Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Coitus Interruptus

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

Many readers love the entries about the house parties I attend in this area.  The host is a snow bird, so they are given only when he is in Indiana for the summer.  This year, every single party he threw was a night when I had to work late.  Until the one in October.  Even now, when I was living almost in his back yard, I knew I couldn’t get there until later than usual. 

I wondered if it was worth my time to go that late.  I got a text from Young Miguel:  “r u going to party tonight?”

I sent back I could if he was going, but that I couldn’t get there until 11:30 pm. 

The next message read:  “Good i want yur dick again.”


I arrive at 11:25.  There are still a good number of cars parked in the yard of his ranch house.  I go in and strip, zipping my clothes into my bag.  I leave on a jock and put my boots back on.  I do a quick tour.  The bedroom on the upper floor holds two bears giving each other head.  The hide-a-bed in what is usually a dining room, has a young man on his knees with a daddy dick in his mouth.  In the living room, another bear is stroking to porn.  But no Miguel.

I go downstairs.  I wave to the host at the bar.  No one is in the glory hole nook.  The couches in front of the porn projected on the wall are busy.  Men stroke themselves or the man next to them.  A couple lean over and take a neighbor's wet dick into their mouths.  But no Miguel.  I continue on into the back room.  The host has added a bed back here.  And it’s full of three cubs at play.  Two of them have sandwiched the third between them.  One gives him head as the other licks his ass.

I take my dick out and stroke as I watch them.  I want to replace the ass eater—I know I could do a better (deeper) job. The man in the middle reaches out and strokes my cock for me.  And Y Miguel comes around the corner.  He falls to his knees and takes my cock out of the Cub’s hand and begins to suck me.  To the root—repeatedly.

“Look at him take that cock,” chortles the Cub who was sucking.  “Damn!”

I let him go to town on my engorged dick.  Eventually, I pull him off and up.  We kiss.  I gently push him onto the bed with the other three guys.  He knows what I want—he gets on all fours.  I kneel behind that beautiful butt.  The former ass eater leans across Y Miguel and thoughtfully spreads his cheeks for me.  I plunge into his warm hole. 

“He’s hungry,” the ass eater says, looking on.  “What a hot ass.”  He squirms around on the bed to present his dick to Y Miguel.  The other two men go back to sucking.  Y Miguel hesitates.  I tell him to suck it.  He swallows the tiny dick to the root.

I spit into his hole one last time.  I rear up and get the head of my cock in Miguel’s ass.

“He’s going in bareback,” the former ass eater reports to the other two.

Y Miguel lets me fuck for a moment.  He then pulls away and rolls off the bed.  “Come on…”  He leads me out of the room, not wanting to show off any longer.  Every room he leads me to has fellow fuckers in it.  We end up in the back bathroom.  I lock the door at his request. 

He’s back on his knees.  He grunts in appreciation at the taste of his hole on my dick.  He gets me super wet, stands up and bends over, grabbing the counter top.  “Fuck me hard, Papi.  Fuck me like at the bookstore.” 

My dick slides home in one long thrust.  Y Miguel grunts his pleasure out and cracks open the poppers.  He inhales—then can’t find the cap.  The vapor fills the enclosed room.  We are both rushing now.  We fuck faster and faster. 

“Oh, fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck,” he chants.

I slap his ass.  It sounds deafening in the tiny room.

We slow down.

We stop only because neither of us want to come yet.

I tell him to go have some fun but to find me when he wants to get off.

I don’t see him again that night.

*****

I join the men watching the projected porn.  I suck two of them off—swallowing their loads.

*****

I take the tour again.  An adorable, dark haired cub and a bubble butted Black kid both in their early 30’s are sucking each other on the upstairs bed.  I’m invited to join.  They suck me singly.  They take turns on me.  I suggest one sucks me as the other sits on my face.  Everybody loves this idea.  The Bubble Butt is riding my tongue like it was a cock.  The Cub sucks me making the sexiest groans.

“You’ve got to sit on his face,” Bubble Butt tells the Cub.

They trade.  The Cub loves it.  Too much.  He shoots all over my chest.  Bubble Butt comes off my cock and licks up the load.  He feeds it to me without being asked.  We kiss and savor his spunk, back and forth, for long minutes.

