Getting Used At the Bookstore: My Mouth and Miguel's Ass

Northwest IN—September, 2017

Work took me back into northwest Indiana at the very end of September.  I was smack in the middle of Amish country once again.  I was more than ready to be out of Michigan for a bit.  As this was my fourth time working in this area, I had a couple of fuck buds from previous trips.  There were also, in the slightly bigger cities nearby, three adult bookstores to cruise.  And my schedule allowed for a lot of free time. 

I went to the closest bookstore first.  This store had a toy and rental area where you entered the building.  To one side was a “cinema” area which showed straight or, occasionally, trans porn.  There were plastic chairs to sit in and a built in bench that was against a low wall.  Men could stand behind it and lean to watch the movie.  That cramped area behind the low wall was where most of the action happened.  The other side of the store was a very typical arcade with booths.  And almost all the booths were connected by glory holes.  You could buy admissions to one side or the other or you could get a reduced combo price.  Of course I bought the latter.

I decide to start in the cinema.  There is one man, leaning against the wall, watching the straight porn.  He is my age or a little older.  I stand next to him.  He stands up enough so I can see he is stroking his dick.  I haul mine out.  I get hard easily.  The man’s eyes never leave my cock.  We have that moment of indecision—who is going to suck who?  Just as I think I will make the first move, he asks if I’d like some head. 

I let him suck me.  He’s nothing special, but a decent warm up.  When he straightens up, I ask if I can return the favor.  He shoves the hard dick he’s been jerking into his pants.

I do myself up and go check out the arcade.  The first person I see is my friend Ryan, the occasional blogger of Spreading My Legs.  He tells me he is spending more time at this establishment than the store nearer to where he lives—the action has shifted here.  He also informs me that Miguel, a hot man with a great ass who we’ve shared in the past, is arriving in about 15 minutes.  We walk around the arcade and check the booths--all the connecting booths are in use and their doors are locked.  I tell Ryan I am headed back to the Cinema—and to find me when Miguel arrives.

The man who sucked me is gone.  In his place is a handsome man with a pure white head of hair and an equally white goatee.  He is kneading the front of his pants.  I know instantly I’m going to be on my knees in front him.  I take out my cock.  I stroke.  He kneads.  I am about to reach for his bulge as Ryan comes in.  He instantly unzips and pulls out his dick.   I fall to my knees and suck my friend.  It does the trick.  White Goatee instantly unzips.  He comes over and prods my cheek with his dripping uncut cock.  Ryan pulls me off his own dick and pushes me down on the uncut one.  The older man hisses out his enjoyment—calling me ‘a damn good cocksucker’—and when he finally pushes me back onto Ryan’s cock, ‘a cock whore.’

The curtained entrance to the room opens.  A new middle aged man walks in and sees me on my knees servicing the two men.  He unzips and stands next to Ryan.  Ryan pushes me onto the new arrival.  I take him into my mouth soft.  His seemingly tiny dick keeps growing and growing in as my tongue works it.  Soon his long pencil thin dick is prodding the back of my throat or snaking down it.

“Give him to me.”  White Goatee pulls me off the newly engorged dick and I go back to slobbering over the uncut one.  The three men circle up tighter.  I become a hole for their use.  They push and pull me to whatever cock seems to demand attention.  They don’t touch each other, but just push my mouth down onto a new man or themselves whenever they feel like it.  I stop touching myself and go into service mode.

I suck them in sequence—one after the other.  And then they take control again—I am made to do whoever grabs my head.

No one wants to get off.  We’ve all just arrived.  The curtain opens one more time—and it breaks the group up.  They all zip up and leave.  I am left with a new man who has no use for me.  I stand up.  I try to get my cock back into my pants...

*****

Still no Miguel.  Ryan finds me and pulls me into a back booth.  A handsome, 30-something man is sitting there naked.  He is covered in tats—of the prison variety.  He’s also a cock pumper—his fat, fleshy dick can’t get hard and, I later learn, is squishy to the touch.

“Here’s the big dick,” Ryan tells him.

I undo my pants.  The man grunts approval and gives me great head.  Ryan pulls his out and we take turns feeding our dicks to this hot man.  A dick pokes through the glory hole to his side.  Our tatted cocksucker jerks on it as he continues to suck us. 

“Will you fuck me?”

I like the idea until he pulls out a condom—a regular sized one.  I search my pockets.  I don’t have a Magnum—and I’m not about to squeeze into the one he has.  I excuse myself.  Ryan stays. 

