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…

Ross Visits the New Playroom

 My Playroom—March, 2026

Ross, the fist bud I don’t see often enough, reached out with news that he had some free time.  Before I moved, he always came to the old playroom, set up in an upstairs bedroom.  Once he had a house of his own and very little time to meet, I had been taking the sling with me when I went north to visit him.  As we texted, he mentioned he wouldn’t mind seeing my playspace and get out of town for a few hours.  Of course, I encouraged him to come south.

He arrived, looking much more rested than his hectic schedule should allow.  I left him downstairs to undress and returned to my bedroom to strip.  I didn’t bother to tie my robe as I headed down again in jock and boots…

 

Ross is sitting totally naked on the bed as I hang my robe on the doorknob.  I move in front of him and he pulls me closer, so his nose is on the fragrant pouch of my jock.  He inhales.  Deeply.  He sighs and begins licking the fabric.  Eventually, he pulls the pouch to the side.  My cock, swelling and with an angry red head, emerges, slapping him on the chin.  He takes me into his mouth.  His oral work gets my dick drooling.

“Get up on the bench.”   

Ross scrambles to get to place on the flattened bench.  He is still as lithe and thin as when we first met.  His ass juts out, waiting eagerly for my tongue.  I go to my knees and begin tongue fucking him.  I go deep instantly.  It takes so little to open his talented hole.  I jab into him again and again as I slather my rock-hard cock with coconut oil.

I stand up.  I work my cock into him in a steady glide.  He moans.   I bottom out.  I pause—and begin the first fuck.  His eyes have found the mirror to the side.  He watches me pummel his ass.

He has loosened up quickly.  I add two slick fingers alongside my dick.  I love the feeling of my cock moving along them as Ross sighs.  I pull them out, and keeping my cock in place, grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I dip it into the coconut oil.  I pull out and insert the stainless-steel toy.  Ross gasps—in a good way.  He loves the smoothness.  And it’s still slightly cool.  When it is inside him a few inches, I add my cock, with the chilly shaft of the toy under my cock and balls.  This has become a favorite DP item.  Ross loves it—and his hot ass is warming the stainless-steel in record time.  I fuck, letting the head of my dick slam into the toy again and again.

I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I present my cock for him to clean.  Ross loves to taste his hole on me.  He cleans me thoroughly and asks for another fuck.  I slide in along the metal shaft and fuck him hard.

Another cleaning—and we move to the sling.  It’s my turn to devour his hole again.  I tongue him deep.  It feels so different now after the first assault on it.  I soothe his ass lips before I fuck him once again.

I pull out and grab the Ass Grommet.  I lube the inside of it and slip it onto my rampant cock.  My already sizeable piece of meat is now twice as thick.  I add lube and work it into his hole.  Ross takes it easily.  I fuck him, slowly and deliberately.  The toy stays locked in place inside him and my cock fucks through the opening of it.  He groans.  I use this toy so rarely, it is a pleasure to have a man in the sling who can take it.

When I’ve worked the Ass Grommet out of his ass, and his hole open, I begin true fisting.  My left works into him easily.  Soon it’s the right wrist getting his ass to snap down on it.  I go back and forth.  First the left.  Then the right.  Now the left and I add my dick.  It slides down my wrist and through my fingers.  Ross groans, his eyes on the mirror above him.

I pull out and my right hand slips in.  My cock slides down this wrist and through the fingers of this hand.  It’s not quite as comfortable, but really hot to watch and feel.  Ross squeezes down, making me pant.  He releases and I slide out, only to do it all again with my left hand…

*

We take a break.  After his water and my tea, Ross gets back in the sling.  To have a smooth re-opening of his hole, I employ the Seahorse.  He loves the bumps and the curve of the toy.  He takes it curve going up.  Now with the curve going down.  I ask which he likes better.  For some reason, he can’t decide, so I keep working it all the way into him first one way and then the other…

I go back to my hands.  No added dick now.  Left and right.  And back again.

Now my eight fingers work into him back-to-back.  Like a human speculum, I stretch him open.  He sighs, loving it.  I do it again.  Slowly.  As I pull out, I am rewarded with his marvelous rose bud.  I lick it and he squirms in pleasure.

I grab the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a robot’s cock.  He takes it.  Working a little, but I have him so open he takes it easily.  When I pull it out, I do a series of alternating hands again.

“Try for two,” he murmurs.  “I think I’m ready.”

I work the left into him.  My right slides down my left wrist.  I have to work a little to get the knuckles in, but suddenly they are both in place.  I hold.  Barely moving.  The tiniest wiggle of my fingers sets him off in waves of ecstasy.   I keep moving inside him, incredibly slowly, until he tells me I should take them out.