“Will you fuck me?” he asks as we come up for air.

“Sure.”

He hands me a condom.  Shit.  I unroll it.  And we fuck.  But it is only ok.  We both know it.  Bubble Butt pulls off me, turns around and yanks the condom off my dick.  “Let’s do it right,” he whispers.

I re-lube and sink into his warm ass.  We both groan in unison—which makes us laugh.

We fuck in earnest.  I know it’s late and I really want to get off.  I am so damn close.

“Can I ride your cock?”

I almost say no, as I never cum that way, but I let him.  He sinks down on me and in three strokes he is firing all over my chest, too.  “Don’t worry, I can keep going,” he grunts out.  And he does.  I mop up some of his load, taste it.  I’m building nicely.  Maybe I can shoot…


And our host steps in.  “Don’t mind me…” He begins to tidy the room and chat.  It’s 1:00am and it’s time to leave.  The young man dismounts.  I thank him—and the host—and never do get off that night.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

“I Love Sucking Big White Dick.”

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

I think I took a day off after the explosive fucks with the two Miguels.  But I was back at it on my next afternoon off.  I decided to change venues.  I traveled to the largest of the porn theatres—the one with two long rows of seats and the low walls to lean on as you stood waiting for sex…


It’s so dark after the light of the lobby.  I am using the low wall to guide myself into the larger standing area.  I can see the back of only one man’s head sitting in the theatre seating.  I move along the divider to get center.  I stop.  I’ve just bumped into a kneeling man.  His hands are on my hips.  His face is pressed into my crotch.  In the light from over the wall, I can only see he has silver hair.  I let him undo my pants.  My cock doesn’t care who is down there, it wants to be made wet.  The man pulls my ripped underwear down and my cock slaps him in the face.  He swallows me down to the root.  Groaning his pleasure around my thick shaft.  The man in the audience turns to me—I get the idea that he had no notion there was a cocksucker back here in the shadows.  I let the kneeling man go to work.

Now I hold the silver Daddy’s head still.  I fuck his face with slow, rhythmic strokes.  I can hear him jerking his cock.  I let go.  He grunts and returns to his own cocksucking routine:  lots of attention to the head with an occasional deep throat.

He is slowing down.  I am sure he thinks I will be like so many of the men who haunt these places and explode at the mere idea of a man’s mouth on my dick.  He finally stops and I help him to his feet.  In the light from the movie I see he’s a very handsome man.  He leans in and whispers—“I want your cum.”

I shrug.  I reach down and feel a thick, dripping dick.  I kneel and take him in my mouth.  He’s surprised and pleased.  And rapidly fires a thick ropy load down my throat.  He pulls away from me—he can’t stand me cleaning him up.  He re-adjusts his clothing and goes back to the office.  With my cock still dangling out of my pants, I go find a seat.  I sit on the aisle in the front row—giving the man in the second row a good view of my dick.

He proceeds to watch the movie, ignoring me.  I watch and stroke.  It’s a pretty good porn—straight, but with a slightly kinky edge to it.  Which is good—for no one else is around for a good half hour.

The door buzzes open.  A man, obviously on a late lunch hour, walks in.   He’s dressed in suit pants, with a crisply starched dress shirt and tie.  And he’s gorgeous:  early 30’s, ebony skin with movie star features.  His hair is cropped close to his scalp.  He looks like he should be helping me open a new checking account not eyeing my fully aroused cock.

He comes right over to me.  “You should let me suck you.”

“Sure.”

He opens his pants and lets them fall to his ankles, so he won’t kneel on the expensive material.  For a moment, I notice his Andrew Christian briefs are very full before he kneels on the sticky concrete and begins giving me head.  He has to work a little at first not to scrape my cock head with his teeth, but he learns.  I love watching my cock disappear into his handsome face.

The man in the row behind us watches.  His zipped up jeans don’t even plump.

This young man is really enjoying himself.  He sucks, he nibbles, he goes for my balls without being asked.  I hope I will be able to give him the load for which he is obviously working so hard.  Only once does he grope himself.  It’s all about servicing me.