I go back to the cinema.  In quick succession I get three loads down my throat—all while they are alone in the room with me.  The White Goatee face fucks me for a moment and gives me huge, pent up load.  He leaves.  Then the man who sucked me at the top and wouldn’t let me suck him comes in and offers me his cock.  I barely get it into my mouth before he dribbles his semen out of it onto my tongue.  He leaves.  A new man comes in while I’m still on my knees—he unzips and sticks an average cock into me.

“You take cum?” he asks.  And fills my mouth before I can let him know.

*****

Miguel is here.  He is getting fucked in a booth.  Ryan and I wait for him in the back hall on the arcade side.  In a few moments he comes out.  Sheepish.  He didn’t get a load—just a fuck. 

He takes us into his favorite booth.  It’s cramped for two and three is really tight, but we make it work.  Miguel is bent over offering his ass to me and his mouth is near the glory hole.  Ryan is on the floor so he can suck Miguel as I fuck him.

I make it to my knees and bury my face in his freshly fucked, Latin ass.  He’s wet and squirms under my tongue.  I don’t stay there long.  I stand and insert my dick.  His ass is wet and hot.  He feels great.  I fuck him—slowly at first.  An eye is on the other side of the glory hole watching me fuck.  This makes me speed up.  I am really plowing him now.  Ryan squirms around from under Miguel, to under the television.  I pull out and we change places.  He fucks Miguel with a fast stroke.

The eye in the gloryhole has become a hard cock.  Miguel sucks it.  Ryan stops, afraid he’ll shoot.  We squeeze around each other again.  On my way up, I lap at Miguel’s now super wet hole. I stay there for quite awhile—then stand up and fuck.  The glory hole cock is gone.  Miguel gives me his full attention and gives my cock a work out.  Ryan strokes.

And I shoot.  I am so fucking surprised, I don’t really stop fucking.  Ryan sees what’s happened.  I finally pull out—Ryan cleans my dick and begins felching my load.  He licks at Miguel’s butt and is soon fucking it. 

A new cock is in the hole and Miguel sucks it as Ryan fucks.  And cums.  He shudders out his orgasm, pumping spurt after spurt into Miguel.  Miguel pulls off him.  He turns and impales himself on the cock in the gloryhole.  The guy we can’t see lets out a surprised grunt—and then begins a hard pumping that shakes the wall separating us.

I clean Ryan’s cock.  My own has not gone down—the scene is so hot.

The unseen man cums noisily into the anonymous ass he’s been fucking.  Miguel milks him with his butt.  He wants every drop.  When the man pulls out, Miguel shuffles around and offers me his hole.  There is a long creamy strand of cum running out of it.  I kneel and lick it up.  I dig my tongue into his puffy ass.  I taste our combined loads.  Miguel pushes slightly.  A huge dollop of cum spurts into my mouth.

Fuck!

He does it once more as I lick up every drop I can reach.

I stand up and push my engorged cock back into him.  I’m about to shoot.  Again.  I fuck ten maybe twelve strokes.  I explode.  I give his well used ass a fourth load.  Miguel won’t stop squeezing my spent cock as I marinate in his sperm filled butt.  Ryan is right there to clean my cock when I finally pull it out…

Miguel from a few years ago in a five way at Ryan's place.

A Visiting Pig in a Cheap Motel

West Michigan—September, 2017

A traveler to my area hit me up on BBRT.  I am always intrigued with out-of-town men, but also a little leery.  So many want a pump and dump experience.  My readers know that that is something that I rarely have an interest in doing.  But this man was different.  He had actually read my profile.  He loved many if not all of my fetishes.  He wrote that he particularly wanted me to felch and snowball him the load once I had unloaded in his ass.

He was good looking.  His profile said mid-40’s.  His dark brown hair was buzzed tight to the scalp on the sides and left longer on top.  His beard was full, but shaped towards a Van Dyke.  He was just a little shorter than me and had a trim build.  And he was tatted.  Heavily, it turned out—but I didn’t know that until he’d answered the door and he got on all fours to present his ass to me…

Cody is in a designer jock that perfectly frames his bubble butt.  I stop unbuttoning my pants and fall to my knees.  It’s truly irresistible.  I push my tongue up him.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moans into the pillow he’s cradling.  “Eat my fuck hole.”

I waste no time in giving him what he wants.  I lick and slobber and chew on his slightly puffy pucker. 

He groans again.  I push my index finger into his hole—then lean across his back and stick the finger in his mouth.  Cody sucks it hungrily.  This is when I really see the amazingly intricate tattoo on his back.  There are serpents and vines and rope entwined into a sort of frame—what is to go in the middle is not yet done.  I compliment him on it as I quickly remove the rest of my clothes and pull my boots back on.  I stand up, my erection bouncing.

