Testing His Limits

Near Home—August, 2019

Work went back to its usual hectic summer pace.  I could never again arrange my schedule to get away for a Sunday afternoon session as I did in the last post.  The next Friday night, my usual, brought a dismal time.  I did get a little head and gave some in return, but every time I started something, a young, gorgeous Black man would find us, strip down and jerk himself.  He showed off his glorious ass, his large-ish cock—and would not let anyone touch him.   But everyone stopped whatever they were doing and tried.    He ate up the attention and he was delighted that my cock sucker would rather just stroke himself, looking at him than suck my cock.   He shot two large loads to feed the linoleum…

The last Friday of the month was worse.  I got one great load down my throat from a guy in the shadows who I really have no idea what he looked like.  But then it got bad.  A man asked me to fuck him.  I was terrifically boned after the load in my stomach.  The fuck went bad very fast.  Either there was no clean out or his attempt went to hell very easily.  After I cleaned up, a second man asked for a fuck.  His hole was worse.  I could smell it the moment my cock went in him.  Once again I wrapped up my cock and trooped off to the bathroom.  The final straw was a blowjob from a guy kneeling behind the door.  It started well, but then began feeling odd.  I pulled out, pulled him to his feet and thanked him—and noticed that one of his front teeth was missing.  And the remaining tooth had begun scraping me.  He never broke the skin—but it gave me a blood blister under the skin of my dick for the next 24 hours.

But the Friday between those two is really worth reporting.  I haven’t written about this young man extensively, since we do the same thing every time we meet.  He’s young (late 20’s), and a very light skinned Latino, who is naturally fit—tall and thin.  We have played almost a dozen times.  He will find me and pull me into one of the preview booths (where we are not supposed to be) so he can lock the door.  He loves daddies.  He loves daddy dick.  He really loves big daddy dick.  He gives excellent head.  He loves his ass to be eaten.  But he won’t get fucked without a condom.  I have stopped bringing Magnums to the bookstore.  He never has one, either.  One time I tried to squeeze into a regular rubber and he saw that it was impossible.  Usually when we meet up, after locking the door, he gets naked and gives me head for a very long time.  Then I eat his ass as he strokes one off—or saves himself for later.  Fun but rather maddening.  But on this day…

I am in the gay cinema, jerking.  So are two other men.  They don’t want help—they just want to have witnesses to their masturbation.  The movie is good, so I’m fine.

The door opens.  It is the Latino boy.  He sees me and his eyes light up.  He grabs my hand and tries to pull me up to go to the booths.  I resist.  Instead, I pull him down onto the seat next to me.  He looks around the room at the other two men—then back to me.  I nod.  I expect him to get up and go.  Instead he sinks to his knees and moves between my legs.  His hand grabs my hand, holding on tightly—and his mouth finds my cock.

“Good boy,” I whisper.  “Let them watch—it’s okay.”

He goes from tentative to his usual prowess with my large cock.

“Don’t forget my balls, boy.”

He swiftly goes down to nuzzle and lick them.  He knows not to try to get both of them into his mouth at once.  One of the strokers stands up to get a better view.  I’ve seen the stroker often—he’s mid 30’s, shaved head and pretty hot young daddy type body.  He never lets anyone touch him.  I gesture for him to come closer so he can really see.  He hesitates, but does.

His hand is moving faster.

“Let the boy lick your balls like he’s doing mine.”

The kid comes off my balls and looks at me.  Did I mean that?  I nod.  He moves slightly so he can service the man.  And the guy lets him lick.  I am amazed—but pleased.  It lasts for only seconds.  The guy strokes off a big load—and aims it right into the boy’s mouth.  He takes it—hungrily.

“Don’t swallow all of it.”

With the Young Dad still watching, I kiss the boy.  We snowball the load back and forth.  I let him swallow it eventually. 

Back he goes to my dick.  His fingers intertwine with mine.  He holds on for dear life.  And gives me expert head for one so young.

The door opens.  A man just slightly younger than I, with a shaved head, comes in, stops and gets out his dick with the sight of the young man between my legs.  His dick is sizable and has a medium gauge PA in it.  He strokes.  Soon the new cock is in my mouth as the boy continues on me.

I pull of, making a show of licking the piss slit and the shiny metal.  “Taste him” I tell the kid.  He hesitates, but again does what I ask.  He sucks the man—and I lean down and lick the new man’s balls.  After a moment, the kid goes back to mine and I get the PA-ed cock back in my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot.”

The dick erupts and I have no choice but to swallow the load—it’s huge.  It just keeps pouring out of him.

