The Perfect Afternoon

 Near Home—October, 2026

 

There are days that you go looking for sex and you come up with nothing, or so little it wasn’t worth the effort.  Other times you can have so much action that it’s hard to believe it was all in one afternoon.  The first of October, a Thursday afternoon was a true cornucopia of hot sex falling into my lap…

 

I go in.  There are three men seated around the room.  They are all older than me.  Two of them are flogging dicks that don’t seem to be hard.  The third man is groping himself—watching everyone else.  I take out my cock.  The moment it gets hard, the older man in the corner stands up.  He walks around me to get to my left side.  He grabs my head and pulls it towards his crotch.  I open and take in his semi-erect cock.  His balls explode on contact.  I am flooded with semen.  I can barely swallow it all.  But I do. 

Elapsed time:  two and a half minutes after arrival.

The other man with his cock out stands up.  He comes over and, following the lead of the  guy who just shot, pulls me to his crotch.  He’s a little harder.  Am I really getting another load with no work?  Nope.  I suck—and he’s appreciative, but he can’t get fully hard, much less get off.  He tries to suck me—and I stop him.  He’s all teeth.  He sits back down.

I stroke.

In just a few minutes, the door opens.  A hot cubby guy in his early 40’s comes in.  He’s hairy everywhere but on the top of his head.  He stands right next to me and pulls out a fat dick. 

“Suck me?”

I lean in, open wider than usual and take him into my mouth.  He groans.  He lets me work on him for about four minutes, then stops me so he can drop his walking shorts and underwear around his ankles.  Now I can lick his balls.  I am all over the fat, hairy orbs.

“You can play with my ass,” he whispers—and soon I have the middle finger of my left hand deep inside him. 

He loves this—and it makes his cock juice up.  I keep sucking, licking and probing with my finger.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he says, touching my hand that is fingering his butt.

I pull out, saying “Just give me the load when you’re ready.  He moves off and watches the gay porn for a bit, sitting near the gay screen.

I stroke.  My own balls are now making precum like crazy.

CDLatino comes in.  He takes the chair next to me. “You need to fuck me.”

“Maybe later…”

He strokes.  And he won’t take no for an answer.  I just had two sessions in the playroom that were all about ass—I’m really enjoying doing some cocksucking—so I keep putting him off. 

The Cubby guy has stood back up.  He brings his cock to me.  He shoves it in my mouth.  My middle finger goes back in his ass.  He begins panting.   I moan as his juicy cock keeps dripping precum.  He begins a slow fuck of my face.

CDLatino stands up, jerking his small, uncut cock as he watches us.

“You still want my cum?” asks the cub. 

It sounds loud in the small room.  I make some sort of affirmative response around the girt of this dick.  He picks up the pace.  My finger twists in his ass.

“TAKE IT!”  He is shooting as big a load as the first one I got.  CDLatino cums at the same time—his load going all over the floor.  I lick the cub clean.  The two men who just shot take off.

I stroke.

A man in a hooded sweat shirt, pulled up over his head and hiding most of his face, sits in the corner seat.  He unzips and takes out his cock. Now I can tell it’s Road Worker.  He jerks.  Soon, he takes off his jeans, showing off his lithe body.  He strokes bare-assed.  Then he stands up and comes over.

“You can fuck me if you’re ready to shoot.”

I’m not ready—but I know that the simple fact of putting my cock in his ass will get him off.  He finds his popper bottle on his chair, takes a huge huff and bends over, showing off his hairless ass.  I am lubed and ready.  I push into him.

“Fuck!”

Road Worker begins jerking like crazy as I pump into his ass.  Deep and hard.  I might just cream him after all.  But suddenly he’s spewing his seed on the floor and twisting off my cock as he does it.  He moans out his thanks and sinks into his chair.  I lean down and lick off the last drop of his cum oozing out of his dick.  He yelps and pulls away.  I go piss and rinse off.  When I come back, he’s gone.

I am alone for a bit. 

The door opens.  It is Cute College Kid.  I haven’t seen him in months.  He sits next to me, all smiles.  But I can tell he’s not here for just anyone—he’s waiting for someone.  And moments later, a hot young Latino who has sucked me in the past, come in.  The Latino proceeds to suck off CCK.  In short order, he gets a mouthful of cum—and CCK takes off.