Cody spins around and slips off the bed into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.  He gives excellent head, taking me to the root, with his tongue paying particular attention to my piss slit.  He finally pulls off it, and looks at the cock he’s just had in his mouth.  “I can’t wait to taste my ass on this monster.”

“Then get back up on the bed.”

He does.  On all fours.  Eagerly.  His butt twitches.

“Get your ass right to the edge.”  I tell him.  He adjusts.  I spit on his hole and push my flared head into his wet pucker.  I hold as I hear the popper bottle open.  He inhales.  I wait and begin pushing into him.  One long, slow and steady shove. 

“Oh, yeah.  I wanted this from the moment I saw your picture.”  Cody inhales again.  “Fuck me.  Rip me up with that thing.”

I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  The sound of my hips hitting those mounds of flesh fills the small motel room.  It’s our own private porn soundtrack.  He groans, loudly, not caring if the neighbors know he is taking cock like a whore in the middle of the afternoon.

I pull out.  I taste his hole.  I lean down and kiss him with my tongue flavored with his ass juices.  He writhes happily as we kiss. I go back up him.  Roughly.  I fuck for a very long time.  After a series of ‘almost all the way out and all the way in’ strokes, I pull out and lay down on the bed next to him.

“Clean my dick.   Every drop.” 

He crawls happily between my legs.  Cody savors the taste of his ass on my cock.  Without my asking, he tongues my balls, relishing the sweat and juices on those hairy orbs.  He takes one and then the other delicately into his mouth. He works his tongue between my balls and my cockring without being told that that is my sweet spot.  He groans.  He leaves my balls and begins his tongue working down my perineum.  He is a fraction away from my hole—and he goes back up to my balls.  He does it again—licking within a millimeter of my asshole.

“You want to lick my hole?  Do it!”  I don’t shove him down—but my hand doesn’t give him much choice.

He groans into my ass.  His tongue lashes out and it’s electric.  Shit.  He loves to eat hole as much as I do.  He’s is leaving massive amounts of spit behind.  My ass crack is awash with his spittle. 

“Let’s do this right,” I tell him.  “Lie on your back.” 

He does without question.    I stand on the bed, astride his chest.  Slowly I lower myself to Cody’s open mouth.  I grind down on his hardened tongue.  He goes into me as if he were Derrick.  I bounce on his face and reach for his poppers.  I take a hit.  They make me talk.  Unfiltered.

“Eat me…Fuck that feels good…Come on, I know you love it…Eat my shit hole…Deeper, man.  Get in there…Oh, fuck yeah…Just like that.  Yeah.  Yeah!  Fuck that’s it….I want to fuckin’ kiss you…”

I pull off his face and it’s my turn to taste my ass on his tongue.  We grind against each other.

“I need to fuck.  Ride me.”  I lie flat.  He spits on my dick and slowly sits on it.  Cody bounces—taking the full length every time.  His legs seem to be tireless.  He rides me much longer than what I’m used to.  I really love how it seems to free his ass muscles to squeeze my cock repeatedly. 

“I need to taste your ass again.”  He gets off me.  I don’t move.  “Stand on the floor and sit on my face.”  He gets off the bed and does just what I tell him.  He is now super wet.  It’s like I’ve shot a load and I know I haven’t.  When I have eaten my fill, I ask him if he was pre-loaded for me.

“I wanted to be, but I couldn’t work out the timing.”

I thank him for trying. 

I take him to the full length mirror, near the motel sink.  I fuck him there, bent over, so he can see my dick going into his ass.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror—and the sight of my cock looking like it is splitting him in two.

We go back to the bed and to our original positions—him on all fours and me standing.  I tease his hole with my tongue for a bit.  Still sloppy.  I stand up and fuck him.  The smell of poppers fills the whole room.

He tells me that a guy is coming soon—in 30 or 45 minutes.

I say that’s fine with me, but am told that the man will not fuck and breed in front of others.

I sigh and work on cumming.  I stop.  “Will he fuck you with cum in your ass?”

“Oh, yeah—that’s fine.  He just doesn’t like other men to know he fucks raw.”

I shake my head, sigh and re-enter his now puffy hole.  After a few strokes, I’m pretty sure I can get a load and get out of here before that man arrives.  To facilitate that, I kneel and bury my face in Cody’s wet ass. 

He groans and poppers up.  I taste his massive amounts of ass lube and the juices I’ve left behind with each fuck.  I come up, insert, and let all that goodness roll off my tongue and onto my dick.  I fuck it back into place. 

Cody knows just what I have done—he groans again and pushes back against me.  “Fill me up.  Cum in my ass.  Give it to me!”  The litany goes on—and it’s working.  I can feel my balls churning.  In seconds I will be spewing out my load.