I concentrate on the boy again as the guy pulls up his pants and goes out the door.  One hand is still intertwined with his—my other hand is reaching down and idly playing around his hole.  Each time my middle finger dips into him, he groans around my cock.

“You want to get fucked?”

He nods.  I pull out a Magnum I have put in my pocket just on the off chance.  He stands and pulls at me—wanting to take me to the booth.

“Right here,” I tell him.

He looks doubtful, but starts to strip.

I grab a chair to give him something to lean on.  He presents his ass to me.  I kneel on the cool tile and begin to eat his ass.  This is huge that he is doing all this in public with me.  It more than makes up for the fact that I’m going to cover my cock for him. 

I roll the condom down on me as my tongue jabs into his pucker.  I lube myself—more than usual for the drag of the latex—and stand up to fuck.  I get into him, but damn he’s tight.  He’s whimpering, but taking it without complaint.  His cock has gone from rampant to wilted as I begin to actually move.

I keep at it—but I hate the feel of it.  And so does he. 

“I can’t take it,” he whispers.   Reluctantly, he pulls off  me.  He gets into his clothes and scoots out of the room.

*****

The PA guy is, surprisingly, still around.  “I wanted to try sucking your dick,” he tells me as he comes back into the room.  He does.  And is pretty good.  He certainly likes it, for he cums a second time—getting it up to mouth just in time.  Damned if it’s not just as big a load.

*****

The boy, sheepishly, finds me later, still in the gay cinema.  He kneels beside me, his head on my thigh.  I realize I am close to shooting.  “Do you want me to feed you?”

Instantly, without a word, he swivels around, his mouth opens like a hungry fledgling.  I stand up and fire off a big load.  The first shot hits his nose…then my aim is great.  Right onto his tongue.  He waits for it all before he swallows me down. 

I pull him to his feet.  I lick my cum off the bridge of his nose and kiss him.  When I finally can get my tongue back into my own mouth, I whisper “Thank you.”

He beams.

"You Gonna Take His Load?"

Near Home—August, 2019

The idea that the bookstore was my only source of fun for the summer was beginning to wear on me.  But it really did seem the only answer.  I couldn’t host with my house full of fellow employees.  A drive to my friends and fuck buds who live in the area would use up too much time in driving so play would be short.  This year, I had no one come to town to see me and help out with the gallons of semen churning, unused, in my balls.

So I went to the bookstore.

The first trip in August was so bad I don’t need to record anything much about it, other than to say I did nothing but watch a movie and stroke.  Every man there felt it was hotter to watch an older, over tanned and truly ugly woman give head to her equally ugly husband in the straight theatre. 

After that, I resolved I needed to not go on the same day and the same time.  By the next week, I changed some scheduling at work and got away for a Sunday afternoon instead.  It made all the difference in the world.  It didn’t hurt that the right men were there—and they were men who understood group play…

When I arrive, not a soul is in the straight theatre.  I sigh and walk over to the gay side.  Two men, just a couple of years younger than me are taking turns sucking each other.  They don’t stop when I enter.  The one getting sucked waves me over to join them.  I unbutton and stick my semihard into the mouth of the man currently getting blown.

Soon I have both men on me.  The guy sucking the sitting man gets a turn on my dick and the other goes from my cock to my balls.  I let that go on for quite a long time.  Soon enough, I am on my knees, taking turns on their two cocks.

“You have to fuck me with that thing.”

It’s the guy who blew me first, eager for it up his ass.  He strips off his faded jeans and Andrew Christian underwear.  He kneels on the chair and presents me with his ass.  I’ve seen him get fucked before, but have never been in his ass.  And I’m sure that he is a condom guy.

The third man moves around to feed the potential fuckee his cock.

I begin to eat out the hole presented to me.  It’s a hot August day and there is plenty of sweat mixed with residual Irish Spring.  My tongue has him moaning around the cock in his mouth.  I dig deep and am so ready to fuck.

I stand up and slap my cock against his hole.

“I don’t have a Magnum,” I say.

“Just fuck me,” he groans, taking the cock out of his mouth.

“Fuck him raw,” says the other guy, who shoves himself back into the waiting mouth. I now think they may be partners from the practiced way they have shared my dick.

I spit on my cock and go in slowly.  I bottom out easily.  He’s slick and warm.  I hold for a second as a new man walks in.  He’s gym built and 25 years younger than any of us fucking.  He whips out a stubby dick and strokes it as I begin to fuck.

“That is so hot,” says the man in his mouth.