He pulls off me.  And spits to one side.  Damn.  I knew he couldn’t be perfect.  And frankly my potential orgasm recedes a little.  He stands.  His briefs have swollen very nicely.  The man in the back gets up and leaves.

“Thanks,” I tell my sucker.

“I love sucking big White dick.”

“Great.”

“What would make you cum?”

“Show me your ass.”  It is as perfectly shaped as the rest of him.

“I’m not prepared for fucking—and I don’t do that here.”

“I just want to see it.”  I stand up.

He leans, supporting himself with his arms on the seat backs, jutting his ass out.  “Pull them down.  Slowly.”

I do.  It’s a glorious bubble butt.  Tight, curly hairs cover both globes and form a tangled mass in his ass crack.  I lean in thinking I might at least run my tongue down it.  But, nope, he’s right—he’s not prepared even for that.  But the look of his ass is glorious.  He straightens up and turns around.  He pulls down his briefs.  A long, thin cock cut bounces in front me.

“Do you want me to suck you?”  I don’t give him time to answer.  I swallow his thinner cock to the hilt—until my nose is deep in a forest of tightly curled pubes.

“Damn you suck good for an old guy.”

I pause for a moment, let that sink in and continue.  It’s his turn now to hold onto my head and fuck my face.  His cock is the longest I’ve had this trip—it hits places no one has touched in a long time.

I pull off him.

“Don’t stop.  I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum.”

“You don’t have to—I swallow.”  I take him back in my mouth.  They are magic words.  He pumps out a big, creamy load.  I swallow willingly.  I jerk while I do it—hoping this might be the trigger, but no.  He lets me clean him up.

As he is pulling the expensive suit pants back up he asks “Are you homeless?”

I look at him.  It’s true that I don’t wear nice clothes for cruising bookstores.  I’m in old army fatigues and the underwear is ripped—and saved for adventures like this, not everyday use.  I tell him no, I’m not.

“Are you sure?  I’ve seen you around town.”

I tell him that is unlikely.

“Under the bridge.”

“I don’t even know where that is.”

“Do you smoke?”  he asks.

“No.”

“I don’t mean cigarettes.  I mean meth.”

“No, I don’t even play with men who I know do it.”

“Well, you have that ring on your dick to stay hard.”

I tell him I wear a cockring to keep my balls in place.  And I like the feel.

He remains unconvinced.  “You going to get off?”

“Maybe later.”  Now I would frankly just like him to go.

“I bet you can’t get off for the drugs.”

I just shut up.

“I know I’ve seen you down by the bridge…” he tells me once more as he goes out the door.

I sigh.  So nice at first…and now so odd…

*****

There is no one else.  I am still there for another 30 minutes.  Alone.

And back he comes.  He unzips, sticks his dick in my mouth and tells me to beat off until I shoot. 

It works. 

He tells me it was a big load…before he begins lecturing me on HIV. 


And getting my number in his phone.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Two Asses on Offer: Miguel Vs. Miguel

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

I got a message from my friend Ryan that Miguel (who we’d recently fucked, bred and felched at one of the bookstores) was going to be back there on a Saturday afternoon.  Not only was he going to be there, but another of Ryan’s regular f-buds—and one who I had used at a number of the Indiana house parties—was coming as well.  Confusingly, he is also a Miguel…so for this particular post we will have Miguel (the open hole we recently filled) and Young Miguel. 

Yes, something to be thankful for as I write on this Thanksgiving Day…dueling bottoms who both want my cock and cum.


We are meeting up at the bookstore closest to where I am staying—the one that has a Cinema on one side and an arcade on the other.  I get there before any of them.  I have time for a little warm up before the main event.  I go into the cinema side.  There is one man standing in the back.  He’s the Young Man with the Scraggily Goatee and the beautiful uncut cock who I sucked during an earlier visit.  POST.  Today, he wears a Harley Davidson cap which suits him well.  He grins as he sees me come in and offers me his cock.  I kneel quickly and take him to the root as I open my own trousers.  He lets me work his foreskin until he’s drooling pre-cum.

Soon he’s pumping his cock into my mouth—but stops just before he cums.  He pulls out.  “Would you let me suck yours?” 