And I’m there.  Now.   I hold on to his hips and buck into him.  Cody milks me.  He’s determined to get every drop.  I collapse on his back and stay there.

I’m not sure how much time passes, before I slowly pull out and slip to my knees.  I bury my face in the slick hole.  Cody is whimpering.  “I want to taste it, too,” he whispers.  “Feed me.”

My tongue is busy.  My big flared cock head has dragged out the mother lode of cum.  I lap it up.  My tongue pokes deeper.  I get still more of our combined juices.  I tap his ass cheek.  He turns over and I get on top of him.  I am six inches from his open mouth when I start drizzling the load into it…

“Jerk Off In Me!”

West Michigan—September, 2017

I met them in June at Derrick’s house party.  (That tale is linked here.)  For that write up, I called them simply the Country Boy and his handsome partner.   Now I guess my readers need to know their names.   That would be Jayce and his partner, Mark.  The group where we met was my last gasp of free time before my busy summer—so we knew we wouldn’t have a re-match any time soon.  We talked occasionally over the months. 

At the end of September,Mark wrote that he and Jayce were hosting a fisting friend.  They wondered if I might be available to make it four in their playroom.  I said yes. I’d love that.  As a good guest, I asked what I should bring.  It was decided they didn’t need another bottle of wine, but the rimseat would be ideal.

I found their home easily.  Mark showed me around their new (to them) home as the other guys were still in the shower.   It is situated on the water—so it has great views.  And the view in the downstairs study was great, too.  Chuck, the fisting friend, was tall, big boned, had massive arms and was tatted.  He wore nothing but a white, old school jock.  Mark left us to go shower himself.  We chatted a little.   Chuck’s eyes kept going to my fully packed mound in my 501’s and to my hands—sizing me up quite blatantly.

Jayce bustled in—as boisterous as ever.   He was wearing boots and a leather vest which exposed the fur on his chest.  In moments he had unbuttoned my jeans and was giving me head.  His full beard on my balls was heaven.  He told Chuck to give my dick a try.  As Chuck sucked me, Mark came in to find his leather.  He got dressed—and then he was on his knees, sucking my cock.  Finally I suggested I get changed into my chaps.  I set up the rimseat—where it joined their sling, a wooden fuckbench and a chest full of toys.  We all went into the playroom next door…

I am under the rimseat.  Chuck sits, slowly.  His ass fills the hole in the seat.  I am pushed down into the pillow.  My open mouth is right where it needs to be.  His ass seals my mouth to his hole.  My tongue goes deep into his spread ass.  I work it into him, deeper still.  I hear him groan.  I can’t breathe—and that’s good, at least for a moment.  I like the feeling.  But then I really need to get some oxygen into my lungs.  I can’t.  And I can’t turn my head.  I press myself down into the pillow, hard.  I can just turn my head enough to gasp for air.  

And I go right back to eating out his hole.

Eventually Chuck gets up and Jayce sits down.  I feel my cock being lubed.  It has to be Chuck sitting his spit soaked ass down on my swollen cock.  He rides me in an erratic rhythm as I eat out Jayce’s hairy hole above me.

I think they will either rotate or Mark will take a turn on the seat, but instead we get Chuck into the sling.  Mark fucks him.  A fast and furious opening of his hole.  Jayce works a nipple and I do the other.  Mark and I switch.  My dick enters Chuck for the first time.  I love his wet ass.  I fuck.  I lick it out.  I fuck him again.

Mark fucks him. 

When it’s my turn again, I watch Mark get Jayce up on the fuck bench.  We fuck side by side.  I pause for moment, find my bag and get out the egg-headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I want to fill this man up.  I insert it.  He grunts his appreciation.  His eyes widen as I add my dick.  But he takes it—giving me vocal encouragement.  “Stretch my hole, fucker.” 

It’s the right thing to say.  I fuck him harder yet—loving the ridges on the shaft below me and his hot, wet mancunt above.

We take a break. 

Jayce gets in the sling.  I go first.  Slowly.  Even with Mark having been up him on the fuckbench, he has to work me in inch by inch.  It’s exquisite torture to move so slowly into him.  A hit of poppers—and he takes my last three inches in one stroke.  It’s a hot, vocal fuck.

Mark takes a turn.  I make sure to clean his cock.

We settle down to sticking our hands in Chuck.

Mark opens his hole.  He alternates hands.

I open his hole with my left hand.  It’s a hungry hole.  I do lots of stretching. Then I fuck him.  Then my right slides into place.  Then my dick.  Then an eight finger stretch.  And back to the left.  Right.  Left.  Right.  Cock.

