Albolene

Jersey City, NJ—December, 2017

I dropped the Professor off at the airport and made it home safely and much faster than my usual exit from Chicago.  It had been a great trip.  I waited a couple of days—and went to the bookstore.  Disaster.  There were very few men there.  And I chose not to play at all than ‘make do.’

I flew back to Jersey for the holidays and my brother’s marriage to his long term partner.  He was improving (and still is) at a faster than expected rate once he was finally out of the ICU.  His improved condition helped me relax a little and I realized I wanted to find some ass.  I still wasn’t in an easy position to head into the city, but when a bareback bottom wrote me, who lived just a few blocks from the apartment, I couldn’t say no.  Maybe I should have…

I’m in no hurry.   The last message he sent stated he needed some clean out time and to give him 30 minutes.  I grab my lube and put my cock ring on.  I’m starting to plump just at the thought of some ass.  I get into my winter coat, though it is a warmer than average day for December. 

It’s an easy walk and I have loads of time.  I go through Lincoln Park.  I walk around the fountain.  I take the long way to his street.  I arrive on his doorstep at the 35 minute mark.  I ring the bell.  Nothing.  I am on the edge of going.  And the door swings open.

He’s late 40’s, maybe 6 foot tall and an occasional gym member.  His face is pleasant—the dark hair rather shaggy.  The moment the elevator doors close he tells me he hasn’t even started his clean out.  He’s had to get rid of a sometimes trick who was bugging him online. 

We arrive at his cluttered (and under renovation) apartment.  He seats me on the couch and gives me a glass of water.  There is Raw Fuck Club porn playing on the very large television.  I settle in as he excuses himself.  The bathroom is just steps away—and he converses as he goes about his routine.  I answer the few times I am asked a direct question—but it’s mostly a monologue about the young man who comes over to smoke his pot and never puts out.  And ex-boyfriends. 

I find myself sharing the couch with a rather smelly mongrel who has decided to get up on the couch now that his Dad is occupied elsewhere.  The dog is friendly enough—he won’t take his eyes off me—except whenever he decides to lick his own penis.  I watch him.  Right now he’s having a better time than I am.

It’s a good 45 minutes and the movie has ended and switched to another.  But I’m glad he’s taking the time—I love a clean playing field.  The monologue has stopped for the moment as he’s stepped into the shower.  I hear it turn off.  He dries himself and emerges without a word and goes into the bedroom.   Am I to follow?  I hear him turning on porn in there—so I go in.  The monologue starts again—wondering if I like Black guys in my porn—but he never lets me answer.  I strip.  There are clothes piled everywhere.  I strip, but I don’t know where to put my jeans.  With the dog?  On the pile of clothes that look the cleanest?  I hang them on the door.  I put my boots back on—I don’t want to be barefoot.

He finally looks at me and pats the space beside him.  I sit and lean against the bank of pillows.  He takes a scoop of Albolene and coats my dick.  And then proceeds to give me a great blowjob.  It involves some hand movements with his mouth.  I’m not usually a fan of being jerked with a mouth glued to my head, but this is different.  He knows how to stroke—and he’s taking me deeply into his throat. 

And he can’t talk.

I let him proceed.  Finally I need to eat his butt and fuck.   I tongue him on all fours.  My tongue finds more Albolene—which tastes horrible. I line up my cock and enter him.  He takes about 5 minutes of fucking—I have yet to bottom out in him—he’s only taking ¾ of my dick.  But he can’t take it.

He goes back to sucking.

I ask if he wants to ride me so he can control it.  Nope.

He lets me try once more on all fours and me standing on the littered carpet.

“It hurts.  Can you hurry up and cum?”

Normally, I would just pack up and get out.  But it’s been a full week since SteamWorks.  I need to shoot.  I think about nothing else, willing it to happen.

“I’d rather you shot on me than in my ass,” he tells me.

I pull out without even another stroke.

I slap his ass with my dick and stroke one off—something that I could have done at home.

I go into the bathroom.  There is not a single towel.  He does show up with some paper towel so I can try to get the Albolene off me.

He prattles on as I dress.  Telling me it was good sex.  I am barely listening.

