Finding More Loads for Rudy

 Near Home—June, 2026

I was not satisfied with just the one cum load I got and saved for Rudy’s ass (detailed in the last post).  I did something I rarely do—I went back the very next day to see if I could get more...

 

The place is crowded when I arrive.  I have to sit on the side wall near the straight screen.  There is a man standing a couple of seats from me.  He’s not particularly attractive, but he is stroking a beautiful, large cock.  I take a moment to get out my dick—and I lose out.  A man from across the room comes over to him and sucks him off rather noisily.

Damn.

I stroke to the blowjob—and once the guy shoots, to the straight video, as it’s the only one I can see from where I’m sitting.

The door opens and a hot young man comes in.  I’ve seen him here before and know he loves older men’s experienced mouths.  I start to get up—and again, the same cocksucker beats me to him.  I watch them.  The younger guy takes some time, but he soon leaves with his balls lighter. 

I am going to have to step up my game or this cocksucker is going to get all the available cum.  I watch my competition try for another.  This time he’s rebuffed.  He sits back down and pulls out his phone.

I stroke.

The door opens and a man around my age and build comes in.   He has shoulder length hair and a wicked grin.  He sits next to me.  Soon he is stroking my cock for me.  The cocksucker across the room is all agog.  I actually have someone that he didn’t get to first.  I finally reach over and grope the tall guy’s basket.  He’s hardening up under his denim.  I ask him if I can suck him.  He declines and gets up, moving quickly to the restroom.

Damn!

Then he’s back, sitting a seat away from me.  Four minutes later, he has his dick out—thin and uncut, but not hard.   In another five minutes he’s decided that he wants my mouth after all.  He waves me over.

The other cocksucker glowers at me as I kneel.   I spend a lot of time on this guy.  Even with every trick I know, I can’t really get him to harden up.  I’m just about ready to call it when suddenly his dick swells.  In that moment he empties his balls.  His cock wilts instantly—but I have a mouthful of cum.

I go to my seat, pull out a condom and drool the cum into the latex as he watches me intently.  On his way to the restroom again, he asks what I’m doing.  I tell him it’s for my boyfriend—which seems easier than the whole truth.

An old man with a micro dick has been beating, well, pinching at his dick, to the porn—and to my giving head.  I see him pull out a bandana, as he’s about to cum.  I knock his hand away and take the load.  His balls under this tiny dick are massive—and they give me every drop they’ve made.  I decide to put this huge load in a separate condom.  He watches me drool it down into a Magnum, but he doesn’t ask why…

One of the guys watching me is the Latino who loves to be fucked but never cleans out.  He has been stroking to my two blowjobs.  He waves to his fat uncut cock.  “You want?” he asks.  I go over.  He’s on the edge, too.  I take his load in my mouth.  I drool it into yet another condom.

There is a slight lull.  The other cocksucker leaves.  New men arrive. 

A young Latino who is not a regular, but who I recognize, approaches me.  He kneels and sucks my cock.  The three loads I’ve saved in quick succession has made me ready to shoot—and his mouth feels terrific.  “Damn, you’re gonna make me cum,” I mumble—and he all but leaps away from me.

“Not in my mouth,” he tells me.

At that moment, Julian, the load donor from yesterday, walks in.  He nods and goes to the corner near the gay screen.  He begins to strip—which means he’s prepped for fucking.  I go over and he leans into the chair letting me rim his slightly hairy hole.  I go up and down his crack—before really drilling into him with my tongue.  He groans.

“I wanted your cock in me yesterday,” he mumbles.

My dick is more than ready.  I push into him.  He gasps at the hard anal attack, but soon is milking my dick for all he’s worth.

“You want this load?” I grate out.

“You know I do…”

I take a hit of poppers.  I thrust a few more times and stop dead, deep inside him.  I feel myself start to ooze the load out of my cock.   I pull out—and the load comes, too.  I go to my knees and begin eating the cum I’ve just deposited in his hole.  Julian groans.  My dick hasn’t gone down—it is still raging, thanks to the vapors.  As my head clears, I feel I can shoot more.  I stand up and start to push into his hole once more.  But my cock rebels—it fires all over his stretched hole.  I watch some more cum slide into him to replace what I’ve licked out. 