Another break.

I set up the rimseat. 

“To soothe that hole I just ravaged,” I smirk.  I lie down and he closes the seat.  He sits and I begin exploring his hole once again with tongue.  Sitting like this, his rose bud works out easily.  It fills my mouth.  And there is more of it now, than the last time I saw him.  I can barely breath.  And I love it.  I stop jerking myself, it’s so hot.

Ross stands up and rides me for a moment.  I think I might shoot, but then the desire to unload ebbs away.  He sits back on my face, his ass wet again from the invader.  The drip of our mixed juices onto my tongue is taking me over the edge.   Then his rosebud descends again.  I lick it like a man possessed, even as once again, it cuts off my air.

I tap his thighs.  He knows to stand up.

“Sling, if you want my load…”

He’s in it before I can fully stand up.  I am on a mission.  I need my cock in his ass.  Now.  He may not be able to take any more hands, but he is eager for dick.  And the load.  I push into him.  I thrust a dozen or so times. 

“I’m…Oh, fuck!”

And I’m shooting.  Filling the hole that has given me so much pleasure…

Of course, I make him push his rose bud out to see my white cum in the deep red folds.  I lick him clean of my cum as his body shakes….

The Hot Asses of Saturday Afternoon (Part Two)

 Jackson—March, 2026

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I pick up my thrusting speed.  His dick has gotten even bigger.  He jerks it like mad.  I fuck him as hard and as fast as I am able.  My hand slaps his ass.  He groans—and nods, encouraging me to do it again.  I slap his ass once again.  It’s louder this time.  I look up and see the eyes of a man watching us fuck through the crack in the curtains. 

“Again,” the young man whispers.  I smack his ass and keep on plowing him.  Even in the half light of the cabana, it is an incredible turn on to see my cock split his wonderfully hairy ass.  I glance again towards the voyeur behind the entrance curtains.  He makes a move to come into the cubicle.

“No!” squawks the young man, pulling off my cock, before grabbing the fabric and pulling it closed again.   He comes back to me, but it has totally broken the moment.  We agree to do another round of fucking later.

I walk around to the slurp ramp.  With his dick through the hole and grinding against the wall is a man I have met here before.  He is very handsome—and very aware of it.  He is late 50’s with classic movie star looks.  He sees me and nods.  I nod back, but I’m not sure I want to play with him again.  His running monologue as I sucked him (“You like that big dick?  It’s beautiful, isn’t it?  The ladies love it…”) was really tiring.  I escape to the middle room.  A man is in the chair and stroking to the porn, so I sit on the sofa.  We nod to each other.  I think he’s going to come suck me, but he doesn’t.

I stroke.

Hollywood Handsome comes in the door.  He sits next to me on the sofa.  “You wanna suck this beautiful big cock?”  He continues on with his mantra.  Finally, to make him stop, I lean over and take him in my mouth.  It’s a horrible angle, but he doesn’t seem to care.  “I’ve missed your mouth…” I actually stop and look at him.  He’s said something that isn’t about him.  I go back to sucking.

Two men, likely partners, walk in.  “Let us help you with that.”  One kneels in front of each of us.  “We both get big dicks,” the talkative one chirps.  They begin sucking us.  And they are damned good.  I close my eyes and enjoy the hot mouth.  Hollywood Handsome has a new man to enthrall with his ego.

The guys suck us for a long time.  They keep going until their knees are obviously aching.  They thank us and take off.  HH stands up.  I think he’s leaving, too. But he grabs my head and pulls me onto his cock.  “I was saving it for you…” he mumbles—and he starts shooting a massive load down my throat…

*

I am alone in the back room.  The medical table is empty.  I sit in the lone chair where I began the day.  Shaved Head comes in.  “May I have one for the road?  We’re taking off soon.”

I nod and let him go to work.  I love how every man who’s been on my dick today feels so different.  I close my eyes and let him go to work.  His mouth is all over my balls, something he doesn’t always do.  I sigh.  His tongue slowly moves up my shaft.

I open my eyes as I hear men come into the room.  It’s White Beard and a couple of others.  WB stands to the side and caresses my useless nipples through my sweatshirt.  Shaved Head works a little more, but soon excuses himself.

“Want another turn on my ass?”

“Sure.”

This time, he keeps his feet on the floor and presses his chest to the medical table.  I kneel and eat his ass.  When I look up, WB has another guy in his mouth.  A third strokes nearby.