I look at the dog.  Is it me or does, he have a rather smug expression on his face now that his head is just resting on his paws?  His eyes follow me out the door.  

I can’t wait to get out into the crisp winter air.

The Professor Gets Lucky on the Slurp Ramp

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The Professor and the Porn Stars

Chicago—December, 2017

The next day I was on the road to Chicago to meet the Professor.  It was an easy drive in, great weather—until the westbound toll way stopped dead.   For an hour.  I finally switched off the car and tried to stay calm.  I called the Professor.  He had just checked into the motel.  He gave me an update on how the group was forming…

Jack Vidra was the first man he’d contacted and he was set and eager.  I’d had to look Jack’s work up:  TitanMen, Raging Stallion, Falcon.  A true ginger with great tats.  A man who loves sex.  Versatile. 

Marco, the tall man with the 10 inch dick, was making a return to our motel play party for the third time.  He and the Professor have an amazing rapport.  He’s 6’0”, nicely defined, with reddish blond hair.  Just over 30 years old and putting himself through grad school.  All Top

Parker Allen (Dark Alley Media, Raw Fuck Club) would be late.  He was coming home from a west coast trip—but was eager to get to our motel room, as long as we were okay with him being about 30 minutes late.  The Professor had agreed—and so did my cock, sitting out there on the highway.  Versatile.

And he told me about a new man.  He’d decided that he really wanted an even number of men in the room.  So….

Jake Morgan was a young local breaking into porn and was thrilled to be included.  Mid 30’s, 5’, 11”, 185.  Gym built, of course, but not aggressively so.  Cute with short, dark hair and a great smile.  (And yes, he gave permission to me to post his picture/use his name when he heard about the blog.)  Versatile.

The Professor—Versatile.

FP—Top.

Six horny men. 

I told the Professor that I had left lots of extra drive time—I shouldn’t be late.  As I hung up, the traffic began to slowly inch forward.  Within moments, I drove by the reason for our delay—a semi had burned to a heaping mass of metal, on the shoulder just a mile ahead of me.

I got into Chicago with no other incident.  I got the sling set up between the two beds.  I pulled off the bedspreads, set out lube and covered the light shade of the fixture I’d leave on with a red hanky.  I got into my leathers, the Professor added a Fort Troff grunt jock.

We have a moment on the bed—so my cock ccould check his clean out.  It was perfect.

And there was a knock on the door…

Jack Vidra, hooded and cold, walks in the door.  He has brought lube, too.  And some toys.  Eventually, once he’s warmed up a little, he strips.  It’s a magnificent body.  And I love the art work.   He leaves on a jock and gets on his knees to sample what I have hidden behind the pouch of my yellow jock.

Before we can get going, Marcus and Jake arrive pretty much together.  Both strip and get right to it.  Marcus lies down on the bed closest to the windows and lets the Professor eat his ass.  Jake and Jack take turns on my dick, sucking it, passing it back and forth.  Jake excuses himself to check his cleanout and I tell Jack to bend over the bed.  I dive into his ass—my tongue working that gym built butt.  Soon enough, I have the men side by side.  As they kiss I am eating first one hot ass—and then the other.  Jake asks to be fucked—but to start smaller than Marcus or myself.

The Professor in getting royally fucked by Marcus.  Marcus pounds himself into the Professor’s pliant ass.

Jack spits on his cock and enters Jake.  I hold onto Jake—and watch the man’s expressive face as he takes his first cock of the night.  I am right there to tongue his ass once Jack stops.  Jack has me lie back.  Jake sits his freshly fucked ass on my face.  While I’m busy slobbering into it, I feel Jack sit on my cock.  He takes me in one easy glide down.  When he bottom’s out he lets out a whoop and rides me.

Parker arrives.  He’s tired—but eager.

We get the Professor in the sling.  The five of us take turns on him.  Repeatedly— once with him watching us…once with him blindfolded.

The play is now incredibly fragmented.  Everyone fucks everyone.  Marcus and I plow every man in the room.  The versatile guys show off just how versatile they are.  Marcus gives me some piss.   This inspires Jake to feed me (a first for him) too.  I drink them down hungrily.