The door opens.  It is a handsome guy in his late 50’s.  He has a great head of grey hair, a slim build—and I finally figure out that I’ve fucked him in at the bookstore with the medical table.  He makes his way right to me. 

He kneels and engulfs my cock.  The Latino pulls out his dick and jerks as he watches us.                                 

“Will you fuck me?”

I nod.  I turn to the Latino.  “Can he suck you as I fuck him?”

The Latino nods, eagerly.

The new arrival strips down, he kneels and starts sucking.  I am all over his hairy ass.  I tongue the crack—before zeroing in on his loose pucker.  He groans around the uncut dick in his mouth.  I rear up and slide my lubed cock into his hole.  He stops sucking, gasps for breath and goes right back to servicing the young guy.  I begin a slow in and out.  But my cock takes over.  I am now pumping his ass hard and furious.

“Give him that load,” hisses the Latino.

“You want it?”  I ask.  It’s rhetorical, I know he does.

He nods ‘Yes’ still sucking on the Latino’s cock.

I fuck a little faster.  And my balls empty into him—but with little feeling.  I groan and pull out.  I lean in and begin slurping my cum out of his ass.

“Fuck…” moans the Latino.  He’s never seen me felch a load.

I eat and jerk my cock.  I want the damn full explosion. 

Suddenly, I know I’m close.  I shove my swollen cock roughly into his cummy hole.

“Here’s…the real one…” I pant.

And it happens.  I don’t know if I give him much more cum, but every nerve in my body goes off as I have a full-on orgasm.  I grind my dick into him as deeply as I can.

The handsome man comes up for air with a groan.  He swivels away from the young guy to clean my cock.  It’s all I can do is to kneel there and let him do it…

Equipment Close-Up: Springs

 Equipment Close-Up:  Springs

 

Here is the first of the Equipment Close-Ups from all the playroom additions given to me by GaryM. 

Somewhere in the 2010’s I used a sling at IML that had springs.  I loved the added bounce.  The bottom told me he felt like he was floating.  The owner of the sling (another top) told me he’d gotten them from Fort Troff. 

When I got home, I found them on the FT website.  They were not cheap, so I went to hardware stores to see if I could find a cheaper alternative.  I never did—not one that that had the great tension of the FT springs. 

Well, now I have them—and GaryM took that bouncy ride in the sling the day he gave them to me.  There are four—one for each chain going to the sling.

They are just over nine inches long, including the hooks, so I shortened the chain lengths by that much so it wouldn’t be too low.  The weight of the man in the sling will also need to be figured into the adjustment.

I have used them one more time since GaryM was here and I really do enjoy the little something extra they give to the fuck.  This second guy loved the sway and extra give—even when we were doing toy play.

I am not sure I will leave them up for every encounter, but right now they will be up for the foreseeable future.  Thank you, GaryM!

*

The Fort Troff website, down for a while, is back up.  Here is the link to the springs.

And a pic off their site. 

Kieran Needs to Shoot

 My Playroom—September, 2026

 

My last sex of the month came the day following GaryM’s visit to the playroom.  Kieran, the local married man, sent me a text saying that he was desperate for dick.  I knew that our hook-up would be very different than the one I had the day before, so I agreed.  Always eager, Kieran was at my door a few minutes before the appointed time…

 

Kieran is naked and sitting on the bed.  I am turning on the porn, so we can have a soundtrack of moans and fuck noise.  I turn, take my dick out of my jock and offer it to him.  He takes me into his mouth, his tongue caressing my cock.  He moans and begins working on me in earnest.  I know a lot of men who are great cocksuckers—and Kieran is right among the top contenders.  He’s instinctive.  And he’s been doing it since his teens.

Now he begins swallowing my entire length.  He never chokes.  Repeatedly, he takes me to the root.  Then it back to tonguing my drooling head.  He swabs it continually, round and round—then digging into the piss slit.  I can’t help but sigh.

He moves on to my balls.  Licking, not sucking.  All over.  One then the other.  Now he lifts them and tongues under them, tracing my cock ring.  I tell him how much I like it.  He keeps going—and going.  Then it’s another round of everything he’s done before.  His ass may have been desperate for dick, but he’s in no hurry to go there.

