was in a bad mood what with missing Fornication, the incident with the car and then some other unexpected expenses.  I got the car to the dealership—and they wanted way too much money to replace the plastic undercarriage on this 13-year-old vehicle.  The mechanic reassured me that the young man who had zip tied it in place had done a good job and that it was still fine for local driving.  He agreed with my decision to hold off on fixing it and putting the saved money towards a newer model vehicle.

So, with a lot to think about—I went to the bookstore to avoid needing to think at all.  It was an evening visit…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  There are men here I don’t recognize—always a good sign.  As soon as my hard cock is out, a silver-haired Daddy asks politely to suck it.  I nod.  He kneels.  I sigh.  Perfect.  I really need this.

Another guy, likely in his late 40’s gets up.  He’s been jerking for a bit.  He walks over and offers me his cock to suck while I’m being blown.  I nod and lean a little to connect with his thick, cut dick.  He loves to watch the guy sucking me.  My sucker is aware what I’m doing—and steps up his work, really trying to get me off.

“Suck his dick.  You know you want his load,” says the guy in mouth to my sucker.  The sucker moans and keeps going.  The guy in my mouth begins to take control—he really wants to fuck my face.  I let him.  Twice, he’s on the edge of blowing his load, but holds back each time.

The older man between my knees needs a break.  I pause my cocksucking to give him an arm to get him up.  I thank him and he sits next to me.  The younger man to my side bends and takes me in his mouth.  It’s a horrible angle—and I tell him so.  He pulls off and kneels between my legs.  He begins doing to me all the things I was doing to him.  He is nowhere near as good as the older man, but I am feeling fine.

So is he.  He drops a load on the floor between my legs as he takes me to the root, moaning around my cock.  He is up and away quickly.

I stroke.

There is one man, off to the side, I recognize but can’t quite place.  He has a shaved head and hot looking tats all over his arms.  He is close to my age, likely a few years younger.  He has been stroking to our sex.  He indicates he’d like some head by spreading his legs and giving me a smile.  I go over.  His cock is really wet with precum.  I kneel and clean it up.  He produces more with a slight moan.  A lot.  I lick it up and keep going, taking him to the root.

And now I recognize him.  I have sucked him before.  He doesn’t blow a full load—he just keeps oozing jizz and precum, as his body shakes in mini-orgasms.  I stay between his legs, using every trick I know to keep his balls emptying out. 

He sighs. 

He moans.

He strokes my head.

My knees are screaming at me, so I get up.  He grins, nodding his head in thanks.

I stroke.

The place is now empty but the precum oozer.  The door opens and the crossdressing Latino comes in.  He sits next to me and is soon begging me to fuck him.  He hands me a pristine Magnum package.  I add lube to my dick and roll it on as he strips.  He actually takes off the female lingerie which is under his street clothes.

Naked but for sucks, he juts his ass out at me.  It’s been some time since I’ve fucked him—but I’m ready to tonight.  I work my way in. 

He gasps.  “Always bigger than I remember…” he says, loud enough for our audience of one to hear.  I begin a slow in and out.  He begins stroking his hard cock in time to my thrusts.

I build up speed fast.  I am soon slamming into his ass, my hips slapping against his upturned butt cheeks.  He is groaning loudly.  Oozer is stroking himself as he watches us fuck.  I keep up the anal assault on his hole.  I realize I am taking out my frustrations on him.   And he’s loving it.

“I will shoot soon.”

“Do it!”

“You want me to cum?”

“Go ahead.”   I slow for a moment and quickly build up the strength and pace of the strokes.

“Fuck me just like that….”

He can’t finish the sentence.  His seed covers the floor.  There is no way I’m going to shoot in the latex, but I do love his ass squeezing me with each spurt.  I pump him a few more times—then hold still until he pulls off me.

I didn’t shoot.  But I feel better.