I keep tossing these hot muscle asses into my sling…

It’s now late.

Jack is fucking Parker on the bed.   “What are the rules about cumming?  Do we load the host?”

I tell them they can, but it’s more important to load the man you are fucking when the time is right—the Professor, while he loves to be loaded, is about the fuck not the cum.

Almost instantly Jack is grunting out what must be a major load into Parker’s butt.  Jack holds inside him, marinating.  I kneel near them.  Jack pulls out and lets me clean his cock of his jizz and Parker’s copious ass juices.  I do one quick lick of Parker’s dripping hole and then ask that he gets in the sling.  Jake is riveted to my every move—has he never seen someone felching?

Parker is the man I have fucked the least.  I make up for that now.  I felch more of Jack’s load.  I fuck his slick ass.  Jack is right by my side watching his spunk be used as lube.  I pull out my cock.  I offer it to Jake to taste. 

“Do it,” Jack whispers in his ear.  

Jake goes down on me.  Tentatively—then eagerly.  A new convert.  I fuck Parker some more, let Jake clean my dick and then have him kneel between Parker’s spread legs with me.  We take turns licking up Jack’s seed that I’ve pulled out.  And kissing each other.

A cry from the other bed.  Marcus has been sitting on the Professor’s face.  He coats it with his cum—letting it spray out of that 10 inch hose of his.

Jake takes the Professor from behind—determined to seed him.  It’s an athletic fuck—but he can’t seem to cum.  Parker takes over as Jake jerks.

I get Jack into the sling.  I know where I want my jizz.  I eat his well used hole.  I know I have some of his own cum in my beard.  I make sure to leave it in his ass crack for my tongue to poke into him. 

I fuck him hard. 

I eat some more. 

I watch Parker load the Professor with a guttural grunt.

It sends me over the edge.  I shoot my load in Jack’s ass. 

“Let me ride you again.”

We lie on the bed.  I am treated to a taste of my cum as Jack straddles my face for a moment, but not for long.  My cock is still just hard enough for him to get it back into him.  He grinds himself down on me, jerking his dick.

He shoots again all over my chest.

He falls into my embrace, happily.

Six very happy and sated pigs.

The two sides of Jack.  Most of the men didn't have to choose just one.

Parker's dick

Just how hot and cute Jake really is....

Edit:  1.25.2018

Jake sent me some pics.   I don't think anyone will mind if I post them.

Now you can see that ass I spent so much time in...

Bookstore Peter Pan

Near Home—December, 2017

I never rush into more sex after visiting Derrick and Jacob’s playroom.  I always leave feeling sated. 
 

The next date on my sex calendar was meeting the Professor in Chicago to join him in another round of playing with pornstars.  The night before I was to leave, I was horned with anticipation, and I knew I hadn’t cum for a long time.  I wanted to shoot before meeting his new crop of hot men. 

I went to the bookstore…

It’s pretty sparse on this week night. 

But I am happy on the well worn couch, stroking to porn on the oversized television screen.  There are men around—just not many.  And so far they don’t feel very playful.  One man waits until we are the only two people in the room.  He comes over, kneels and starts to give me head.  Almost instantly, there is a noise outside the door.  He pulls off me in a flash and is going out that same door before the man outside can come in.

The new entry brings an amazing amount of energy into the room.  He makes a beeline to me with a “You need some help here.”  He kneels and begins to give me excellent head.  He seems a very young man in the dim light.  When he pulls off my dick, with a satisfied sigh, and looks up to see if I am pleased, I realize he’s a good deal older.  He is one of those eternally young gay men.  I guess now that I really look at him, he’s late 40’s or even early 50’s.  He has a handsome face which is totally clean shaven.  His hair is immaculately in place.  I find out that he is slim, when he suddenly stands up and drops his pants.  He turns around and positions his ass directly on my wet dick head.

“I need this in my hole again.”

Oh, great.   I don’t remember him.  Before I can sift through possibilities, I am concentrating on the way his ass is squeezing my cock.  He rides me in slow, steady strokes.  He wants the pleasure of the fuck—not the load.  I hold onto his hips and let him do the work.  Over and over.