The guy I’m fucking is stroking himself and trying to keep sucking the dick in front of him, but he keeps stopping to tell me how good it feels.  Soon the built guy moves behind the guy getting his cock sucked and begins working his nipples through the worn t-shirt he’s wearing.  The man groans and explodes into the fuckee’s mouth.  This causes the man I’ve fucking to shoot as well.  He clamps down hard on my cock as his cum spatters onto the seat of the chair.

We all disengage.  They dress and I start to put my cock away.

“Don’t do that,” says the built guy.  He kneels and takes my dick, fresh from the guy’s ass and sucks it.  “This is going up my ass.”

The first couple thanks me and leaves.  The built guy pulls off my dick and whips out his phone.  “Can I?  No face.”

I nod.  He takes a picture of my wet dick.  “Let me send this to my bud.  He’s in the arcade.”  He does—adding a quick message.  Then he’s back to giving me some really good head.  I can’t wait to eat out his gym built ass.

The door opens.  A big, beefy man walks in wearing a Cubs tee.  “I need to see this in person,” he says, with a wave at my cock in his friend’s mouth.  He kneels next to his bud.  My dick is soon passed back and forth.  The beefy guy is not as good with his mouth, but I love how he thinks.  He says “Don’t you want this cock up your ass?  I sure do.”

They agree and strip out of shorts and tees.  We use a different chair.  Gym Built goes ass up first.  I eat his hole.  His cheeks are like iron—solid mounds of flesh I have to work to pull apart.  Beefy Boy sticks his dick in his friend’s mouth.  I don’t bother to ask about a rubber when I’m ready to fuck.  I just drill into him.  He’s damn tight.  And he loves my girth.  He says so.  Repeatedly.

“Fuck him.  Harder,” says Beefy Boy.  “Just save some fuckin’ for me.”

I slap Gym Built’s ass.  It sounds loud in the small room.  I fuck him hard.  With long strokes.

“Stop.  Please.  I don’t want to shoot yet,” Gym Built groans. 

I pull out. 

“You have to feel this cock.”  Gym Built gets slowly off the chair and Beefy Boy takes his place.

I sink to my knees again.   This ass is hairier.  I eat him out and drill my tongue into his much looser hole.  I am so turned on they are sharing me.  I stand up and my cock stabs into him.

“Fuck, he’s big!”

“You gonna to take his load?” asks Gym Built.

“You want me to?”

“Take it.  I want to eat it out your sloppy pig hole.”

I can’t believe my ears.  Obviously these guys are not locals.  I’ve never seen them before—everything about them says visitors from Chicago.

“You close?” asks Gym Built.

I grunt out a yes.  I pull out and hunker down for one last taste of Beefy Boy’s hole.  Fuck.  I have pulled out someone else’s cum.  I say so. 

“Fucker,” groans Gym Built as he watches me lick it up.

Now I’m ready to shoot.  I push back into him and fire.  I empty my balls and Beefy Boy keeps squeezing.  Milking me.

I pull out.  And Gym Built is right there.  He plasters his face into his partner’s butt.  He groans as he felches me out of the hairy ass.  I can even tell when Beefy Boy pushes and gives him a big dollop of my seed mixed with some other man’s. 

Gym Built rears up.  I think he’s going to fuck.  Instead he coats Beefy Boy’s hairy ass with his own cum.  My cock jumps and I kneel to take care of the clean up…

Bookstore Surprise: The Man in the Wrong Cinema

Near Home—July, 2019

It was another hot Friday night, the last one of July.  I hoped for some relief from the pressure of my summer of work.  And boy, did I find it…

It’s a typical Friday night at the bookstore.  I know every man hanging out—and have done something with almost all of them at one time or another.  I sit in the gay cinema, for the movie here tonight is better than usual.  I have an older man between my legs, sucking my dick.  He’s fine, though more eagerness than skill.  My dick is barely drooling precum, which should tell you exactly his level of expertise…

I hear a grunt.  The man has shot his own load while sucking me.  He apologizes and leaves.  I stroke.  And my dick starts drooling.  I watch the movie.  The scene is good—three men, two leather men definitely in control of giving a tatted cub cock in both his holes.  And eventually two loads in his ass.

Three men come in while I stroke.  I recognize all of them.   We nod to each other.  Two of them get busy with each other.   The third watches the movie and me.  Back and forth like a tennis match.

The door opens again.  It’s a man, in his early 40’s, I don’t know.  He’s hot.  In a white tee that clings to his hairy, muscled torso.  His jeans are not tight—but his ass is so full it makes them seem that way.  He looks lost.  He sits, carefully, as if the seat might be wired to shock him.  Or maybe he’s just making sure he’s not sitting in someone’s spent load.  He looks at the screen and I swear he’s shocked that three men are fucking.  Is he on the wrong side?