Eventually we move to the sling.  Kieran’s knees are bad and the bench is never comfortable for him.  It’s just as well, for all the new sex toys and dildos that GaryM left are on it—waiting for me to find shelf room.

Kieran, using the chain hanging from the middle of the sling frame, rolls into the sling.  The springs are a surprise to him.  He is a bigger guy—and they stretch right with him.  Kieran’s ass is a little low for me, but I decide to do knee bends than make hm get out and adjust it.  He opts to keep his legs on the chains.  I kneel and begin to lick his hole.  He groans—and his smaller dick hardens as I burrow into him.

I stand up.  My hard cock gently slaps his balls.  I find his hole and push in.  His ass is wet and inviting.

“Give it to me,” he groans.

I begin a slow pump.  In and out. Now faster and faster.  The sling, with the new springs, really sways.  With a heavier man, there is not as much bounce as we head yesterday.  I fuck him hard.  He groans—and gropes his now soft cock.

I kneel and eat him out again. 

Another round of fucking.

I grab the Spades—a good medium sized toy, suited to his hole.  I know he loves it.  I grease it up and slide three of the spades into him.  I wait—then slowly pull them out.  His cock erects.  I push them in again.  One. Two. Three. Then the fourth this time.

“Dann, that’s nice…”  He fists his cock and strokes it.

I pull the four out slowly—letting him savor the stretch that the shape of the spades provides.

“If you do it again, I’ll cum.”

I stand up and fuck him.  Kieran moans and deliberately takes his hand off his cock.

I go and get the Seahorse, another favorite of his.  He moans continually as each bump and ridge on the toy works into his hole.  He takes half of it, with the curve going down.  I work it into him again with the curve going up.  Again, his constant moaning—and half the toy is plenty for his hole.  He groans more as it is worked out of him, relishing the textured surface.

“Here’s one that is the exact opposite.”  I have the clear dildo with the black handle in my hand.  This one, as it goes in, make him hard again.  It goes deep, as it is such an even glide into him.  He takes it three times.

“And a new one I was given yesterday.”  I am holding the maroon and blue curved toy that is slightly similar to the Seahorse.  Around the curved, main shaft are two thinner tentacles that provided extra stimulation.  (At first, I thought this was the Sea Monster by Mr. Hanky, but it is not.  I have yet to find it on any toy site.)  Kieran takes it, loving the softness of the toy as well the texture of the shaft.

I fuck him one more time.

I go back to the Spades.  “This will likely get me off…” he breathes.  I work it in.  His cock hardens.  I wait a moment and begin the pull out.  Instead of shooting, his cock wilts.  He’s jinxed it by announcing his orgasm ahead of time.

I switch back to the clear dildo. I work it into him.  The handle rests against my chest.  I can lean forward and lick his balls and keep pushing the toy in with my chest.  I relax and let the toy come out some.  I lean in again.  My chest pushes it deep as my mouth finds his semi-hard cock.  I work hard to get him off—but he can’t stiffen back up.

But it’s made me hard.  I stand up.  The toy comes out.  My cock goes in—and I pump him hard.

“Shoot in me!”

I don’t need any more encouragement.  I empty my balls in no time…

GaryM Opens Up In the Playroom

 My Playroom—September, 2026

 

On the last Monday of the month, GaryM returned to the playroom.  It had been quite some time since his last playdate.  Once again, he arrived with sex toys that he left for me to use on others.  He also had decided to get rid of a sling, rimseat and some leather—and I promised to find men who would give them good homes. 

As he stripped down, I added the four heavy duty springs he’d brought me to the tops of the chains at the four corners of the sling.  I had used other men’s slings set up with these and knew they would give the sling an additional bounce.  Finished, I turned back and he was more than ready…

 

GaryM is dressed in a jock.  He has on his thick Fort Troff kneepads.  He has added his own wrist and ankle restraints as well.  I smile, as I had planned on buckling mine on his four limbs before we began. 