But then I’m on my knees and licking it all up.  I swallow—before I realize I should have saved it, as Rudy would love that story of where it’s been…

Julian stands, rather shaky.  “Did you shoot in me or on me?”

“Both.”

Well, damn…” he grins.

And that really does sum up my whole afternoon…

Two and a Half Million

 

Sometime in the early hours of today, we hit a milestone:  my readers have visited From My Side of the Sling two and half million times.  2,500,855 as this goes to print.

That is an amazing number to me.  I started blogging in 2011 just as it was going out of fashion.  I found that I had a very different voice of so many at that time.  I didn’t exaggerate the number of my conquests.  I wrote the truth—and my readers could tell.   Some saw themselves.  Some saw the man they wanted to be.

And some saw the man they wanted inside them.  I have met so many wonderful people thanks to sharing my story.  Some personally in the playroom.  Some with emails telling me their innermost secrets. 

The set up of Blogger lets me see where the blog is read.  I have readers worldwide, but I am especially moved that my writing is finding men in countries where being gay is a crime.   

There was a time during the pandemic and right after when readership was incredibly low.  I thought of stopping.  What was the point?  I held on.  Right now, the daily numbers have never been higher.  I am sure that I will be floating around the ether for some time to come. 

So, thank you readers—those that have stuck with me for years and those who are just finding these pages.  Knowing you are out there is what makes me continue to sit down every other morning and write.

You can trust I will continue with the precept with which I started writing this blog:  reporting the good, the odd, the explosive…the truth.

Rudy Wants a Devil's Dick

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Keith Buys a Sling

 Jackson—June, 2026

The very next day after my Saturday afternoon at the bookstore (with the medical table) I got a text from Kane, the hot young man with the furry ass.  He wanted to meet at the same place.  I couldn’t say no.  He got there before me and commandeered one of the gloryhole booths.  I found him.  I went to my knees as he arched his back and ate his hairy hole.  I got him good and wet, stood and pushed in. 

We could both tell almost instantly that he had rushed his cleanout.  I hoped he’d do a rinse in the restroom—but instead he opted to take off.  I stayed and played a little.  But the Sunday crowd was small and my heart wasn’t in it.  I went home.  Feeling a little blue balled… 

 

Saugatuck—June, 2026

Which was why I was thrilled to get a text on Monday from Keith.  He had bought a sling.  It had just been delivered and he was itching to get into it.  Did I have the afternoon available?  I did—and off I went…

 

Keith has actually bought three pieces of sex furniture.  There is a sling with a very compact frame that makes it look odd to me.  He now has a rimseat that looks a lot like mine and a ‘sex swing’ that neither of us can figure out how to get into it. A package deal, I believe.

We strip—and head for the huge bed where we always start our meets at his house.  I lie spreadeagled.  Keith crawls between my legs and buries his handsome face into the pouch of my jock.  His tongue is all over the rough fabric.  He moans and digs under the side of the pouch and frees my cock.  He swallows me, slightly tumescent, but I quickly harden all the way as his skilled mouth goes to work.

Keith can’t stop licking me.  My balls get reverential treatment.  My perineum is treated to the same exquisite tongue lapping.  He keeps returning to my dripping cock head, swabbing up the precum.  I know to lie there and let him get his fill.

His own cock is rock hard from working me over.  It distends the pouch of his jock.  But I don’t reach for it.  I want his ass.

“Keep licking, but turn for me.”

He knows what I want.  He turns, straddling my chest, his face above my cock and his ass right where I can lift my head and tongue it.  I begin—as he goes back to deep throating my dick at this new angle.  I bury my face in his ass crack.  He is lightly haired back here.  I begin matting it with my tongue.

Soon I am drilling into his hole.  He groans around my cock in his throat.  I spit and poke it inside his slowly opening hole.  But I want more.