He stands up, spins and kneels to clean my cock, making appreciative noises deep in his throat.  My head rests on the back of the couch with my eyes closed.  Suddenly my cock feels cold.  I open my eyes.  He has stood up and is pulling up his pants.  And he is gone.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, (and with no other action for me) he bursts through the door.

“My ass can’t get enough of that thing.”

He strips his pants off this time, folds them and tucks them under the couch.  He gets on all fours beside me.  I go to the floor and stick my tongue into his hole.

“Ohhhh, I’d forgotten how much you love to eat my hole.   Rim me, man.”

We are alone in the room—but I swear he’s talking loud enough that if anyone is in the gay cinema, they can hear every word.  But his hole is great.  I love the taste of what my cock has done to him. I rim and spit a ton of saliva into his once tight pucker.  He moans into his arms and keeps pleading for my cock.

Finally, I give it to him again.  I stand up, slap it squarely on his wet ass lips and slide into him.

“Fuck, yeah” he grunts.

I let out a long sigh myself.

I fuck him for a long time.  I fuck him hard enough—that I finally have to stop—afraid that I’m banging his head into the cinderblock wall over the couch back.

I pull out and sit down.  He scrambles to the floor and once again cleans my cock.  Meticulously.   Every inch is scoured with his tongue.

The door opens.  He proudly stays in place—actually seeming to show off for the new man.  And interestingly, it’s the man who ran like a frightened rabbit when he was starting to give me head before.  He stands by us—his eyes riveted to the man at work on my cock.  My cock is deepthroated.  My balls are licked.  My cock head is treated to his tongue as his hand slowly jerks my shaft.

Finally he pulls off.  He doesn’t look at me but at the voyeur.  “You want to suck him?” 

Silence.  

I look at the man, too.  I can see the battle going on behind his eyes.

“You really should,” says the man between my splayed legs.

Suddenly I have two men on their knees in front of me.  They are sharing my dick.  I go from one mouth to the next and back again.  Sometimes both tongues are on me at the same time. One on my cock and one on my balls.  And reverse.

It’s hot.  I love seeing my cock disappear into one man and, moments later, push into another mouth.  They feel really different.  The timid guy’s tongue work is not nearly as proficient.  And his mouth is drier.  But it’s great.  My balls are churning.

“You wanna see him fuck me?” the ageless man says to the man beside him on the floor.

He nods.  A look of awe on his face.

I stand up.  A chair is grabbed—easier for him to see.  The bundle of energy climbs into it, on all fours.  “Stay right there,” he tells the timid guy.  “You’ll see his cock fuck me right at the right level.”

I use my dripping cock to slap his ass again.  I plunge in.  I hold for the merest moment and begin a slow fuck—showing off for our new friend.  His ass is clinging to me now.  I forget about showing off and work on getting off.  I can feel it building soon enough. 

“Fill my ass with your cum.”

This produces a hiss of surprise from the voyeur.  I plow harder and harder.

“Do it,” the voyeur whispers.  “Cum in his ass.”

I don’t need any other encouragement.  I fire into him again and again.

We did talk long enough (after he had cleaned my cock for the voyeur, who wanted none of that) about where we’d met.  He told me it was at the bookstore 140 miles to the north, on the day after a Thanksgiving.  That rang some bells.  But he had no idea how long ago, either….

An Ailing FP.

I have been under the weather for the last three days--which "nicely" coincided with my doing a new job out of town.  I am better now--by quite a bit...but it may be a day before I can post.  I woke up with a hard on for the first time since I was feeling run down--so you know I'm on the mend.

A Greek terracotta figure of Priapus.

Derrick Takes It All

West Michigan—December, 2017

One of the things I love about playing with Derrick and Jacob is that we have no agenda of what has to happen in any given session.  We do what we feel like doing—and for as long as we feel like doing it.  We know a lot about each other and our individual sexual triggers.  This post will be illustrated, for the camera came out.  They have graciously let me post them. 

We started play, as we often do, up in their study.  I was treated to some expert cocksucking.  Both these men have taken it on themselves to become better cocksuckers for bigger cock. They have succeeded.  First Jacob took a turn as he woke up my dick by going back and forth between mine and his partner’s cock.  Then Derrick spent long, wonderful moments kneeling between my splayed legs as he repeatedly took me to the root.