Jayce takes a turn.  His big paw slides home easily.   He grabs some toys from their chest.  HE slides the first one up Chuck.  I get Mark on the fuckbench and take time eating out his hole.

“Fuck me, man.”

I stand up and enter our host.  I fuck him hard enough that the wooden bench moves across the concrete floor. 

I get Mark up—we embrace and, after a moment, Mark goes back into Chuck.  This time he alternates  fist and fuck.  And cum.  He gives up his load deep in Chuck’s guts.  I’m right there to clean him up and felch a little—but mostly I fuck it deeper into Chuck.  I pull out and push it even deeper with my hand. 

Jayce moves in next to me.  He cums on my hand.  I let him shake the last drop onto the back of my hand and I push it into Chuck.

I switch to my left hand.  It slides in even more easily now, with all the new lube.  I add my dick.

“Jerk off in me!”

That’s just what I want to do.  My fingers are curled around my dick.  I move my hand—it slides easily over my rigid cock.  Back and forth.  Building to my own orgasm. 

“Give me all that cum,”  Chuck grunts out.  “Give me another load.”

My hand squeezes my dick tighter.  Stroke after stroke.  Until I finally shoot.  Rope after rope of hot jizz coat my fingers.  I wipe them deep in the guts of the happy pig in the sling.

Bookstore Duo

Near Home—September, 2017

Over the course of September, I made a number of trips to the bookstore nearest my home.  Two were so empty of play that I made no notes at all about them in my “to be written up” file.  The other two had moments that were good...  

It’s a slow, slow night.  The covering of the gloryholes is dealing a terrible blow to business here.  More than I thought possible.  On top of that, the straight porn is terrible.  The gay porn is only ok, but passable.  There are no men watching the horrid point of view video on the straight side.  I am alone, at first, on the gay side, too.  I settle in.  Unbuckle and unbutton.  I stroke a bit.  Hoping for the door to open.

15 minutes later, it does. 

Two men come in.  Both are around my age.   One has very silver hair, cropped short.  The other has the remnants of the hair on his head scraped clean.  Both are decently put together.  They instantly open their pants.  Maybe they have just come from the booths—where there is no room to play.  Or maybe they are a couple who like to show off.  There is no cruising moment between them—for the moment the Silver Daddy has his cock out, the other is on his knees—giving a wet sounding blowjob.  I watch.  And I’m thankful they seem to get off on being watched.  Silver Daddy occasionally pulls his bigger than average cock out of the other man’s mouth and slaps it on the sucker’s cheek.  And in the next instant he is plunging into the back of the throat of the cock sucker.

“You should suck that big cock,” Silver Daddy tells the Sucker.  The Cocksucker nods and crawls to my chair.  His eyes ask if it’s alright for him to please me.  I nod and remove my hand.  Damn, he’s good.  The wet, slurping sounds are louder, now that he’s on my dick.  Silver Daddy watches, stroking.  But just for a moment.  Then he’s up and offers his dick for me to suck.  I hunch slightly and take him.  This must turn the Sucker on—for he grunts his approval and re-doubles his efforts on me.

I rarely do this at a bookstore—and I am loving it.  The Silver Daddy is letting me suck the way I like—I’m not just a hole for face fucking.  The guy on my dick is giving me great head.

And just about the time I settle into the groove of two men using me—the cock is pulled from my mouth and the mouth is off my dick.  Both men have turned away from me to shoot loads on the tile.  The Silver Daddy’s arcs slightly towards the Sucker.  The Sucker, still on his knees spews his load near my boots.  They won’t let me so much as clean their dicks.  They are wiped down with Wet Wipes and tucked away.

And those are the only men I see all evening.  I choose not to waste my load on the linoleum.  

*****

Right at the end of month I went back in the late afternoon.  This time the porn was horrid on the gay side.  Very young men, who were pretty enough, but were seemingly not paid enough to look excited about the sexual acts they were performing.  The straight video was perfect for me.  It was a hot squirt video.  (With my love of sexual body fluids, this should not surprise any of my readers.)  Often I find that squirt videos really waste all that excess—that it jets out onto the floor or the couch the couple is fucking on.  Here, there was almost always a second girl to luxuriate in the fluids that sprayed from another.  And in the best scene for me, the man making it happen let it cover his face and mouth so he could share it with the squirting woman.

I am alone for the first few scenes of the video.  I am jerking very, very happily.  About half way through, I am joined on the couch by a Black man I’d never seen there before.  He is maybe mid 30’s, good looking, though he carries a good 20 pounds of extra weight.  He is dressed as though he’s just come from the office.