“Sit on my face.”

He moves so his legs are folded by my ears.  He sits gingerly, letting me get into him.  Then he really settles onto my face.  I love a good rimseat—but sometimes you just want the full weight of the man on your face.  Today, at this moment, that is what I want.  Need, actually.  I feel like I am incredibly deep inside him.  Keith groans loudly.  I pull his cheeks even farther apart and burrow into him.

I need to fuck.  I slap his ass with both hands.  He goes to all fours, facing the end of the bed.  I slide out from under him, grab the coconut oil off the bedside table and liberally apply it to my hard, wet cock.  I push into him.  Slowly.  He groans.  He exhales with each inch I work into him.

My overgrown bush is finally rubbing against his ass cheeks.  I hold another moment and begin the first fuck of the day.  Slow.  Exploratory.  Letting him feel my full length on every stroke.  I speed up.  His ass feels great,  Wet and clingy.  I am soon slamming into him, my panting matching his.

“Let’s move to your new sling.”

I pull out.  His hole gapes.  I bend and soothe it with my tongue.  We go out to the living room where the sling has been set up.  We spend some time getting the sling high enough for how tall I am.   Keith gets into it.  He tells me he’s comfortable and I begin eating his hole again.  I can’t get enough of it today.  I swear I can taste myself deep inside him.

I stand up.  I fuck.  The sling moves well with me.  He is at the perfect height to give his hole a hard fucking.  I grab the side bars and pump into Keith as hard as I know how.  I slow.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.  It is incredibly juicy now.  I lick and swallow—which makes my cock even harder.  I stand up and plow into him once again.

I suggest we move back to the bed.  I am thinking the rimseat is handy there—and I don’t care who gets under it first.  Before I can say anything, Keith is on all fours on the bed—right by the edge so I can fuck standing up.  Of course I slide into him. 

I fuck.

Keith moans.

And everything changes.  My balls need release.  Now.  My cock goes into overdrive.  I pummel his ass.  Keith is panting.  “You’re going to load me, aren’t you….”

I grunt something that sounds affirmative.  I can’t believe I’m going to shoot so soon—but my balls have had the two previous days of play without shooting.  They want release.  Right now.

I try to slow down—but I can’t.

“FUCK!”

I begin firing into him.  Keith groans and clamps down on me, milking my cock for every drop.  I stand stock still and let him do it.  When he releases me, I slide out and kneel to lick up the pearl of cum escaping his hole. 

Keith rolls over.  He begins jerking his dick.  I slide a finger into his cummy hole.  I find his prostate and begin teasing it.  In no time, he shoots all over his hairy chest.  I swab it up and finger it into his hole to mix with mine…

The Hot Ass on the Medical Table

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Saturday Night at the Sex Club: "I Want Your Cock to Open Me Up"

 Lansing—June, 2026

 

(This picks up right after the last post…)

 

I was more than ready for my picnic supper that I’d packed and left in the car.  I drove to a shady spot a few blocks away from the sex club and relaxed.  I ate.  I read a little.  But soon enough, I wanted to get back and see what was happening…

 

The atmosphere has changed.  Men are now on the hunt with much more determination.  I make the tour.  I get some head in the maze from a hot Italian guy.  He likes my cock—but as soon as he realizes I’m not giving up a load, he loses interest. 

I wander. 

I go piss. 

As I am leaving the restroom, a stunning woman enters.  She is in a short, tight skirt with a blouse tied at the midriff.  We nod to each other and I go back to my rounds.  I end up in the main lounge, watching some BDSM porn.  Men are sprinkled around the room watching the various screens. 

The woman walks in.  She goes to the stripper pole and begins swinging around on it, arching her ass to the man sitting closest to her.  He gets up and caresses the curves.  The skirt is short to begin with and it rides up as the man has his hands all over her ass.  There is no underwear—and I get a flash of a cock cage.  Well, well…I rarely see Transwomen who are totally passable.  But here’s one—and she is working the room, engaging all the men here.  She chooses one and they go to the other end of the building, trailing most of the other spectators. 