I stay a while longer, but no one else arrives…

The Trip to Chicago for the Fornication Party

 On the Road to Chicago—August, 2026

 

It was the day of the Fornication Party in Chicago.  I was stoked.  I was looking forward to seeing Keshawn.  I had also been in touch with the hot-assed man who had purchased my well used jock.  Hell, I wanted to be in a room of gay men who were there to fuck—and not to scroll through their phones!

I couldn’t settle all morning.  I knew that it was a three-hour (sometimes three and a half hour) drive.  Plus, I wanted to get there in time to eat my packed supper and take a little catnap.  The days of driving a long distance and playing hard for three hours, without that little rest and re-fueling, are past.

At noon, I got in the car.  It was still very early to hit the road but I couldn’t wait.  I had packed lunch and dinner.  To use up some of the extra time, I decided to stay off the expressway.  There is a scenic state highway that goes at a south-westernly diagonal from my town to the top of western Indiana.    A lot of farm country and small towns.  It’s not fast—but it would get me to where I could join the expressway to get me into town.

I was happy to be moving.  And it was great to not be on I-94, with all the angry drivers who didn’t like me actually doing the speed limit.  I was happy on my scenic two-lane road.

Fifty miles or so in, as I was coming around a curve, there was a dead raccoon in the middle of my lane.  I couldn’t swerve into the oncoming traffic.  I tried to swing right, but I was still on top of it.  There was a terrific clunk—but then all was fine for a minute before there was a loud thud.  I knew what it was—I had dealt with same thing years ago—the plastic, protective under carriage was loose.  I made it to the side of the road.  I looked under and it was folded back on itself.  I reversed and backed up a foot, straightening it out.  I thought I had wire in the trunk.  But did I have tools?

I went to look.

“Are you alright?”  It was a thirty-something young woman.  “I have a phone.”

“I have one, thank you.  I am just seeing if I can get this reattached.  If not, I will call AAA.”

“Okay, I was worried.”  She chatted a little more as I rummaged in the trunk before she asked once again before driving off. 

“Can I help?”  It was a man my age and build who I had seen pull into the drive of the sole house in this area.  He looked under the front of the car and said “You can fix this with some wire.  Ya got any?”

“Yes,” I said—as I’d just found it.  “But I’m not sure I have a cutter.”

“I do and I have better wire.  Be right back.” He walked rapidly across the street and was soon back with it.  Meanwhile, I had found the holes in the plastic—and the holes in the frame of the car where they needed to go.

As the older man returned, a third guy stopped.  He wondered if we needed a phone.  He stayed to chat with the older guy.  I thanked the older man and began to cut the wire.

A fourth car arrived, parking on the side of the road ahead of me.  A  rather hot young guy got out, saw the problem and said:  “I have zip-ties.  They will be so much easier.”

He came back with them and was on his back before I could say anything.  He rigged it up quickly and expertly.  The other two guys were as impressed as I was.  In moments, he had it safe secured back to the car frame.  “That should get you home,” he said.  “but you might not want to use the expressways, if you can help it.

I thanked him profusely and offered him cash.  He laughed, waved it away and drove off. 

“Take care going home,” said the man who’d gone off for wire.  I thanked him, too and made sure he took his wire cutters home.  The talker waved and got in his vehicle with a “Watch out for the coons…dead or alive.”

I got in my car.  I sat in the sunshine, a little stunned.  There really are good people, men and women that want to help—and this was a huge reminder for me.

I was also thankful that it had not happened on the expressway—it might have had a very different outcome.  I hated that I wasn’t going to get to play in Chicago—but I was still counting my other blessings.

I started the car, waited for traffic to clear and turned towards home…

Surprises at the Bookstore

Near Home—August, 2026

(I am back and feeling better.  It was a 24 hour something…)

 

The Fornication Party was coming up—and just the idea of it made me really horned.  I knew that with the party on Sunday, I wanted to not play at all on Saturday.  But Friday night was a different story.  I went out, looking to see what trouble I could get into…

 

I go into the darkened theatre.  The first thing I see is a burly, bearded bear lazily jerking a younger man.   I sit to the side of them.  The bearded bear stops the moment I sit down.  I look at the younger guy and recognize him. 