He takes one look at the movie and instantly he is hard.  He begins squeezing his dick under his pinstriped pants.  The scene—with just two performers—finishes.  A threeway starts.  The man’s bulge gets bigger.

“Fuck that’s nasty,” he says the first time the girl takes the squirt full in her face.  “Hot!”   

I stroke.  He kneads as we watch.

“You aren’t going to bother me if you want to stroke it,” I tell him.  Now there’s an understatement…

He looks at me again.  (For he really has been watching the movie, not me.)  Then he unzips and pulls out a beautiful eight incher. 

The movie only gets hotter—for both of us.  The man on the screen inserts a hollow core dildo in the female non-squirter’s ass.  She lays on her back, ass in the air, next to the couch.  The man than manually gets the squirter to shoot again and again until the dildo’s hollow core is full.  Full of all that viscous squirt juice. The man pulls it out, without spilling a drop. 

My fellow stroker and I look at each other—what the fuck is he going to do with it? 

The man on the screen pours it into the woman’s gaping asshole from which he has just pulled the dildo.

“Holy shit,” the man next to me says.  His hand moves furiously over his ebony dick.

I watch as the man starts to fuck the overflowing ass of the woman on the floor.  It’s just like a great piss fuck—fluid is pushed out with every stroke as he fucks her.

My companion stands up.  He doesn’t want to get cum on his suit.  I make an instantaneous decision.  I slide to the floor.  I take the head of his dick into my mouth just as he erupts.  He looks down at me in shock—but not disgust. 

He fires a huge load into my mouth—and I fire one just as big between his legs.

He lets me milk every drop out of his cock. 

And clean it again after he pulls it out of my mouth the first time…

Derrick and Jacob: Comfort and Relentlessness

West Michigan—September, 2017

Things slowly returned to normal after my vacation in Canada and my one night at the gay campground.   I did a mid week jaunt to the bookstore—and was so disappointed at the lackluster ‘crowd’ that I did not play at all.  I was glad I pretty sated from all those Canadians.

My mood changed on a visit to Derrick and Jacob.  It was a rare mid-week meet for us.  I filled them in on all my adventures in Toronto as we sat in the study.  And the next thing we knew, our cocks were out and in each other’s mouths…

My face is buried in Derrick’s ass.  He’s in the sling and I am pushing copious amounts of saliva up his hole.  God, I’ve missed this.  I had a blast with all the other men I’ve had lately, but I love returning to these two.  I hear Jacob say “Hear you go…” above me.  He is likely smothering Derrick with a sweaty pit to clean.  I spit into Derrick’s hole one last time and stand up to fuck. 

I slide in easily with all the saliva and pre-cum I’ve added.  Derrick grabs his Elbow Greased cock and jerks.  Jacob begins working on his nipples.  It’s a slow fuck.  Measured.  Letting him feel and appreciate the full mass of my dick as it fills him.

Jacob looks up into the mirror above the sling to watch my anal assault of his partner.  “Fuck…” he murmurs and renews his efforts on Derrick’s nips.  My pace is building without me being particularly conscious of it—it just feels so good.  Soon my hips are slapping into him—filling the enclosed space with the sound of our rutting.

“You should take a turn,” I tell Jacob.  I pull out and move to the side. 

Jacob wastes no time in getting his PA’ed cock up Derrick.  He grunts his approval of the wet hole I’ve left for him to fuck in.  I work Derrick’s nipples with my mouth and teeth.  Jacob is pile driving into Derrick’s open hole.  I sink my right pit over Derrick’s mouth.  His tongue hungrily licks and cleans every hairy, sweat soaked inch of it.  I give him the left to do as well.

Jacob pulls out.  He presents his cock for me to suck.  I am instantly on my knees, paying particular attention for where the piercing enters his dick.  His big dick is totally coated in Derrick’s fuck juices.  It’s a sweet meal.  And one that makes my cock pre-cum even more.  When he pulls his dick from my mouth, I stand up and instantly stick my now dripping dick into Derrick.  I fuck him.  Hard.   Fast.   Deep.  The wetness of his ass makes a great sucking sound that fills the room.

We break.  Derrick feels things shifting inside him—he excuses himself to go check.  Jacob and I look at each other.  “Let’s surprise him when he comes back,” I suggest.  Jacob loves to be bound.  I reach for the white cloth straight jacket that hangs on the wall by the sling with two or three others. 

“Use the leather one.” 

I find it and begin to fit it on Jacob.  Arms in place, I do up the back.  Then the arms are wrapped around his chest.  I buckle them in place.  We ignore the lower straps as they would cover his ass crack.  I move the rimseat out from where it’s stored under the sling and set it up in the middle of the dungeon—the first thing he’ll see as he comes back into the room.  I move Jacob to the front of it—where he will be ready to sit.  I grab a blindfold and cover half of his handsome face.    I wiggle between his legs and get under the seat. 