I go into the dark room.  I sit on a chair in the corner.  Soon a man crawls out from a dark corner and feasts on my cock.  I can’t see anything about him.  But his mouth is good.  When he’s had enough, he crawls away into the blackness.

I wander.  I find the hot Transwoman on all fours on a couch near the gloryholes.  She has a guy in her mouth and another in her ass.  As I watch, a large dollop of her precum drips from the cock cage onto the couch.  The man in her ass gets off.  He’s condomed—and it’s very full.  She disengages from the man in her mouth, sees me and comes over.  She stands next to me and bends to play with my hard cock.  Her ass is inches from my face.  I begin to tongue her freshly fucked hole.  Her cock oozes again—but this time my hand is there to catch it.  I smear her precum on her asshole and lick it up.  She moans.  Her hands are all over my cock, but she has yet to put it in her mouth.  I finally ask if I can fuck her.  She turns and whispers in my ear.  “Honey, you’re just too big.”

She chooses a man sporting a regulation six incher and leads him to a booth with no doors.  A crowd watches her suck him and then to get fucked.  This time it’s bareback.  It’s a fun watch, but I know I won’t change her mind.

I go back to the dark room.  This time I’m the one who sucks an anonymous dick in the back corner.  He holds my head as soon as he knows he’s going to shoot.  He gives me a big load to swallow.

He leaves and I stand up.  But before I can tuck my cock away, a hand reaches out and takes it.  His hand is large—with thick fingers.  He strokes me briefly, before he goes to his knees and begins to suck.  I touch his head.  It’s clean shaven.  I know nothing else about him other than he gives good head…

*

I wander. 

In a hidden alcove, I find the hot Transwomen taking another man in her ass.  He has a pencil thin dick.  She told me the truth; she likes them small.  He pistons into her fast and furious.  I don’t bother to wait for his cumshot.

I go to the gloryholes.  Sitting in the one without a door is a hot young man.  He’s thin and stroking the curved version of my dick.  He sees mine hanging out of my jeans and motions me over.  He hefts it.  I touch his.  His mouth covers my cock.  Not for long—more of a sampling than good head.

“We are so alike,” he says, as my dick leaves his mouth.  Other than 40 years difference in age, I almost say, but stop myself.  “We are the cream of the crop.  We can have anyone here we want, just by showing them our dicks…”  He hefts me again, kisses the tip and all but sends me on my way.

I hear the sling.  It’s a hetero couple—and they have closed the doors of the caged surround.  No additional cocks needed.  But he does have a cute ass that’s fun to watch pound her.

I wander.

I go back to the dark room.  There is a threesome happening.  I make it four as one of them pulls me into it.  The four of us are wildly different in size and age—and no one cares.  All of us suck.  All of us get sucked.  It’s an oral free for all—and I can barely see the participants, except for the diversity of dicks.  Three white, one black.  Two cut, two uncut.  It’s a great moment.  And none of us want to stop.  It’s all about the pleasure of the suck and the sharing.  It’s not cum driven at all—though I sense we’d all welcome it if it happened.

Finally, one man pulls away and leaves.  Then another.  The guy left keeps sucking me.  Then his damn phone goes off and he is lit for a moment as he turns off the ringer.  He’s gorgeous and half my age.  He goes back to work…but the spell has been broken.

I wander.

The next time I check the dark room, a man is obviously bent over in the back corner and taking it in the ass.  I move carefully.  I can’t see much—but there is a ring of hard cocks around him.  I stroke and wait my turn.

I feel movement next to me.  “There you are Daddy.”  It’s hard to tell at first, but it’s the young man with the big curved dick.  He’s with a handsome older man.

“Ask him,” the guy says to the younger one.

Curved Dick looks at me for a moment.  Then: “I don’t get fucked very often—but I want your cock to open me up.  Will you?”

“Sure.”