I stand up and slide in.  The change of angle is good.  And it’s easier to give his ass an occasional whack with the palm of my hand.  He is groaning around the cock in his mouth.  That guy pulls out and slaps his wet cock on White Beard’s cheek.  WB pants and the cock is thrust back into his mouth once more.  I keep plowing, reveling in the wetness of his ass.

“You want a turn?” I ask the stroker.  He shakes his head.

The three of us keep at it until we all need to take a break.  As White Beard retrieves his pants, an older man steps forward from the knot of men in the doorframe.

“You want my ass now?”

It’s the older man who asked me earlier in the day.  I nod and he drops his pants on the floor near the table.  His shirt follows.  Naked, he sits and rolls back onto the table top.  He grabs his legs, holding them around his knees.  I spit on his ass as I grease up my cock.  As much as I love to rim, it doesn’t ‘feel right’ and I go with gut.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans and his throbbingly erect cock begins to shrivel as I stretch out his guts.

“Take my ass!”  he mumbles.  “Use me.”

I pummel his hole.  I feel it before I smell it.  I slow down, pull out and he’s a mess.  I go to wash up.  Fortunately, there is plenty of liquid soap…

*

The clean up has taken the steam out of my pursuit of ass.  The Middle Eastern young man with the hairy ass, asks for another round.  I tell him my dick needs a moment—which is the absolute truth. 

I decide to go out to the car and eat my packed lunch.  On the way out, I see Julian, the man I usually fuck at the other bookstore.  I tell him I’m just taking a break and will be back inside soon.

I eat.  I sip the last of my now tepid tea.  I am ready to go back in. I go in pursuit of Julian.  But I can’t find him.  Fuck!

I let a man suck on my cock in the back room.  Suddenly, Julian appears.  He watches the blow job, but the sucker is not fond of an audience.  He gets up and leaves and Julian starts stripping.  “Fuck me?”

“Of course.” 

He is soon naked, but for socks.  He keeps his feet on the floor and bends, chest to the table.  I eat his ass.  He must have been lucky while I ate lunch—I can taste the lube in his hole.

I stand up and slide in.  The moment my entire length is inside him, the Middle Eastern guy appears at the door.  He stands, transfixed, watching me fuck someone else.  I begin a slow in and out.  I pick up the pace.  It’s a smooth glide, deep into his butt.

“Oh, fuck,” says Julian.  “You don’t mind fucking in someone’s cum do you?  There’s a load in there.” 

“I love that,” I tell him.  The young man at the door takes out his hefty cock.  He begins to stroke to our fuck.

I fuck Julian harder.  I have found the load—I can feel it all over my cock.  I slowly pull out and watch some try to escape his tight pucker.  I go to my knees and begin to felch him.  I push most of the drool of cum back into him, swallowing some of it.

“That cum tastes so good,” I murmur, more for the guy watching than for Julian.  Julian groans and the young guy beats his cock faster.

I stand up.  My cock head pushes the other man’s cum back into Julian.  I am not going to be able to last.  His hole now feels awash with semen.  I churn the load—and am suddenly filling him up with mine.  Spurt after spurt.  I grab his hips and hold on.  He squeezes down on me, milking out every drop…

The Hot Asses of Saturday Afternoon (Part One)

 Jackson—March, 2026

I loved playing around with Cute College Kid on Friday, but I didn’t get off.  On Saturday, I woke up with a cock demanding release.  I had had great fun on Saturday afternoons at the bookstore with the medical table and the slurp ramp.  I packed a lunch—and off I went…

 

The parking lot is jammed with cars.  I pay the cute cashier and go into the lounge.  It’s crowded.  The first people I see are Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One from my usual haunt.  They smile and nod to me.  I walk around.  There are at least 20 men here, maybe more as the place is so sprawling and they are so spread out.  My usual chair in the main room is occupied, so I go back to the room with the medical table.  I sit in the only chair in the room and stroke to the porn.  Guys appear in the doorframe.  They look but move on.

But not Shaved Head.  He comes in and gives me perfect warm-up head to get me at my hardest.  He spends quite some time on my dick before patting me on the shoulder and going to find someone who will give him a load.  I sit for a moment.  A man around my age appears, kneels and sucks me.  He has a very different style to Shaved Head, with much more tongue action.  He sucks until his knees give out.  He wanders off.  I stand up and, not bothering to hide my cock, walk back into the main room, letting my hard dick bounce invitingly.

“You’re here!”

I turn to the man.  He is around my age.  His beard is long and white.  I know I’ve fucked him before.

“My ass is ready for you,” he tells me.

