"I Want You to Fuck Me"

 Eastern Illinois—July, 2021

“I want you to fuck me.”

The text got my attention.  This was a new direction for Dan, one of the trio of cocksuckers from the Illinois bookstore.  (It was just detailed here.)  We had exchanged phone numbers that day and now, on the following day, we talked about how much fun we’d had, exchanged pictures—and then he stated that he had been thinking about nothing but my dick in his ass.

I learned he was new to gay sex, having been with women for most of his life.  There had always been a few men, orally, on the side.  I told him my dick was not for beginners.  Then he admitted, now that he was single, to toys.  And maybe one guy “Just for a moment.” 

I talked about clean out.  And how my cock goes around the bend—through the second hole—of almost every man, so it would not be just a quick rinse.  He promised he knew how to prepare—and would be ready.  We set a day and time—and would meet at the same bookstore, with the handy bathroom back with the theatres…

 

I arrive a little early.  The store is not even open yet.  But there is Dan, the white guy of the two men who mouthed me to perfection here two weeks ago, sitting in his car.  He waves me over.  I go and sit with him.  He’s nervous—but seemingly in a good way.

Cars begin to arrive.  One other patron parks before the female clerk arrives.  We wait a moment for her to get the lights on, the movies running, etc…and then go buy tickets.  We don’t have the place entirely to ourselves—the one other patron is there watching straight porn.

We take over the gay cinema.  I sit on the couch where I got off to the combo of mouths.  Dan strips to nothing but tennis shoes, folding his clothes and tucking them under a chair.  I open my fly.  Soon enough he is kneeling between my splayed legs.  He sucks me to hardness in no time.  Just as I am about to prompt him to lick my balls, he remembers to include them.   

I pull a chair around and tell him to kneel on it.  I sink to my knees.  The old linoleum is cool.  My tongue touches his asshole for the first time.  He shivers and groans.  I begin to drill into him.

The guy from the next room comes to observe.  I hear him come in.  I turn and look at him leaning against the low wall.  “Don’t mind me…” he sighs and pretends to watch the movie and not us.  I go back to licking and spitting and making Dan beg for cock.

“Fuck, I want you in me,” he whispers.

I stand up.  I lube my dick yet again and poke the head into his hole.  He is tight.  But I fit.  I inch into him.  I add more lube.  Another inch.  I drool spit from above—and it actually lands on my dick.  Another inch or so.  I lean down over his back and whisper obscene things in his ear.  It distracts him and I slip the rest of the way in.  He recognizes what just happened and clamps down on me.  I hold a long time.  He loosens…and I begin to fuck.

“Oh, fuck…” he mumbles, “that is so much better than plastic…”

I keep to a slow, long stroke. 

The door buzzes.  The man behind us leaves—and a new one comes in.  He is short and thin, easily our age and, following Dan’s example, strips off.  He sits in a side chair and jerks—watching the live porn, not the movie.

I finally pull out.  Dan’s as clean as he promised.  I kneel and eat his hole again.  This is a surprise for him.  But he loves how much I am into it—and how vocal I become.

I stand up and fuck him again.  Faster and deeper.  The guy to the side strokes in time with my thrusts.  I gesture for him to feed Dan his dick.  He does.  Dan is now being spit roasted.  His hand comes off his dick—which he has been working since I began. 

Now the man kneels to the side of me.  Does he really want to taste my cock out of Dan’s hole?  He does.  And groans loudly as I let him lick it.  Then I move him in to lick Dan’s freshly fucked hole.  They both groan at how that feels.  I take my dick to Dan’s mouth.  We didn’t talk about ATM.  He wavers for maybe a nano-second before he takes me deep into his mouth.  And he’s hooked.  Now he asks to clean my dick repeatedly as we play.

I pause to strip off my pants and to flip Dan onto his back on the seat of the chair.  It’s awful—too low for me and he doesn’t fit.  We use the couch instead.  We like watching each other’s faces.  But my knees tire fast with my weight on them in this semi-awkward position.  We go back to all fours on the chairs.

The extra man, who had gone back to jerking when we were on the couch, now kneels behind me as I fuck.  He licks at my ass crack on each backstroke.  This is a bonus I certainly had not expected.  He loves what he’s doing and does it well.  Enough for me to lean over Dan’s back at one point and let him lick the entire hairy valley between my cheeks.

We break.  Dan wants to check things.  The extra guy gets dressed, thanks me and goes home.  I sip water and watch the film.  Dan comes back.  He tries sitting on my dick.  He is bouncing on me as Glen, the other sucker from our first meet, arrives.  Dan gets off me.  Glen looks at us—nonplussed.  He touches my dick—and mutters, “Too much lube,” and wanders away to the other room.

Dan sits back down on my dick—and blisses out…

*

We have been going for over an hour.  Dan decides his hole has had enough for one day.  I really want to get off but respect his decision.