It was here that the camera first came out.  Jacob grabbed my balls when it was his turn again and snapped these two pictures.  I posted one of them the day after (here).  You might want to click back for just today Jacob posted his thoughts about that moment in the comments.

Once my dick was super wet, I fucked Jacob balanced on the narrow bench he grabbed.  We spit roasted him, Derrick and I moving from his mouth to his ass and back again.

Derrick got on the bench, too.  Jacob and I took turns opening him up.

We went to the playroom.  Jacob was first in the sling.  I fucked him.   Derrick fucked him.  I went back up his hole as Derrick watched.  I fisted him until he shot.  He got out of the sling, looking totally wrung out.

Derrick got in and Jacob grabbed his phone.

I begin eating his hole.  He is still wet from the fucking upstairs.  I lick and spit and leave his ass still wetter for my dick.  I stand up and fuck.   Derrick scoops out a huge amount of Elbow Grease and jerks himself as I fuck.   Jacob smothers Derrick’s nose and mouth with his savory armpit.  The other hand works Derrick’s nipple.

I slam into him.  I always love to really slap my hips against his upturned ass.  When I need to catch my breath, I go down and sample the ass juices running from his ass.  My cock spews out precum with every lick.  I fuck some more.

I know Derrick can take a hand.  And has for years.  But for some reason, I only fist him on occasion.  I want to give him more stretch tonight.  I grease up my hands.  I work my left in easily after all the fucking. 

My cock always loses some of its hardness when I concentrate on fist.  But not particularly tonight.  I suddenly know what I need to do.  I grease my cock and slide it in right along my fist up his guts.

My fingers close around the thickness of my cock. The feeling of my cock in my fist inside him is unreal.  I move my hand. I am jerking off inside him.   Derrick’s hand is now a blur on his own cock. 

I pull my dick out and my hand.  I fuck him until he shoots a load that leaves him weak.

And if those pictures aren’t enough—we have it on video, too.

Sex Vacation: I Can’t Quite Make It Home

Lansing—December, 2017

I packed up my bag and left my Toronto hotel very early.  It meant I’d miss breakfast in town, but I wanted to beat Monday morning traffic.  I did.  I had one of the easiest, traffic free exits from Toronto ever.  I drove.  I ate breakfast.  I crossed back into Michigan.  It took awhile, for the man checking my passport was sure I was up to no good.  He opened my sex bag and poked through the leather and the (likely) still damp jock.  I was finally waved through, without a full search of my car.

I ate lunch.   And suddenly I was horny.   Dammit.  My dick plumped in my 501’s the moment I sat back behind the wheel.  I knew just where I could go.  I headed to Lansing, right on the way home—and to the establishment which is half bookstore and half sex club.

The space has been expanded and reconfigured since I was last there.  There are now more private rooms you can rent.  The public sling has a low dividing wall that acts as a door—so you can leave it open for people to join or shut it and show off.  There is a very large room with lots of old sofa seating for straight videos.  There is smaller room for bi-sexual videos.  There is still a slurp ramp and several curtained gloryhole booths.

I paid my admission and went in…

I take myself on a tour of the new areas.  The sling is empty.  So are many of the couches.  In the big, divided spaces, it’s hard to judge how many people are here.  I guess, after I make the entire circuit, there are about a dozen men here this afternoon.

I settle on a padded bench in the bi-sexual area.  The porn is good.  The married man against the far wall is better.  He is stroking a big dick.  He refuses any help, but doesn’t seem to mind me casting an occasional glance in his direction.  A good looking business type comes in.  He stands next to me and unzips.  He hauls out ten inches of hard dick.  (I am not exaggerating for blog purposes.  Real inches.  My cock was laid on top of it at one point and was shorter….)

“Well, looks like everybody in this room is hung,” the new arrival blurts out before bending over and taking two thirds of my cock deep in his mouth.  The married man reacts as if he’s disgusted, but won’t look away.  Ten comes up for air and I return the favor.  I take all but his last inch.  He tells me I’m a good cocksucker.  He goes back down on me.  This time when he comes up for air, he asks if we can go somewhere more private.  He leads to the sling area.  We leave the gate open. 