Well, hell, yes!  I stand up and let this guy go down on me.  He isn’t opening wide enough at first, but gets the idea fast.  He’s good once he gets going.  He pulls off me.  “You gonna give me your cum?”  I shake my head—but he goes back to work, hoping I won’t be able to help myself.  He is stroking himself as he sucks my bigger dick.  Suddenly he stands up and grunts “Take my load.”  I fall to my knees and get every drop of his cum.  He thanks me and leaves. 

I stand up and Ryan comes in as I’m licking my lips.  He’s spread the word to both bottoms to buy the combined package so we can fuck in more comfort over here than in a cramped booth.  For now, we wander the arcade.

When I go to cross back to the Cinema, I’m told by management they have closed it for a re-wiring issue.  I guess we’ll be fucking in the booths after all.

Young Miguel arrives first.  He finds me in the corridor.  Ryan has ducked into a booth, YM and I find another.  He is looking great.  Maybe 30—likely 27 or 28—he is taller than I remember, 5’10 or so.  His chest has filled out from hard work at the gym.  And he’s still ravenous for big dick—especially big white dick.

He falls to his knees.  “Thank you, Papi.” My cock fits effortlessly into his mouth.  His eyes look up into mine.  He sucks me until I’m dripping.

“Get my balls.”  He does.  Tonguing them with broad, wet strokes which mat the hair.  I pull him off me and up so we can kiss.  He opens his pants.  They drop to the floor, the belt buckle hitting the floor loudly.

He knows what I want—and I think he wants it every bit as much.  He kneels with his right leg up on the bench, jutting his brown ass right at me.  I kneel and taste him.  His hole gives way to my tongue with only slight resistance.  I am deep inside—leaving him as wet as possible for my raw cock.  He grinds his nearly hairless crack against my beard.

“That feels so good,” he whispers.

I work harder at making sure my beard caresses every inch of the crevice between his cheeks. I zero in on his hole once more.  It’s now wet and pliant.  I am so ready to get my cock in him.

“Fuck me…”  Y Miguel is ready, too.

I stand up and slowly work my flared head into him.

“Oh, shit,” YM grunts out.  “Fuckin’ daddy cock.   Give me all of it.”

I keep right on sliding up him.  I pause for a moment.  And Young Miguel starts fucking himself on my rigid dick before I can begin the back stroke.  I let him impale himself.  I knock his jerking hand away from his own dick, for I don’t want him to shoot too soon.  When he slows down, I take over, pummeling his upturned butt.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste his hole again.  His ass is super wet and his ass lips are beginning to plump. 

“That is so nasty…” he hisses as my tongue pushes into the hole my cock just vacated.  My goatee is soon damp with his ass juices.  I spit and probe as deeply as I can.  I rise and enter him.  Roughly.  Daddy is in charge now.  And he wants to fuck.  Hard.  So hard that Y Miguel’s head hits the cheap plywood wall.

I stop.  I pull him up into a kiss.  I press his shoulders down.  I want him to clean my cock.  He hesitates, but licks the head on my dick.  Once he realizes how good he tastes he is lapping up every inch of my cock.

“Fuck—I taste good.”

I pull Young Miguel off me and up into an embrace.  “Why do you think I spend so much time eating your ass?”

We kiss once more and he reluctantly let’s me go find the other guys.

*****

I find them.  In the back booth—the one with two gloryholes.  Ryan has left the door open.  He is fucking Miguel who is sucking a small cock sticking through the glory hole.  With the Cinema out of bounds, we will never get the Miguels side by side so we can switch off on them as Ryan and I hoped.  Four people will never fit in one booth.  Three is tight and this back booth is one of the larger ones.  The cock in the wall pulls out of Miguel’s mouth.  Ryan has his back to me, but he knows I’m there.  He turns and asks if I want a turn.

I don’t answer.  I simply kneel.  Ryan pulls out and shoves his ass slicked cock in my mouth.  I clean it.  Miguel tastes just as good (though totally different) than the younger man.  I switch from sucking Ryan to exploring Miguel’s hole with my tongue.  The cock, or maybe it’s a new one, pokes through the hole.  Miguel sucks it down.  He is rewarded with a load before I’m done rimming him.  He spits some of it into his hand.  I stand up and he coats my dick with it.