I stand in the middle of the floor, in front of the bed.  “Let’s test just how good those knee pads are…” I say, pointing to the floor in front of me.  He kneels carefully in front of me.  I let him inhale the pouch of the jock.  It’s fairly new and only carries a slight scent of me and my balls.  He inhales a second time and sighs.  My cock is hardening so fast so I pull the pouch to the side.  His mouth opens and he takes me in, his tongue already working on my piss slit.

He sighs.

I groan.

He swallows me down.  Repeatedly.  Now he moves to my balls.  He suckles them individually, back and forth.  Then another round on my cock.

I sit on the flattened bench.  He knee-walks over and burrows into my crotch.  Now he’s in place to lift my balls out of the way and lick my perineum.  I roll back slightly to give him access.  He licks down to my pucker—and I stop him just before he gets there.

“You’ll get that later.  Let’s get you up on the bench.”

I stand and he gets up on it and in position.  I kneel and begin to eat out his hole while I slather coconut oil on my cock.  GaryM groans.  I work harder, getting my tongue as deep into his hole as I can.  There is a slight gape to it now.  I spit on it and stand up.  My cock pushes in.  GaryM groans.  I push hard to get through his very strong sphincter—and I am buried deep inside him.

“Yes!” he croons.

I hold for just a moment before I start a slow in and out.  GaryM is looking in the mirror in front of him, watching me watch my own cock slice into him.  I build fast; my hips are soon slamming into his thin ass.  I abruptly pull out.

“Give it to me!” he moans.

I walk to his head and let him lick my dick, so he can savor the taste of his ass on my cock.  He cleans me thoroughly.  I fuck him again, my cock covered with his spit.  I take it to his mouth a second time.  He loves if just as much if not more.

“Let’s move to the sling.”

He gets in it.  The new springs make it slightly lower but my dick lines up with his ass just fine with a slight knee bend.  I fuck him.  I eat him out.  I use his ankle restraints and chain his legs straight up to a chain hanging from the center of the sling frame.  He loves this—as it allows my cock to go deeper yet.  But my repeated drilling has an effect:  “I need to piss” he informs me.  I unhook him and he hops out and goes upstairs to relieve himself.

When he comes back downstairs, he finds a different scene.  I am in the sling, my legs on the chains.  I have my leather blindfold on.  “Yesssss…” breathes GaryM.  He knows just what to do.  He kneels and begins to lick my ass.  He licks up and down the crack.  He drills into me.  I haven’t had anyone rim me since June—so it is even hotter.  I let him get his fill, knowing it is giving him as much pleasure as it is me.

We change places.  I am ready to fuck again.  I slide into him.  GaryM is loosening up.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb and work it into him.  I add my cock, loving how my cock head works the toy deeper into him each time it hits the head of the toy. 

I pull out the BBB and fuck him with just my dick.  Then another round of me and the BBB.  I move on to the Spades.  He really likes these—and I don’t think I was using them the last time he was here.  He loves the snap of his sphincter as each spade goes into his well-used hole.

“Let me use the two toys you are taking home with you.”  One is a very straight, thick penis in the odd pink color that is supposed to be Caucasian.  He takes it like an old friend and it gives him a great stretch.  The other is a dark butt plug.  It has a gentler curve after the thick middle part than mine.  GaryM’s hole loves this toy, too.

I go back and forth with his two toys for a second round.  Then I grab the trusted Seahorse.  “Here’s an old friend of yours,” I tell him (as he’d gifted it to the playroom.)  He loves the bumps and the curve like every man I’ve used it on.  I do the curve going up.  The curve going down.  He takes them both easily—and to the hilt each time.

I go back to the bed where we’ve left the new batch of toys he has just gifted me.  It is a swirl of blue and purple and looks like a curved cock, but there are tentacle-like bumps that twist around the shaft.  His hole loves this toy, too.  (It is one I have to research to find out what to call it properly.)

We take a break.  I pull out the rimseat.  “Who’s under first?” 

He volunteers.  He lays down on the mat.  I close the seat and sit.  His tongue is instantly licking around my hole.  I watch the porn on the television in front of me and stroke as he licks every inch of my ass crack.  I close my eyes as he begins tongue fucking my hole.