He sucks me for a bit.  I am back where I began on the sofa.  He mutters something about sucking the cock that gave his ass so much pleasure.  Then it’s my balls.  Then my taint.  He comes up for air.

“Did that guy eat your ass?”

“Yes…”

And Dan dives in.  He tongues me as if we have just started playing.

“Get up and lean over,” he instructs.

I do as I’m told.  I grab the arms of the chair, bent over, ass vulnerable.  Dan plants his face deep in me.  His right hand finds my slick cock and begins stroking the length of it as he tongues me.

I don’t have a chance.

I spurt all my pent up cum over the chair seat…over and over.

Back to the Bathhouse: "You Will Want to Ride this Baby Maker..."

 Indianapolis—July, 2021

Another week, another day off.  I debated briefly what to do and where to go.  But I knew I wanted to spend some time outside in the courtyard of the bathhouse on this beautiful summer day.  And the sex would have to be better than last time, right? 

 

I strip at my locker.  I go down to totally naked for a quick stop in the steam room.  With the key around my wrist, I pass the sauna and hear the steam running.  The big door closes behind me.  As I walk through the steam to get to the back corner, I pass a man getting very wet and vocal head—and another man who is jerking to the scene.  At the first corner, an older man is on his knees, eyes closed, with his hands behind his back.  I thoughtfully stick my swelling dick in his mouth.  His mouth is magnificent—a master at sizable dick and no teeth.  I let him show off for a long time—then I fuck his face.  We only stop for the heat has become unbearable.

I decompress in the sauna. 

Now dry, I stop at the locker and add my jock, tucking the lube in the waistband.  The boots go back on and the towel over my shoulder.  I go up to the third floor and make the tour.  There are new owners—and I’m told there is an additional play area.  I find it—next to a porn jerk off area.  They have taken two old rental rooms, knocked down the connecting wall and added a fuckbench, a chair and mirrors on the wall.  I also see there are men in both TV rooms.  And a few are on beds, with the door open. 

But many bottoms are actually making the circuit—and always lingering at one door.  When I look in, I can see why.  An incredibly handsome Black man is lying on the bed, ear buds in place, and stroking a large cock to porn on his phone.  He looks up, nods, looks at my bulge and nods again.  And goes back to his porn.

I get some head in the big TV lounge.  I thank the guy and walk around one more time.  I watch a good looking guy in his 40’s hang out at the handsome guy’s door.  He even removes his towel and shows him his beautifully gym-rounded ass cheeks.  He puts the towel back on and goes to his room.  I stop at the door.  Handsome Guy beckons me in. 

“Shut it.” 

I close the door.

“Show me what you got.”

My cock is still hard and wet from the head in the lounge—the jock pouch does nothing but keep it close to my body.  It springs out in full flower as I pull the cloth to the side.

“Nice,” says Handsome Guy, stroking his own, slightly bigger dick.  “I need to feel that in me.”

He rolls over and gets on all fours.  His ebony ass mounds are glorious.  I go to my knees and bury my tongue into him.  I pry his hole open with the tip of my tongue.  I get him good and wet.

I stand and work myself in slowly.  I have to use a lot of lube—and it still isn’t enough.  I add more as I inch into him.

HG is groaning and moaning as if he’s never been fucked.  He is jerking his own cock as I slowly, but inevitably, work myself into his tight hole.  At last, my overgrown bush rubs against his upturned ass.

“Fuck…” he mumbles into the mattress.

I wait.  And begin a slow fuck.  His hand does double time on his cock.  I build to a faster tempo—and so does he.  I reach a good pace, my balls happily slapping his ass.

But it’s too much for him.  He spurts all over the sheet and begs me to stop.

I do, and thank him, closing the door behind me.

*

I eat lunch outside in the courtyard where we can sit in various states of nudity.  A good looking white guy in his 40’s—his hair pulled into a man bun—sits down next to me as I finish.  We chat about the weather, then…

“Were you here in time to see that hot Black guy plow the college kid in the steam room this morning?”

I shake my head.

“He is such a stud.  But he only plays with really young men.”

“Unless he wants to flip,” I murmur.

The comment seems to go right over ManBun’s head.  He is more interested in my jock pouch.  Eventually we go in and up to the new fuckbench room.  He drops his towel and sits on the chair.  He sucks my cock to full hardness.

I kneel and suck his hard uncut one.

“Fuck me.”

He gets on all fours on the chair…which puzzles me a little as there is a perfectly good fuck bench right there.  I eat his ass and then work my dick head into him.

He stops me.  “Let me sit on it.”