“Now sit down.”

He does, easily, and my face is filled with his hairy, spread hole.  He groans as I begin drilling up into him.  Within moments, Derrick opens the door.  I can only imagine how hot the picture must be—me sprawled out on the floor, eating out his helpless, blindfolded boy.  Derrick steps up, straddling my chest and feeds his cock to Jacob.  I hear the boy hungrily take it in his mouth.  He must be in heaven—immobile and having two men working on him.  I am drilling deeper and deeper into his yielding ass.  I really want to fuck him, but I am more than happy to just keep eating and getting his hole sloppy and ready.

Derrick moves so he is now kneeling between my splayed legs.  He pries my hand off my cock and takes me into his mouth.  Now I will have to be careful—getting sucked while my face is buried in a hairy, wet ass is about as good as it gets.  But Derrick reads me—he takes me to the brink of orgasm and stops.  “You need to fuck the boy,” he tells me.

Jacob stands with Derrick’s help so I can wriggle out from below the seat.  I think we’re about to unbind Jacob, but instead we just lead him to the sling and carefully hoist him into it.  Blindfold and all.  With his legs in the stirrups, he’s not going anywhere.  I look to Derrick to see if he wants to go first…but he settles in a chair to watch me fuck.  I dip to taste Jacob’s hole one last time and I’m ready to go deep.

Jacob is vocal as I enter him.  It’s all groans, very few words.   His cock is rock hard at first.  It goes down a little with the driving fuck I administer to his helpless form.  Damn, it’s hot seeing him like this under me.  I look to Derrick.  He’s hard and stroking.  He gives me an encouraging nod.  “Fill him up.  Give him your load.”

Jacob whimpers.  Softly.

“Do you want that?  Do you want me to breed you?”

“Yes, Sir.  Do whatever you want…”

This makes me fuck him still harder.

I pull out.  I taste his hole once more.  As always—it’s the trigger that takes me over the edge.  I stand up and drive it into Jacob.  I explode in two strokes.  Over and over again.  I feel like I’m still drooling cum.  I collapse onto his leather bound chest and hold on.

When I can breathe again, I stand.  My cock is still marinating in his filled ass.  I spit on his cock and begin stroking it.  Jacob groans—loudly now.  He is ready to shoot in just a few strokes. His first blast lands on the leather jacket.  The rest of his cum falls on his balls or coats my fingers.  I lick my fingers clean—noisily—so he knows just what I’m doing.  I pull out just enough to bend and lick up the rest his load…

*****

It is as we are relaxing on the couch afterwards, that Derrick came up with the phrase that sums up how we play—and became the title of this post:  Comfort and Relentlessness.

Yeah.

******

“We have something for you.”

It’s the next morning, just as I’m leaving. 

Jacob arrives with a British street sign that they have found at either a flea market or antique store. “We had to get it for you.”

Oh, yes.  I want to live of Felch Street.  Please…

  

Jacob posing with the sign—which now hangs in my playroom—above the rim seat.

Cruising in the Dark

The Wilds of Michigan—September, 2017

I left Toronto feeling, well, very refreshed.  Rejuvenated.  Sated.   It was an easy drive and an easy border crossing (for a change) back into Michigan.  At the first rest area after the bridge I pulled in, pissed, wondered about the man in the lone car at the other end of the parking lot and made a phone call to a friend.  He wanted me to join him at a new gay campground in Michigan.  It was on my way home—so why not?

This new site is just about a year old and still under construction/renovation.  I found it easily, paid a membership fee and was directed to my friend’s large, luxurious trailer—which is the polar opposite of my tiny tent.  My host has appeared in these pages, usually when I am playing at the bookstore which verges on being a bathhouse in the middle of the state.  He is my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large, cock that bulges in the middle--which makes it a terrific challenge to suck. 

We did some catching up about my trip and then he showed me around the campground. It was packed.  The campsite’s streets were lined with the big trailers that men park for the entire summer.  There were the usual showers, activity room, a pool under construction and, across a bridge and down a trail—a play area.  There was a sling, a fuck bench and a picnic table.  There were also a number of old tractor tires half buried in the ground for guys to bend over.  There was also a pretty hot blond man cruising the area.  I nodded to him, but that was it—as we circled back to my friend’s campsite and began dinner preparations.