We switch.  I eat his gaping hole.  He keeps groaning as I my tongue goes deeper.  Suddenly he stands up.  He turns to face me—and sits on my hard cock.  He pounds himself down on me.   I love that he turned to face me to do it so I can see the mix of determination and sheer lust on his face.  He fucks himself hard and fast.  Then he sits back down on the seat.  My cock has juiced up his ass—and I can’t stop eating him out.

We take another breather.  Then it’s back to the sling.  I go through once again all the toys that we’ve used today.  Then I grease up my hands.  Three fingers of my left go in.  Then three fingers from my right join them.  I stretch him laterally—a human speculum.

I add more grease to my left.  I’ve never gotten all the way in GaryM.  I get four fingers in—and fold down the thumb.  I tell him how good he feels.  I do a slight twist and I am all the way in.  His ass snaps shut on my wrist.  It takes GaryM a moment—and then he sees it in the mirror above him.

“You’re in!”  He is jubilant.  It is his first fist. Ever.   I stay in and give it a slight turn—and pull out.  I grease up to do it again.  “No—I think that’s it,” he tells me.  “My hole is done for the day.”

I get the excess grease off him.  He refuses a shower—and gets dressed.  I wash the two toys he’s taking home as he uses the bathroom for a moment.  He is still on cloud nine as he leaves…

*

There will be many entries about all the goodies he left behind.  Thank you GaryM!

Late Night Treat

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

I had one last trip to the bookstore in September.  Saturday nights had proved to offer more and different choices.  I don’t often do back-to-back days, but I had dinner and took off…

 

I walk into the darkened room.  A woman is moaning loudly on the screen—and a man is moaning even louder as he shoots his load in the back corner.  I take a seat on the side.  There are 10 men here.  The guy who shot, a young guy I recognize as a regular, heads to the restroom, his dripping cock leaving a trail on the linoleum.   There is a second blowjob still in progress.  Every man in the room has his cock out.  There is at least one furtive hand job happening.  I take out my dick and wait to see who will want to suck it.

And I’m ignored.   The guy getting the blow job cums and leaves with the guy who sucked him.  Others put their dicks away once the live sex show is over and take off.  Another man has his phone chime, and he races to the door to answer it while simultaneously shoving his cock back in his pants.  Other men soon filter out. 

There are now three of us.  I have had both men in my mouth before.  The Minute Man is nodding to me.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take his small dick in my mouth as he huffs poppers.  He blasts out his weeks-worth of cum in 90 seconds.  I get up after cleaning him up.  He takes off as I sit near the other man.

“I did him first as he takes so little time.”

The bearded man smiles at me.  This guy I’ve had only once.  But I remember him.  He can’t get hard—until the moment he blows his load.  We both stroke a little side by side.  He reaches over and takes over on my cock.  He moans as his hand gently slides up and down on my dick.  I let him do it for a good five minutes.

“You want me to suck yours?”

He nods.  I think he’s glad we are the only two in the theatre. I spend a long time swirling my tongue around his semi hard dick.  I do his balls.  That hardens him up a little more, but the moment I go back to his shaft, it softens again.

But soon, he begins to groan.  “I’m gonna…oh, Sweet Mother of G…” he can’t finish the phrase before his cock hardens and he gives me his load.  He can’t stop shooting.  Minute Man’s load was large.  This one is enormous.  I get every drop—but he’s too tender for any kind of clean up.  He thanks me profusely and goes out the door.

I’m alone. 

After walking in on so many.

I stroke.

The door opens.  A Latin guy come in.  I know I’ve seen him before, but I can’t remember if we’ve done anything.  He sits around the corner near the gay screen. 

The door opens again.  An older guy comes in.  He goes for the young man.  I hear the blow job happening.  But when the older guy doesn’t get cum in two minutes, he stomps out of the room.

I stroke.

The Latin guy comes around the corner and sits near me.  His hand is groping himself under his pants. 

“Nice dick,” he whispers.

“Thanks.”

A moment.

“May I?”

I nod.  He goes to his knees.  He opens wide.

Holy fuck, his mouth is velvet.  And even better, you can tell he loves to suck cock for the pleasure of having a hard dick in his mouth—not just to get a load.  He spends five minutes on licking only my cock head and slit.  Just as long with some repeated deep throating.  Then he mixes it all up, making me sigh in pleasure.