We move to the other corner of the dark room, where it is slightly lighter.  He drops his pants and leans on his friend, arching his ass to me.  I go to my knees and begin rimming him.  He groans.  It sounds really loud in this small, dark space.  I love that the other bottom being railed begins being vocal about his pleasure, too.  I lick and spit, getting his small, tight hole open.  I stand up. The guy reaches back to me with a condom.  A regular sized one—that wouldn’t fit him either.

“I have a Magnum.”

He turns, making sure I roll it on.  Then gets back in position.  I inch into him.  Truly.  So tight.  I rub his back, hoping to relax him.  I am finally halfway in.  I begin a slow in and out.  I add more lube—and work all the way in again.  He is moaning and beating his cock with his right hand, while his left is around the neck and shoulder of his friend.

“He’s a tight one,” his friend murmurs.  “He won’t let me fuck him, you should feel…”  He never finishes the sentence as the young man groans.  It’s almost as if he shot—but he hasn’t. 

“Fuck me harder,” he grunts out.

I try.  I get almost my entire length into him.  But he has not relaxed.  I pull out and start all over again.  This time, my full-length pumps into him.  He yelps and pulls off me, twisting around to face me.  “I can’t.  Sorry…”

He pulls up his pants and is gone.

The bottom in the corner seems to be done, too.

I wander.

I see the younger man who was my first fuck when this space opened after the fire.  He’d sucked me forever this afternoon as I had the daddy in my mouth.  I ask if he wants a load.  He does.  We go to the maze.

He strips off his pants, leaning on the back of a chair.  “Breed me, Daddy.”

I kneel and taste his hole.  He’s been busy tonight—though I hadn’t seen him once this evening.  There is load leaking out of him.  I lap it up.  Perfect.  I swallow, stand up and push in.

“Churn those loads,” he moans.

“More than one?”

He moans.  “At least three…”

I pick up the pace.  “Well, here’s number four!”

And I’m there.  Firing deep into his fucking cummy ass…

Saturday Afternoon at the Sex Club: "I'd Love You in My Ass"

 Lansing—June, 2026

 

I needed a different cruising ground.  I wanted to see new faces. So, I went up to the venue where there are screens of porn but also a sling, a fuck bench, glory holes, a maze and tons of dark corners to get lost in.  I also wanted to mix with two crowds—gay (in the afternoon) and bisexual (on this Saturday night.)  I arrived in the late afternoon.  I paid for my ticket and ventured in…

 

The parking lot had been fairly full when I arrived just after 4pm.  But, once I’m inside the vast building, it seems, at least at first, that there aren’t many people here.  I wander and check the spaces.  Near the maze is a new room still cordoned off as it’s under construction.  I am quite sure they are building a glory hole wall to display your ass.  There are three large holes and I can see the platforming behind the hole for the person to lie on. 

I go into the maze and interrupt a blowjob happening between two men my age.  I nod and leave quickly as they make no move to include me.  I watch some porn in the common area.  And take out my dick.  I stroke a bit.  Then I walk, my dick hanging out, to see if any men are at the gloryholes.  I go into the only open booth and stick my cock through the hole.  Instantly hands are all over me.  Then, a hot, wet mouth.  Way too soon the sucking stops.  I pull out—and hear the sucker whisper “Come to my booth.”

I nod (not that he can likely see me) and go next door.  I prefer this anyway as I like to touch the guy doing the work.  I can see absolutely nothing in his booth.  But I can tell the man is short.  He kneels and begins sucking me again.  I touch his head and feel the tight curls of a Black man.  He slobbers all over my dick—making the hottest moans.

Suddenly, all is illuminated.  Some guy is shining the flashlight on his phone through a hole behind us so he can see what we’re doing.  My sucker is young—no more than 35 and good looking.  I move slightly so the offending light hits my back and the booth is once again in darkness. 

“I love your dick, Daddy,” he whispers. 

“Thanks.  You’re good…”

He goes back to work, showing me just how good he is at servicing sizeable cocks.  I am soon covered with his deep throat saliva.  His hand helps coat my shaft with it.  My eyes have adjusted—and I can see a little more now.

“Do you fuck?  I’d love you in my ass.”