The guys trading blowjobs stopped when he came in.  They start up again now.  I never hid my erection.  I resume stroking.  The sound of a wet BJ makes the new guy turn and look.  His face registers surprise.  Then his eyes turn to me.  His jaw drops.  That is not just a literary phrase, it does just that.  When he catches me looking at him look at me, he turns away.  It is just as the third cum shot is happening on the screen.  The leather top fires it off as the other top spreads the cub’s cheeks apart so it lands perfectly on his puffy, fucked hole.  Of course it is fucked into him—and fingered—so the cub can taste it. 

I swear this shocks the new man, too.  I think it can’t be long until he makes a dash for the straight side.  But instead he unzips.  He doesn’t take his cock out, but his hand goes into his fly.

The blow job guys in the corner get each other off and leave.  Finally the watcher leaves, too.  Leaving me alone with new guy.

I stroke.

He kneads.

He gets up and moves to the back wall.  I am sitting to the right, but at the back.  We could now touch knees we are so close. 

We pretend to look at the movie.

He takes out his cock.  A seven inch cut beauty, with a slight downward curve.  He strokes it.  Tentatively. 

I slide out of my seat, kneeling in front of him.  He looks me in the eye.  And takes his hand off his cock.  Offering it to my mouth.  I swallow him down.  The curve makes it the perfect cock to suck.  He groans and rubs the stubble of my cropped hair.

The door opens.  He makes a move to pull it away from me, but I won’t let him.

And then the next surprise—he starts sucking the hard dick of one of the men who just came in.  He is getting every inch down his throat as I suck him.

And he’s not picky—the switch has been thrown.  He sucks every man who comes into the room.  He has had at least four men in his mouth before I offer him mine.  He’s not good at it—but he’s damn eager.  He even gets a moment of two cock heads in his mouth at the same time as another man pushes in.

I go back to sucking him.

I hear one man explode in the new guy’s mouth.  Another surprise.  He swallows—he doesn’t spit the load out.

And another soon goes down his throat too. 

I keep thinking that might get him off, but no.

I look up.  Only the Mexican who doesn’t clean out is left in the room with us.  He is getting his cock sucked by the new guy, but rubbing his ass.  I stand up to stretch and offer my cock.  The new guy stands up.  And takes off his jeans, tossing them on the floor.  Then the tee.  He has a great body, standing there in nothing but what will soon be dirty white athletic socks.

He grabs the back of a chair and bends—presenting his full, gloriously haired ass to me.  I sink to my knees and begin to rim.  The Mexican moves around and offers the man his cock again. 

I can’t stop eating the new guy out.  I love the forest of dark curls in his ass crack.  I leave them dripping with my spit.

“You want my cock?”

He grunts an affirmative, his mouth full of Mexican dick.

I stand up and slap my raw dick against his wet hole—giving him time to say rubber it up.  He doesn’t and I push in. 

Ok.  He’s no stranger to man sex.  He knows just how to clamp and release as I fuck him.  I go from a slow fuck to a hard one.  The Mexican has come around to watch, fingering his own hole.  He also seems to want a turn up the new guy.  I pull out.

The new guy stands, so the Mexican can’t get into him.  Instead he pulls the Mexican to the chair and begins to fuck him.  I watch for a second, before I’m back up the new guy.  I let him do the work:  fuck into the Mexican, and fuck himself with me on the backstroke. 

Over and over.  All three of us are grunting.  In heat.

He can’t last long like this.  Suddenly he blows deep in the Mexican’s guts.  His ass spasms and sends me over the edge, too.  He gets a week’s worth of my cum in his hole.

And milks me for every drop.

Felching the Gathering's CumDump

Grand Rapids—July, 2019

It’s good to have friends who appreciate your big cock.  The host of the gathering of barebackers I attend asked if there was any day in July I might be able to get away—and he would schedule the gathering around it.  By chance, I could manage to get a Saturday night free.  I gave him the date.

The sling had been in my trunk all summer, so it was easy to take it along.  I got there a little early to set it up in the usual spot, so the top could watch the fucking on the leather covered bed in the center of the room.  A new addition, a smaller sling, hung above the bed.  It was at the level where if you were fucking a guy doggy under it, you could line yourself up to eat the ass of a man in this new sling.  I hoped to try it out.

It was a group of the regulars—but that was great by me.  I hadn’t attended since spring.  We stripped downstairs and the ten of us headed up the narrow steps to the converted bedroom…

I sit in a chair to the side.  I’m tired after a long day…not a good way to begin.  I watch the group of men suck each other.  Nine of us are White, one is Black.  It doesn’t matter if you are a top or bottom…everyone takes a turn at sucking the man nearest them.  An ex-ballet dancer, his still muscled ass perfectly framed in an old school jock, leaves the Black cock he’s had in his mouth and crawls over between my legs.  I worry for a fraction of a second if I’m going to get hard. 