“It takes me a long time to cum…” I tell him.

“Good.  I just love dick in my mouth…”  and he begins a new round of deep throating and choking himself on my girth.

He moves to my balls.  His tongue is great there, too.  He urges me to open my pants more so he can really lick under them.  I drop them to my ankles, and his thick tongue is all over my cock ring, tracing it with his wet tongue.  He licks down my perineum, stopping just above my tight pucker.  He works back up.  Up the taint, across my balls, licking up the shaft, cleaning my cock drool and finally ovaling his mouth to take me deep in his throat.

When he finally pauses and sits back down, I ask if I can return the favor.

He shakes his head. 

We watch the video.

Maybe five minutes later, he is back on his knees.  He does it all again.  My balls are working overtime—giving him plenty of precum to enjoy.  He slurps loudly on it—and I suddenly realize I am on the edge of shooting.

“Oh, fuck…”

His mouth is all over my cock head.  Without thinking I push him down onto my cock.  He moans—but takes every inch.  I begin to shoot.  Rope after rope of cum.  My cock engorges and he chokes—but he stays right there to get every drop…

*

Numbers were exchanged.  I’m sure he will come up in these pages again…

Just Too Big

 Near Home—September, 2026

 

It was Friday.  I found myself at loose ends at the end of the morning.  My dick told me what I wanted—so I ate a slightly early lunch and went to the bookstore.  The semi-full parking lot gave me hope…

 

I find my way to my regular chair.  There are four men stroking.   I take out my cock and get it hard as I look around the room.  Across the room is an early 50’s daddy I’ve sucked before.  A larger guy in the corner seat is trying to hide his less than average dick with his left hand, but is stroking like mad with his right.  To my left is a young guy with a beer can of a dick.  He is stroking hard, his head turning from one screen to the other and back again.  And next to me is the young man I met a few years ago—and gave him his very first orgasm in a man’s mouth.

He looks my way and nods.  His cock is not hard.  Seeing me, it begins to stiffen.

I would love to play with any of these men, but I opt for the guy next to me—though I know he will take forever to get him off.  I slip down to the floor and take the young man in my mouth.  His hair has gotten longer and rather shaggy.  I’d forgotten there’s a piercing in his eyebrow.  His T-shirt is branded with some indie band that means nothing to me.  He tends to sneer at the men in a place like this—but his cock is hardening as I lick his sweaty ball—and he’s all smiles for me.

The daddy leaves the moment I am on my knees.  Too bad.  I take the young man into my mouth.  He finishes hardening up as my tongue swirls around his cock.  He’s not big, maybe just over average.  But he’s hot—and he will spew a massive load after the long buildup.

I switch from the head of his cock to his entire shaft.  Then to his balls again with my left hand jerking him.  I keep moving all over his groin.  He is breathing harder now—but I know he’s not close. 

Cock head.

Shaft.

Balls and jerk.

Head.

Shaft.

And this time as I go to his balls, my wet left middle finger massages his tight pucker.  I don’t try to go inside, I just make all those nerve endings tingle.  (One time, when we were here totally alone, he let me lick his hole.  It’s never happened again.)

I keep working.  I know he’s closer, for as I return to his head, it’s dripping even more precum.

I also notice the boy with the beer can dick is now being serviced by the Latino who never cleans out.  As I move to some repeated deep throating, I hear Beer Can have a noisy orgasm.

My knees are beginning to scream at me.  But I keep going.

The guy in the corner has been more openly stroking to us, but without my guy getting off, he becomes bored.  He gets up and sits nearer the Latino.

I do another rotation on the young man’s crotch.  It’s been 15 minutes, easily.  And my knees are shot.  I sigh and sit back in my chair.

“Sorry…” I murmur.  It’s the first time I haven’t made him shoot.

“I can stand up and feed you,” he mutters.

He doesn’t wait for a confirmation from me.  He stands up and pushes his chair more into the corner and stands in the space between the two.  He is right at mouth level.  Perfect.  He lets me work on his drooling cock—and then he begins to face fuck me.  He stops after a what seems like a really long time—and let’s me work at my own speed again.

“I’m really close…” he mumbles.