Ten strips out of all his clothes.  I am too cold to do that.  I sit on a bench behind the sling and suck his cock.  And lick his balls.  He croons as I lick them—another big dicked man whose balls are always over looked.  I make them slippery with my spit.

He kneels and does the same to mine, ignoring my cock this time.  Then he’s back on his feet and delivers a really rough fuck of my face.   I stroke his hairless ass crack with a wet finger—and suddenly he’s shooting a huge load down my throat.

We break.

But soon enough he fucks my face again.  This time we are in the gay commons area and I’m on my knees, pinned against the wall.  And we have an audience of four guys.  Ten shows off—holding my ears and making me take every inch.  I do.  I only have to pull off him once as he hits my gag reflex.  I slurp on him loudly for the audience.  It works.  They stroke faster.  I pull away from Ten and set my own pace—taking him inch by inch down my throat.

Eventually, Ten leaves to find another.  I go to the group of men who were watching.  Some suck me—I suck all of them—no one trying for a load.

I find Ten bent over with a sizable cock in his mouth.  I squirm under him and take his dick.  The three of us trade blow jobs.  I take Ten’s load again.  The other man shoots mostly on the floor before he realizes I want it.  I lick his spent cock clean.

The personnel changes. 

I see a familiar face.  It’s the shortest, youngest and cutest of the many Latino men I usually see at my regular bookstore.  We smile and chat.  He tells me he is coming up here now—now that there are no more gloryholes at the other place.

He pulls down his pants and bends over.  I eat his very hairy crack.

“Fuck me.”

I stand up and enter him.  In the past we have fucked rather surreptitiously with him just bent over in a dark corner of the gay theatre.  We have a padded bench this time for his comfort.  We take advantage of it.  There is no one else around to distract us.  I give him a good, vigorous and varied fuck.  I love watching my very white cock split his rounded, darker ass in two.  I pull out.  The young pig swivels instantly and tastes his ass on my dick.

“Fuck me some more.”

We’ve never had so long together.  He’s always broken it off, afraid he’ll miss someone else.  Today I’m the cock of choice.  I take full advantage of it and give him a fuck he’ll remember.

A new man rounds the corner of the slurp ramp.  He looks like a grad student from MSU, dressed in jeans and university sweatshirt, with a heavy jacket wide open.  He stops dead and begins to knead his crotch.  Soon he is pulling out a thick cock that has a curve to the left.  He strokes it, really manhandling it.

“Let him suck it for you,” I suggest.

He hesitates—then moves and sticks his dick in the Latino’s more than willing mouth.  We share a smile as we both pump into our spit roasted man.

“Do you want a turn in his ass?”

He pulls his spit covered dick out of the Latino’s mouth.  “Naw, I’m good.”  He plunges it back in.  Only to pull it out again, afraid he’ll shoot.

“His ass is really silky,” I tell him.  “He’s a hot fuck.”

Without a word he comes around behind the man supporting himself on the bench.  He spits on his curved cock and plows into him.  He fucks with absolutely no finesse—it’s all animal instinct.  The balls have to be emptied.

“I’m gonna…” he can’t quite choke out the words.

“Cum in his ass.  He loves it.”

I think he shoots one jet of cum in the Latino’s ass, before he pulls out and shoots the rest on the floor.  He stands there, his dick dripping as I kneel and dive into the ass he’s just fucked.  And yes, I can taste some load.

“Taste that load,” the Latino grates out.

“That is so hot…” the curved fucker mumbles, his cock still dripping.

It’s sending me over the edge.  I stand up.  I push into the puffy ass lips and pump.  Instantly I begin to spew my load.  I keep fucking.  It froths nicely so curved dick can see I shot in him.  I collapse on the back of the Latino. 

When I straighten up, the other guy is gone.  I pull out slowly.

“Thanks.”  The Latino cleans my cock before he kisses me.  “That should give me enough lube for the after work rush hour.”

He settles in to wait for the next cock. 

I kiss him once more—and I head to home.