“Lead the way…”

We head off to the medical table.  I adjust it for my height while he strips naked but for socks.  He doesn’t bother to suck me; he wants it in his ass.  He lies on the medical table.  I go to my knees and begin licking his hairless hole.  He groans.

We already have three men watching us.  One of them comes over, unzips and sticks his hardening dick in White Beard’s mouth.  WB’s moans sound even sexier with a dick muffling them.  I stand up.  I am lubed and ready.  I push the head in.

“Fuuuck…” He croons around the cock he’s sucking.

Every inch of me is buried in his hot ass.  I hold a moment longer and then begin a slow in and out.  Soon, I am building to a faster tempo.  The guy whose cock is being sucked watches me pump into him.  “Damn…” he mutters.

The crowd of men in the doorway come closer.  A couple have their dicks out—and soon there is a man on his knees sucking one of the bystanders.  A guy, in late 50’s and fit, comes over.  He takes out his cock and strokes it hard, never taking his gaze away from my pumping.

“You want a turn?” I ask him.

“Yeah…”

I fuck for few more minutes until he seems ready.  I pull out.  The guy in White Beard’s mouth has stopped feeding him—and is just stroking.  The new guy takes aim at the wet hole I’ve left gaped.  His head touches the target—and goes soft.  I go to my knees and begin sucking his dick.  It hardens right back up.  He tries for the ass again.  The same thing happens.  I suck him again.  He’s hard.  This time he makes it into the guy’s hole.  But his dick wilts fast.  He pulls out and tells me to fuck him again.  I slip in and do just that.  The would-be fucker sticks his wet dick in White Beard’s mouth.  He hardens right up.  A few more strokes and he gives him a load to swallow…

*

I am taking a break on the couch in the middle room.  The porn is good.  A man in his 60’s approaches.  “I saw you fucking that guy.  That is just what I need.”

I tell him to find me a little later as I’m on break.  He nods and moves off. 

Shaved Head finds me and gives me another good oral workout.

Then a truck driver type can’t get enough of my dick in his mouth.  He beats a hot uncut cock as he does me.  But he won’t let me return the favor.  “I’d cum the moment you touched me,” he confesses.

I wander.  All the gloryholes are being used.  I stand at the end of the slurp ramp and look at the three men pressed against the plywood wall.  They all seem to be enjoying the anonymous mouths on the other side.

My shoulder is tapped.  I turn.  A very handsome young man is standing there.  He really sticks out as the average age today is high in the 50’s.  He is likely from the Middle East.  His skin tone is gorgeous.  His black hair curls.  He leans in and whispers in my ear: “You fuck, yes?”

I nod.  He pulls me toward the only empty cabana.  I shut the curtain as best I can once we’re inside.  He drops his pants, revealing a hefty cock and a gloriously hairy ass.  He bends to pick up his trousers and toss them on the bench.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his ass crack.  Fuck!  All that hair.  I begin to lick his hole.  He drops his jeans and steadies himself by holding the side wall of the cabana.

My tongue goes deep and he groans.  I can’t stop eating his hole.  The young man begins pushing back on my invading tongue.

“Nice…” he manages, being a little breathless now.

I want to fuck.  I stand up, my cock rampant. 

“Here,” he whispers and hands me a condom.

I inwardly sigh but dig in my pocket for a Magnum.  “I need a bigger one,” I tell him—which makes him smile.  And that smile renews my need to get inside this young man—even if it’s covered.

I suit up, lubing my cock before rolling down the latex.  I lube my covered shaft.  The young man bends, jutting his butt at me again.  I go in.  I feel the temperature change.  His ass is hot, even with the latex.  I miss the wetness—but I fuck him.  Slowly, to get him used to my length and girth.

“Harder,” he demands.  “Take me!”

I pick up my thrusting speed.  His dick has gotten even bigger.  He jerks it like mad.  I fuck him as hard and as fast as I am able.  My hand slaps his ass.  He groans—and nods, encouraging me to do it again.  I slap his ass once again.  It’s louder this time.  I look up and see the eyes of a man watching us fuck through the crack in the curtains. 

“Again,” the young man whispers.  I smack his ass and keep on plowing him…

 

(There is so much more to come.  But I have reached my 1200+ words…)

Cute College Kid Takes Charge

 Near Home—March, 2026

 

I was really active in March.  I loved that the playroom was getting a lot of use, but I also wanted the variety of the bookstore.  On a Friday towards the end of the month, I visited in the afternoon…

 

There are five or six men in the theatre.  When I sit in my usual chair and take out my cock, there are now three of us jerking.  One man, a youngish 40-something is stroking to the porn he’s playing on his phone.  He is oblivious to the rest of the room.