He inhales the pouch of my jock.  “Wow,” he whispers.  I tell him it’s a jock I’m wearing for a friend (blog reader) halfway around the world.  He loves the sweaty, pissy, cummy smell of it.  He pulls it off my bulge with his teeth.  His tongue licks my shaft—and my cock springs to life.  I let him suck me for a long time as I relax and get myself ready mentally to fuck a lot of ass.  He’s doing wonders with my dick.  I remind him to lick my balls.  He gets them good and wet and works under them, too, licking up the sweat from the drive north.

“Fuck me.”

“Then get on the bed.”

He does, on all fours.  He undulates that dancer ass in my direction. I go to my knees and dive in.  He whimpers.  And huffs some poppers.  When his hole is good and wet, I stand up and enter.  He allows me to glide all the way in.  It feels like he is opening it up just for me.  I sink to the hilt.

I look around.  Everyone else is still sucking dick.  We are the first fuck—but it’s like a starting bell for the others.  Soon the bed is ringed with men getting their ass eaten or fucked with the great variety of cock present.

I have been going slow and easy.  I build to a really hard driving fuck.  When I stop, my man of the moment, spins around and cleans me up.  This makes me so hard, I fuck him again.

I am looking at a guy opposite.  I know I know him, but can’t quite place him.  He is sucking the cock of a top who has just pulled out of a beefy bear type.  The guy I think I know cleans his cock and licks the beefy bear’s hole.  I move over.  I let the guy I think I know suck my dick while the top goes back up the bear.  When the top makes way for me, the familiar guy cleans his dick a second time.  When he’s done with that, he watches every move of my fucking.

“Get between my legs,” I tell him, “and lick my cock on the back stroke.” 

The look on his face tells me I have asked the right man.  He squirms between my legs and rests his head on the bed, between the legs of the bear on all fours.  I fuck slower.  Sometimes I hold in place so he can lick my balls, too.  But mostly it’s about his tongue lapping up all the delicious juices the bear’s ass is making and those he’s milking out of my dick.  He relentlessly licks my shaft and makes noises that turn on everyone in the room.  We end the fuck in a sloppy threeway kiss.

He places me first.  He reminds me we used to attend a monthly orgy in Indiana—back before I was fucking bare.  He introduces me to his new partner—and tells me to fuck him.  I do—and let the cock cleaner go to town on us…

*****

I eat the host’s ass in the sling above the bed.  All the other men are busy, so I never get to do the “eat while fukcing” thing.  He slides out of the sling and onto the bed where he rides my cock as if I were a bucking bronco.  It’s an energetic fuck—but hot as hell.  He is a small man—and I fill him completely.  I am pounding on his S curve each time he impales himself on me.

*****

I watch the ex-dancer get fucked in my sling by a hairy Semitic type.  He shoots up the guy.  The fucker grabs me by the neck and pushes me down.  “Lick me clean.  And felch my load.”

He certainly doesn’t have to ‘make’ me do it…but he is getting off on it, so I let him.  I lick his shaft of any stray sperm.  He steps to the side and pushes my face into the freshly fucked hole.  My cheeks, my beard and my tongue are coated with sperm from his big cock and balls.  I lick it all up.  I swallow most of it but save some for snowballing.  I come up and feed it to the handsome man who just took the load.

“I need to cum, can you move?”

The beefy bear needs an ass to shoot in.  I move and let him into the slick hole.  He doesn’t pump for long before he whitewashes the guy’s guts.  I clean his cock and felch another load.

And suddenly, the man in the sling is the cum dumpster of the night.

Two more loads are added to him so quickly I don’t have time to taste them.  A third is sprayed all over his chest and face.  I lick this one up and reverse felch it into him.  He is awash with semen now. 

It’s my turn to fuck.  I sink into him again.  He takes a hit.

“I’m gonna fuck in all those loads.”  He nods, his eyes big.  “I’m gonna push them all deeper.”

He whimpers.  Softly.

I fuck him hard—frothing his mancunt.  The cock cleaner comes over to watch.  Suddenly I’m shooting—a week’s worth of jizz into this jizzed out hole.  I collapse on the man and kiss him.  He holds onto me, refusing to let me pull out. 

We kiss and kiss.

And only then, still held in place, do I feel the cock cleaner working his tongue over my sperm covered balls, licking up every drop which clings to me.

Waiting patiently for the full feast…