“Yeah, fuck that cum into him,” Ryan hisses.  I slip easily into his used hole with all that cum.

“He take any other loads?” I ask Ryan.

“Not yet,” he says, shaking his head. 

I fuck Miguel hard.  He keeps his mouth right by the gloryhole, hoping for another dick. I am frothing the cum I’ve driven into Miguel.  I pull out and let Ryan sample it.  He cleans my dick and I plunge back in.  I fuck him hard enough that you can hear my hips slapping his ass throughout the store.  I could so easily load this man—right here, right now.  But I gave him my load last time.  I really want to give it to Young Miguel.

I pull out and push Ryan’s face into the frothy mess that is Miguel’s ass.  Ryan licks him clean as I back out of the booth. 

*****

I can’t find Young Miguel.  I wonder if he has found someone he wanted. 

I piss. And on the second circuit I find Y Miguel opening a door quite close to where we were playing.  I ask if he had any fun when I was gone.

He shakes his head.  “No, Papi.  I want your dick and your cum.”

He strips.  Totally this time and folds his clothes on his shoes and tucks them under the bench.  My fatigues are around my ankles—the boots won’t let them come off easily.  I kneel and taste his ass again.  I slather it with saliva.

“Fuck me hard, Papi.  Make me feel it tomorrow at church.”

Oh, fuck. There’s a line to make my cock drip.  I spit one last time in his hole and stand up.  Y Miguel guides my cock into his ass.  I am moving very slowly—on purpose.  Every movement makes both of us squirm or shake.  I sink into him again.  For a moment I think he’s taken a load, he is so damn wet, but the smell is all him—that same ass lube I have all over my beard.  I fuck him slowly.  Disregarding his demands for me to go faster.  I pump his hole in half time.  And Y Miguel is literally shaking as I do it.

“Please…”

And I let him have it.  I am suddenly on turbo drive.  I pound his ass as hard as I’ve ever fucked anyone.  His hands fly up against the wall, off his dick, supporting himself against the railing he is receiving.  I pull out.  Brutally.  It leaves his hole gaping.  I kneel and taste it.

“Ahhhhhh…!!”  Y Miguel moans.

I taste myself in the mix of ass lube and pre-cum.  It triggers my orgasm.  I plunge back into his hole—unloading a two day load into him.  I shudder each time his ass grips my tender dick.

We marinate a long time.  My arms still wrapped around him from behind.

“Clean my dick,” I whisper in his ear.  “Taste my load.”

He doesn’t move.  I pull halfway out, swipe my index finger across my cum streaked dick and bring it up to his mouth.  He suckles the finger clean.  Only then does he break the embrace and pull off me so he can taste every drop clinging to my spent cock…

*****

In the car I text Ryan to find Miguel in booth 8 so he can felch my load.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Eating Ass and Drinking Piss...Plus One

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

(This post picks up immediately after the previous one…)

I fuck Marc on the bed for another moment—then he rolls away and says…“You’re fun and you’re hot.  I want to run something by you…”

“Sure.”

“This morning I got an email from some local pig.  He says he’s into everything.  I told him I had my playtime covered.  Now I’m wondering if we should use him together.”

“If you want, sure.”

“Let me find a picture of him…”

“If you thought he was hot, I’m fine,” I tell him truthfully.  “Do you need to contact him?”

“Naw, I was pretty sure you’d answer just the way you did.  He expects us in an hour.  Let’s get dressed.”

We grab a sandwich and take off in his rental car.  It isn’t until the GPS directs us into the middle of a corn field that I’m pretty sure I know the pig in question.  It’s the man who had me “rape” him by climbing through his farmhouse window and who I later met and flogged in his rather dark basement.  We turn up his twisty drive.  I tell Marc that I know this guy—and we are all a great match.  I squeeze his tented crotch as we park in the rather cluttered yard.

This time we are let in at the side door.  The man, short and compact leads us downstairs.  His sling hangs from the rafters.  There are two tables—one laden with toys and one empty.  The floor is tarped. The sub apologizes that he is not quite done with his clean out and hopes that we can amuse ourselves for a moment.