He is.  I know the signs.  His cock is harder than ever.  His cock head has swollen.  And in moments, he is finally spurting his jizz onto my tongue.  As always, it’s a huge load.  He spurts and spurts.  I swallow rapidly.  He loves that I want it.  He finally shoots the last blast and sighs.  Contented.

He stands in place and lets me clean-up his cock without any squirming.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks and goes off to urinate, leaving me vaguely wishing he was rinsing the last of his semen out of my mouth with his piss…

I sit and stroke.  The only men left in the room are the Latino and the guy from the corner—and he leaves quickly.

The Latino and I have a long history.  When I first met him in the old two theatre set-up, I fucked him—and he was filthy.  I thought it was a one off and fucked him another time.  The same.  I talked to him about clean out—and he looked at me blankly.  I told him I would only fuck him with a condom, but he didn’t want that.  Nowadays, he doesn’t ask anymore, but occasionally begs me to suck his cock.

The Latino has been jerking, watching me suck my shaggy haired young man.  He comes over, he looks like he’s about to lose his load.  I take his girthy, uncut cock in my mouth.  He dribbles out his load.  He groans.  He pulls out and strokes out a massive amount of cum all over the floor.

What a waste.

I am alone in the room for about five minutes.

The door opens.  A fortyish white guy comes in wearing a John Deere hat.  He sits next to me.  He unbuttons his shorts and they are pushed around his ankles.  There is no underwear.  He gets his average sized dick hard and dripping with his right hand.  He reaches with his left and begins stroking me.  He does it so it feels good, not the death grip so many men use on my thick shaft.  He sighs.

“May I suck it?”

“Please.”  He leans over and takes me from the side.  I usually hate this position, but his mouth is big and roomy.  His tongue is all over me—and it tilts his ass into the air.  I reach around and begin playing with his tight pucker.  He groans.  He works harder on me—and I begin finger fucking his hole.  He groans around my cock—and works hard on it.

He is making me feel great, but I am nowhere near shooting.

“Do you want more than my finger in your hole?”

He pulls off me.  “You’re pretty thick.  But I’ll try.  You got a condom?”

I pull out a Magnum.  I lube up and suit up.  He bends, feet on the floor and holding onto the arms of the chair.  I press into his pucker.  I can’t get in.  I kneel and eat his ass, hoping to relax him.  I try again.  Nope.  The more I press in, the more he raises up off the chair, keeping me out.

It’s never gonna happen.  I swat his ass playfully and he turns around.  “Sorry—you are just too big.  I’ve never had one your size.”

I go wash up.  When I come out, a new man has arrived and my man in the tractor hat is sucking him.

Suddenly dinner sounds better. 

I take off…

Terry Is Full of Surprises

 My Playroom—September, 2026

I had given my number to a very talented cocksucker at the bookstore.  We had played a few of times over the years.  He’d hinted that he wanted to try anal with me, but not in public.  Once my dick was back to normal, we set up a time for him to come to the playroom.  I really didn’t know if he was a novice or whether he regularly took dick up his ass…

 

Terry shows up right on time.  He’s tall and rangy.  His snow-white hair is pulled back into a tiny ponytail.  I can only guess that he is my age—or a couple of years older.  I learn that he is married—and his wife knows he plays but hates the idea.  As we walk down the stairs, I ask about condoms and he makes a point to tell me he’s on PrEP as well as fully vaccinated for M Pox. 

His eyes light up as he walks into the playroom.  “Wonderful,” he sighs and begins to strip.  Once naked he sits on the bed.  I pull my cock out of my yellow jock as I stand in front of him.  He leans in and begins to suck.  He’s great.  His tongue is active—and everywhere.  He holds me by the balls, as if he thinks I’ll run away from him. 

He finally pulls off me.  “That’s the cock I remember,” he sighs.  Then he goes for my balls and, eventually, back to deep throating me.  He pulls off me again and sighs once more.  “Get this thing inside of me.”