While we were eating, a mutual friend arrived, who also makes an occasional appearance here.  He’s always been called the Tall One:  around my age, 6’5 or so, a good looking, truly versatile man.  As the sun went down, we decided we needed to revisit the play area…

It’s dark.  Really dark, as only a woods can be at night.  We use a flashlight sparingly.  As we near the play area we turn it off,  for the owners have installed a few low level garden lights to keep us on the path.  We have passed the club house, where they are having a dance.  We’re pretty sure that we will find some men sneaking away from that, looking for some action. 

Our eyes adjust.  There are some men already at the play area.  I see a couple making out by the fuck bench.  A very young man, in nothing but a jock strap, though the air has some nip in it tonight, is on his knees by the one of the tires.  The three of us ring him and unzip.  He grunts his pleasure and starts sucking my host.  Then the Tall One.  Finally me.  The first round is good.  He’s hot and his mouth is just what we want.  But by the second round, we realize he’s high.  A hit of poppers on top of whatever else he took makes for teeth on dicks, lack of focus, more time spent inhaling than sucking and times when he literally hunkers down and “goes away.” 

The Tall One and I move away.  I sit on the picnic table bench and suck the Tall One’s cock myself.  And out of the shadows emerges the man who I’d seen earlier cruising this area.  He’s dark blond, late 40’s, nicely put together, wearing an A-shirt and sweat pants.

I pull off the Tall One’s dick.  “Suck this,” I tell the cruiser.

He is instantly on his knees.  The Tall One sighs.  I stand.  My dick presses into the Tall One’s balls, so the Cruiser licks at it occasionally as he services the other dick.

I pull his head onto my dripping cock.  He’s great.  His mouth is super wet and hot.

My host utters a strangled grunt from out of the dark.   I’m sure he is giving the tweaker (or someone) a load.

The Tall One sits on the picnic table.  I lift the Cruiser off his knees and push him onto the Tall One’s dick.  With him sitting, it forces the Cruiser to bend to suck cock.  I pull the sweats down, kneel and begin tonguing the Cruiser’s ass.

“Fuck, yeah!” he grunts around the Tall One’s dick in his mouth. It’s a smooth hole on my tongue—just the merest wisps of hair around it.  A smooth, but puffy hole.  I’m sure that it has had dick today…but it’s been cleaned up before tonight.  I lube myself a little as I eat him out.  The Cruiser comes off the dick in his mouth.  “Do you guys fuck?”

I don’t answer.  I just stand up.  I beat my cock on his hole.  I give him a couple of seconds to tell me to cover it.  Then I go in.  He grunts his pleasure and re-doubles his efforts on the Tall One.  I begin a slow fuck.  The hot hole is getting slimy fast.  I pull out and taste it.  Then I plunge back in.  I fuck him hard.  The couple by the fuckbench appears.   They watch for a moment and stroke—then disappear back into the darkness. 

I pull out once again.  “You need to fuck this hole,” I tell the Tall One.  He goes around, spits on his dick and pushes in.  I sit on the edge of the table, wondering if the Cruiser is an Ass to Mouth guy.  He is.   He licks his juices off me hungrily.  He slurps with abandon.  I slide off the table and kiss his wet mouth.  I sit back down and let him suck me as the Tall One fucks.

From out of the gloom a guy approaches, his dick out.  Somebody who looks more business man than camper.  Has he been watching us out of sight?  He steps up on the picnic table bench and feeds me his cock.  I love having a dick in my mouth while mine is getting sucked—something that doesn’t happen often enough.  The guy is breathing fast.  I want this guy’s load and tell him so. 

“Naw, that’s for my partner—but thanks.”  And he leaves.

I change with the Tall One.  I fuck the Cruiser again as he cleans the Tall One’s cock.  Mid blow job, the Tall One announces he’s going to cum.  “In my ass,” pleads the Cruiser.

I pull out and the Tall One inserts just in time.  He explodes—holding on to the Cruiser’s hips for support.  He marinates there for a long time—I just know that the Cruiser is milking every drop out of him.  As he pulls out, I want to clean his dick—but I let the Cruiser do it—he's earned the right.  He takes it into his mouth almost reverently.  He spit shines every drop of cum off it.  I content myself with kissing him when he’s done.  We instinctively snow ball a little of the cum and ass juices in his mouth.  He swallows. 

The Tall One takes off to go back to camp and the Host.

I fuck the Cruiser some more. But he’s worn out.  He apologetically tells me he’s been out here on and off all day—he needs to get home.  I let him go.

I move away from this clearing and the moon light.  I go near the shadowy, unused sling.  I suck two cocks there---totally in the dark.  I can’t tell you anything about the guys.  The second guy gives me a salty, smoker’s load. 

All is quiet.

No one. 

Reluctantly I head back to camp…