“Come here,” says Marc to the sub and points to his feet.  The man kneels.  Marc takes out his cock.  “Drink my piss, boy.”

The sub instantly takes Marc’s cock into his mouth.  He is treated to a blast of piss—a great mix of our combined fluids.    I undo my fly, too.  I really want to piss down his throat before I get fully hard.  The sub has finished the piss and is lovingly suckling Marc’s dick to full hardness.  I need to piss now.  I step up and wet Marc’s cock with a short blast.  This sends the sub into overdrive.  He cleans him thoroughly.  I do it again.  The sub licks Marc dry.  My final blast goes right into the sub’s mouth.  He knows to keep his tongue out of the way and just let the full force power wash his mouth and throat.

I peter out.  “Now go finish up,” I tell him and he scurries back upstairs.

Marc and I strip.  We add our chaps—my leather ones and his Neoprene with a red stripe.  We both put our boots back on and add a harness.  Marc checks out the sling.  “Do you think this is hung tall enough for us?” he asks.

“One way to find out.”

And Marc hops in.  My cock sways above him.  I would have to do deep knee bends to fuck him.  He gets out and we raise it.  He gets in again.  My piss wet cock pokes right on his puffy ass lips. 

“Fuck me, stud.”

I don’t just stick it in.  I want to taste his hole again.  I kneel and stick my tongue up him.  He groans and tells me he can’t wait for my dick once more.  I stand up and plow it into his hole.  He grunts.  I do a slow pull out—and a much faster re-entry.  My hips slam against his butt.  It sounds loud in the confines of the basement.   We fuck.  Noisily.  And right in front of the sub who has returned.

“Get down here,” I direct, pointing to under the sling.  I know he’ll know what I want as I slow the speed of the fuck.   And he does.  His mouth and tongue are all over the underside of my dick on every back stroke.  He stays there for a while, savoring the precum and ass juices.  Then he concentrates on my balls.  This is harder to coordinate.  I bat him away with the back of my hand.  He comes up and around and starts eating my ass.  He is letting his tongue spear me each time as I pull out of Marc’s butt.  Finally, I step aside and push the sub’s face into Marc’s wet ass.  I kind of hate that phrase in bad porn writing of ‘he ate hole like a starving man,’ but there is no other way to describe it.  He does.  He grunts his pleasure and goes about it so intently Marc finally has to stop him as it is beginning to hurt.

“You need to be in the sling,” Marc says.  He swings out and we toss the sub in.  We each get an ankle in the stirrups.  Marc fucks him first.  It’s amazing to watch that huge PA disappear into the puffy hole of the sub.  Yeah, he’s puffy and we haven’t even started.  I stand at the head of the sling.  I cover his face and mouth with yet another stream of piss, then stick my cock into his gasping mouth.

We switch. 

I fuck him and Marc twists the sub’s nipples. 

I fuck him and Marc slaps the sub’s balls.

I fuck him and Marc all but pulls the sub’s balls off his body.

And the sub can’t get enough.

We switch.

Marc fucks for a minute, then begins pulling his balls again.  This time towards him.  I piss again, covering the chest of the man in the sling—letting the last spurt go into his mouth.  I look down at Marc—he has shoved the balls of the sub into the man’s ass.  I watch as Marc pushes his dick in there, too.  Fuck!  It’s really hot to watch. 

It’s even hotter when the balls stay in place and it’s my turn to fuck.  My bigger cock crushes them against his ass walls.  I don’t fuck for long— for they work out as my cock moves over them.

“Let’s open you up good.”  Marc murmurs.

Marc is too tall to fist him in the sling.  That’s what the other table is for.  It’s high enough that with the sub on his knees Marc doesn’t have to bend.

I watch the ease with which he opens him up.

And in truth—I’m fading a little.  I’ve been having sex since 2pm and it’s now after 10pm.  I find a seat and watch the sub get it now on his back and then back to all fours.  Marc offers me a turn—but I pass.  I have become a happy spectator.


Well, even happier when I feed the sub my last piss load…