“Sure…”

I grab the lube out of my shirt pocket as he kneels on a small chair I’d been kicking in the dark.  He pulls his shorts down.  He has a terrific bubble butt.  There is just room for me to kneel.  I begin licking his hole.  He moans.  “Eat me out, Daddy…Get me ready for you…”

His words spur me to go even deeper with my tongue.  He tastes of soap and a hint of man sweat.  Delicious.  I stand up, my cock rock hard.  I slide into him.  He’s the tightest hole I’ve had in ages.  I have to inch into him.  But he’s game.  He pants and inch by inch I’m allowed inside him.  I push a little—and suddenly I am buried in him to the hilt.  He is vocal—and the guy with the damn flashlight is back.  But it’s nice to see my very pale cock imbedded in this perfectly shaped ebony ass.

I begin a slow fuck.  Barely moving.  But the young man is feeling it.  He is groaning now.  I also hear him begin to jerk his cock.

“Harder, Daddy.  Rip me up…”

I pick up the pace.  Soon, I am slamming into him.

“That’s it!  Fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot!!”

“Do it,” I bark out.

He does, moments later.  I can feel his ass spasm with each spurt.  He collapses over the back of the chair, helping me disengage.  I start to leave, but the young man swivels around.  “Please…”

I turn back.  He lifts my dick and licks his ass juices off me.  I haven’t shot, but I am suddenly tender.  He finishes up and I thank him.

“No, thanks you.  I can finally go home…”

I go to the restroom to piss.  There is no need to even rinse my dick…

*

I go and sit in the alcove formed at the end of the maze.  I really want to catch my breath, but if a dick appears in a glory hole, I’m fine with that.  Instead, I get a thin white guy, likely in his 50’s, walk into the space.  He sees me sitting there and unzips.  It takes no time at all to relieve him of his load so he can get home to the family dinner.

I stay there.  Another guy, an older Black man, walks in.  He sees my dick and kneels in front of me.  He sucks me until his knees give out.

I wander.

I go to the dark room and am followed in by a white guy in his 30’s.  He gives me adequate head.  He offers his ass.  I fuck him.  After the great first fuck this one is nothing but vaguely pleasant friction.  He seems to like it more than I do.

I wander.

I end up in the main room with four video screens and couches.  I sit in the most comfortable chair and stroke.  I am eyed by every man who passes.  There is middle aged Black man in really great shape, leading a much older white guy around who is vaguely dressed as the opposite sex—and a dog collar.  The Master stops him with a tug on the D ring on the collar.

“May my girl suck your dick?” he asks me.

I am not impressed—but what the hell?  I nod. 

I’m glad I did.  His/Her mouth is terrific.  The Master even brings a couch cushion over for his slave to kneel on.  It seems like every man in the place, at some point, walks by, stops and watches for a bit and either moves on or sits somewhere in the vast room to masturbate to us. 

A burly white guy, in very short shorts, stops to watch.  He moves near my shoulder and starts asking me questions—while most of the time suppling his own answers.  He is also groping himself.  Soon the shorts open, revealing a thick, uncut cock.

There is movement between my legs.  The Master is guiding my sucker onto another dick.  He gives me a thumbs up by way of thanks and walks the two of them to one of the couches.

“May I?”

I look and standing on the other side of me is the first man I fucked in this space once they reopened after the recent fire. I nod and he goes to work.  The uncut guy at my other shoulder is stroking hard.  I give him my mouth.  Soon, he is fucking my face.  My free hand snakes under his balls and finds his hole.  He groans—telling me with no words that I have found his happy place.  He takes a finger.  Then I lube a finger and soon am giving him two.   I look down at the guy sucking and he seems very happy slurping on my drooling cock.  I add a third finger into the standing guy.  I am rewarded with rope after rope of jizz down my throat.  The guy bellows out his orgasm, making my sucker stop sucking.

The crowd disperses.  I need to wash my fingers…and, after that, it seems like a good break time for dinner…

 

Next time my evening there where I can’t stay out of the dark room…