The other man, to my left and around my age, is glued to the bottle of poppers under his nose.  He turns from one screen to the other, seemingly entranced by both videos.  He nods to me in a friendly way—not in the ‘come suck my cock’ kind of way.

We stroke.  Other men make a show of not looking at the cocks on display.

Suddenly, the Popper Guy stands up to spew his load on the floor.  I get up and kneel two steps aways from him so he can decide if he wants to use my mouth.  He walks over and shoves his not fully hard cock into me.  He fucks my face.

The poppers are making him wobbly.  He sits.  “Let me suck you,” he mumbles.  I stand up and let him do just that.  When I begin to fuck his face (and the popper fumes have worn off) he fully erects.  He begins moaning around my cock and I know he’s ready.  I kneel and take his load.  He shoots a lot of surprisingly sweet cum across my tongue and down my throat.  He holds onto me to make sure I get every drop.

He takes off to the restroom and then out the door.  I sit in my chair.  An old man to my left motions me over.  He was not jerking before, but must have started when the sucking began.  He takes his hand off his cock with a whispered: “Please…”

I kneel and suck him.  Almost instantly his body shakes.  He is having an intense orgasm—with absolutely no load.  I work on him, not sure if he’s done, until it’s obvious from his writhing that he needs me to stop.  He thanks me profusely and walks out…

*

I stroke.  A couple of men who never touched themselves or anyone else leave.  New arrivals take their place.  One guy, bald and with more than a few extra pounds, sits next to me.  He’s a talker.  He loves to comment on what is happening on the screen.  We are both watching the straight screen.  He mentions the young women, the hot men, how big the cocks are and rates the women on how well they give head.

He has unzipped and is stroking his three inch, uncut cock while he natters on to me.  He tells me how much he loves oral sex.  How hot having a mouth on his dick is.  How he loves to use his tongue.  Finally, as an extended cocksucking scene is on the screen, he uses the phrase “I could suck him better than she could.”

“Show me.”

He turns and looks at me.  Then gets up and lowers himself to his knees, using the arms of the chair to get to the floor.  “I can’t wait to suck this beauty,” he whispers.  He opens his mouth and takes me in.

He’s terrible.  His teeth are everywhere.  I am in fear that he will severely nick me.  I give him a minute before I pat him on the shoulder and tell him I really need to piss.  I get up, do that (I actually have some to get rid of) and go back, sitting down in my chair.

He begins to talk about oral sex again.  Now it’s wearing, not hot.  I decide to shut him up.  I go to my knees.  “This is how you suck dick.”  I take all three inches in my mouth.  My tongue is all over him.  He’s surprised and so turned on he shoots within two minutes.  I use my tongue to get all his semen out of the folds of his foreskin. 

He takes off—and I jerk in peace.

Cute College Kid arrives.  He sees me, smiles and heads for the chair next to me.  He sits for just long enough to shrug out of his coat.  He stands up and steps out of his pants.  There is no underwear.  He moves in front of me, his rampant cock swinging.  He grabs the back of my head to guide me in and at the last-minute turns so my mouth is on his hot ass.  He holds me there, grinding his ass against my face—and then bends slightly so I have full access to his hole.  I am totally surprised—but loving this.  I am rampant myself.  I forget about jerking and work on giving his the best rimjob possible.

CCK pulls away from me.  “Now fuck me.”  He kneels on his chair and hisses:  “And cum in me this time!” 

I get up and kneel behind him.  I can’t get enough of his ass on my tongue.  I work him open a little more before I stand up.  I slide into his spit slicked hole.  He gasps.  I fuck him slowly.  Relentlessly.

I am doing deep knee bends with the depth of the chair seat.  He realizes this and carefully gets his feet to the floor, never making me miss a stroke.  This is so much better.  I pick up the pace.  Cute College Kid is groaning.  At least one man watching us has taken his dick out to jerk to the live porn.

Without any warning, CCK pulls off me and splatters a load on the floor.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  I love licking him clean.

“Sorry,” he whispers as he sits and pulls out his phone.  “I will feed you properly with load two.”

He scrolls for about ten minutes.  I jerk.  He touches my arm and I can see he’s hard again.  I go to the floor, avoiding the jizz puddle, and begin sucking his cock.  He pants.  He pulls me off the shaft and pushes me down to his tight balls.  I lick his slightly musky sack and he strokes.  In moments, his free hand guides me up to take his load.  He holds me in place as he unloads—as if I’d want to be anywhere else…

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