Years ago, back in the two theatres days, this young man had asked me if guys really can get their cock sucked here.  I had assured him that he was good looking and if he went into the gay theatre he’d have no problem.  He did as I suggested and, quite a bit later, I went over to see if he was still there.  He was.  He’d gotten sucked—but all of the men had tapped out before he could shoot.  I hunkered down and blew him to completion.  He has let me suck him every time we bump into each other from that day on.

I nod and he brushes away Bearded Bear’s hand.  He looks right at me and spreads his legs.  I go over and start to work.  Bearded Bear is not pleased.  He watches for a moment and then with a harrumph of disgust, he moves nearer the gay screen.  I work on the young guy for a long time.  His balls are really flavorful on this hot August day.  His cock is not huge, but longer than average—and thin enough that my tongue can be very active all over it.  He moans contentedly and lets me get on with it.

Ten minutes later, he assures me is getting closer.  I work easily another five minutes on him.  My knees are killing me, but if I take a rest break and come back for him, it will be like starting from scratch again.  I power through and am soon rewarded with a delicious big load.  He squirms, begging me under his breath to stop as I clean up any stray cum—and soon leaves a much happier camper.

I stay in the dark corner and stroke my dick.  Bearded Bear returns to my line of sight.  He sits and gives me a glance.  He likes the look of my dick, but he makes no move for it.  I stroke.  He gropes himself

The Voyeur arrives.  He sits between us and pulls out his long, thin ebony cock.  He strokes—looking from one to the other of us.  My knees are still aching, so I let Bearded Bear do him.  He kneels and sucks, making lots of hot, wet noise.

Soon, The Voyeur tells him to sit in the chair.  He begins fucking Bearded Bear’s face.  Hard.  I assume he’s about to cum.  He pushes in deep—and it’s too much.  I hear BB retch.  He gets up and heads to the restroom.  The Voyeur waves his dick in my direction as if I must want to suck a cock that has just been gagged on.  I give it a pass.  The Voyeur gets busy on his phone across the room.

The door opens and the Minute Man walks in.  He sits on the wall opposite me.  I don’t think he can see me in the dark corner.  He kneads himself.

The door opens again.  A very handsome young man walks in.  I have seen him before, but we’ve never played.  He sits down near the gay screen, out of my line of sight.  But in moments, Minute Man gets up and disappears into the same corner.  Is he going to give his 90 second load to the young man?

I wait a moment.  The Voyeur sees what’s happening out of my line of vision and moves towards it.  I get up and go, too.

I am dumbfounded.  The Minute Man is on his knees sucking the Cute Young Man, while CYM is stroking The Voyeur, before he decides to take him in his mouth as he sits there high on poppers.  Now, I have been around Minute Man for years and I’ve never seen him perform a blow job.  He’s only let other’s blow him for his one to two minutes, depending.

Cute Young Man pulls off The Voyeur, takes another hit of his brown bottle and goes back to sucking him with abandon.  But the fumes make CYM’s dick wilt.  Minute Man is unhappy.  He stands up, sees me and comes over.  I take care of him in less than 90 seconds.  Bearded Bear has taken over trying to get some life back into CYM’s cock.

I swallow the load.  Minute Man pulls out of my mouth and takes off.  I watch the trio.  I am on the edge of standing up to join them when The Voyeur starts to cum in the CYM’s mouth.  CYM pulls off him letting the cum spray all over his face and on his shirt collar.  It’s hot and unexpected.

The Voyeur cleans up and goes.  Bearded Bear keeps working, but Cute Young Man tells him his dick isn’t going to harden up again.  CYM heads to the restroom—and then home.

I watch porn. 

Sometimes in the company of Bearded Bear, but more often alone.

I call it a night.  The evening has just made me hornier for the Fornication Party.

Some Pictures...while I crawl back into bed...

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