I have him kneel on the flattened fuck bench.  I eat his hole for a long time.  It opens slightly, allowing me to go deeper yet.  I grease my dick with coconut oil as I eat him out.  He has found the mirror on the side wall and he is eagerly watching me rim him.  I stand up.  My cock pushes against his pucker and I slide in.  I don’t stop until my balls slap his ass.  He sighs as I hold a moment and then begin to fuck.  He feels great.  And in moments, his hole has really opened.  He has the feel of guy who likes big toys and fist.  I keep fucking, but I reach over and grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I pull out as I twirl it in the oil—and then into his ass.  I slide my cock back in along the metal shaft.  I fuck it deeper into his hole.  “I love that,” he groans.  I pull out and work the toy out of him.

Damn.  We take a break while he does another round of cleaning.  I lie on the bed and watch the porn.  He’s back fairly fast and nimbly gets in the sling.  This guy has way more experience than I thought.  I kneel and lick his freshly rinsed hole.  He’s now spotless.

And eager.

He takes my dick.  I can really pound him in the sling.  And I do.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I add the eggheaded dildo.  He likes the feel of it going in—and even more so when I add my cock for a double fuck.  It’s a great stretch.

I go back to the cleaned up Ballistic Butt Bomb and add my cock with that.  I pound the oval head deeper into him—and he stays wonderfully clean and juicy.

For a change of pace, I grab the Spades.  It is almost too small a toy for him now, but he sighs as each mini-butt plug pops in.  He takes three spades the first time.  Four on the second.  All five of them on the third.  He loves the pull out—making his hole expand and contract over each plug.

I get the Seahorse.  He takes all of it the first time, curve going down.  I reverse it and he takes all of it with the curve going up.  He’s a talker as I work his hole.  He tells me he had a recent weekend at a MAFA event, the Chicago fist group.  Part of me wishes I’d known this from the top—but it is actually a fun surprise—and a confirmation of what I was feeling when I fucked.  I keep reversing the Seahorse—and he can’t decide which way the curve feels better.  “Just love those bumps,” Terry murmurs.

To give his hole a break I move to the clear dildo with the black handle.  It’s a steady glide into him.  All the way, of course.  In and all the way out.  And all the way in again.

“I didn’t bring down the heavier duty lube,” I tell him, “As I didn’t know we’d be doing this.”

“You can likely get your fist in me with what you have.”

I am low on coconut oil at this point, but I have three bottles of Fuck Water, a silicone-based lube, from when they were sponsoring Fornication events.  I don’t use a lot of silicone lube, but today it comes in handy.  Literally.  I coat my left hand with it.  Two fingers.  Three. Four and I’m in.  His hole welcomes me easily—with little effort from either of us. 

I hold still.

I turn it slightly.

I pull out.

“YES!” he groans as his ass lips shut almost tight.

 I do it all again.

In and out. 

Terry sigh of relief and pleasure fill the room.

The next time I go into him, I do it standing.  I pull my hand out slightly and my erect cock slides down my wrist and rests on my palm inside his hole.  Terry groans.  He watched it all on the mirror above him.  I begin a slow fuck, my cock going across my palm and through my open fingers inside him.

“So hot…” he mumbles.

I pull out.  Cock first then hand.

“Do that again.  Please!”

I add some Fuck Water and work my hand inside him.  Then the cock.  I fuck him.

“That must make you shoot, doesn’t it?”

“I have never shot this way.  Though I’ve tried.”

He groans.  “I should tell you.  I really want your cum inside me.  I love the stretch.  But I want the load.”

Another surprise.  But a good one.

I go back to the clear dildo to give his hole a rest.

Soon, I re-grease my hand and cock. 

The left goes inside him smoothly.  I add my cock.  He groans.  He plays a little with his limp dick as I fuck once more across my palm and through my fingers.  It always feels good, but right now it feels terrific.  I feel my breath change.

So does Terry.  “Give it to me.”

I pick up the speed of my fuck.  I tighten down my fingers making me rub more on my invading dick.  It works.  I’m panting now.  I’m going to blow my load on my hand deep inside his hole.

“FUCK!”

I’m there.  I stop thrusting and just let my cock spurt and spurt.

Terry moans.

I slowly pull my spent dick out.  “I’m going to push my load deeper,” I tell him.  And my fist pushes my fresh cum into his second hole…

*

We were done as soon as I pulled my fist out.  He loved it.  And I couldn’t believe that I’d finally shot using my hand so deep in his hole.  Almost 50 years of having sex—and I just did something new…