I lie on the floor.  He steps across me and lowers his hairy ass crack to brush the head of my cock.  He slowly lowers himself.  It feels incredible and he is less tense.  He takes my entire shaft easily, in no time at all.  He sighs and grinds himself down on me.  He begins to fuck himself on my engorged cock.  A nice steady pace.  A couple of guys come in to watch.  The third one in, he seems to know.

“Jim,” or whatever it was, “Sit on this fucker’s face.”

I look.  A cute college kid, his long hair pulled into a pony tail, drops his towel and straddles my head. 

“His tongue is great,” ManBun tells him.  “Then you will want to ride this baby maker.”

The kid sits.  His bubble butt almost cuts off my air, but I don’t care.  I am lost in the double sensation of having two men ride me at the same time.  The two lean towards each other and I hear them kiss.

Too soon they stand up and change.  But the kid rides my raw cock like a champ and I love eating the freshly fucked hole.

The kid gets up.  ManBun leans down and cleans my cock of their combined ass juices.  They thank me and leave together.

I am still lying on the floor when a man my own age enters.  He has found the gym late in life and has a terrific chest and thighs.  His grey hair is cropped close to his head.   He extends a hand and helps me up—and climbs on the fuck bench.  To thank him, I eat his ass and fuck him.

And we can’t get enough of each other.  We fuck the rest of the afternoon.

I rim him again and fuck him there—as another man feeds him a dick and a load in his mouth.  We kiss and I shove the cum he snowballs to me into his hole, which makes me fuck him yet again.

We fuck in the sling—where I first feast on his now swollen, wet ass lips.

I let another man fuck him.

We go to his room so he can sit on my face—as he tells me he think the man may have silently loaded him.  (He has so much ass jizz flowing into my mouth, I can’t be sure.)

“I need to breed,” I pant.  “Where?”

He chooses the sling. 

And I breed him deep…

Two Oddities

 Here are two short entries.  Neither rate the total “Bad Sex” label that some posts have earned, but “Odd” will suffice.  Both happened during my stay in Indiana.  It’s good to remember that every hookup is not “A trip to the moon on gossamer wings….”

 

Indianapolis—July, 2021

After my fun oral bookstore outing I was stoked, on my next day off, to head to the local bathhouse.   

I strip off at my locker.  As always here, I start in the steam room—it’s a great way to unwind after my hour long drive to get here.  As I go in, I meet half a dozen sweaty men exiting the swirling steam.  Two men are left as I round the corner and sit.

Instantly a white guy in his 40’s is sucking me.  And he’s terrible.  I often endure teeth occasionally, but this is constant.  I rarely ask a man to stop—but I have to do it.  I think I ask nicely, but he goes off in huff. 

A much older white man takes his place.  The head is good.  What it should be. 

“Let me jerk you off…” 

Without waiting for any kind of response, he dumps a vast amount of lube on me.  Enough liquid to pool in my pubes.  His stroke is too hard and way too tight.  I ask him to ease up a little.  Instead he follows the other man out the door.  And I am alone.

I shower.  And scrub.

*

I give some head in the dark room. And get three loads.  Things are improving.

Lube Guy finds me in the TV room.  “Will you fuck me?” 

“Sure, if I can use a lot less lube.” 

I do.  A man comes in to watch.

The guy I’m fucking coats the floor with his jizz.

I sit back down.  The guy who watched us gets up.

“Suck my cock, you whore.”

I do—but soon he is aggressive.  Truly hurting me, aggressive.  I tell him to back off.  He does.  I think of leaving, but he asks again.  Much more nicely.  This time he holds my head and does all the work.  I am about to indicate I am having trouble breathing as he shoots.

*

No one is left…until a very large Latino arrives.  “Fuck me,” he pleads.

He hands me a regular condom.  I try to say no.  He insists.  I lube my dick with my own lube and stretch it over me.  He is lubing his ass.  With baby oil.  I tell him it will destroy the latex.  He doesn’t understand—or pretends not to.  He grabs my dick, slathers oil on it and maneuvers it into his ass.

We fuck.

The condom is in tatters as I pull out.  There is no way I could have cum—even when I felt the constriction around my penis dissolve.  The Latino sits and jerks his small cock and shoots.  At least he enjoyed it. And maybe planned it…

I am alone. 

And I give up.

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Western Indiana—July, 2021

We’d talked on Asspig.  He wanted to host at a motel in the only town of some size before Indianapolis.  I liked his picture.  We seemed to be a match.  He asked if I would mind others coming.  I said I was fine with that.  On the day, off I went…

 

I get there.  The picture he has used on AP is many years old.  But not enough to make me leave.  I mean, I like men of all ages.  Skill over beauty in my book.

He is dressed in a leather harness and a choker of pearls.  I am nonplussed, but not put off.  He has the spreads pulled down on the beds, with play pads on them.  CNN is on, (too loud) on the wall television to cover any sex noises.  He tells me exactly how the fisting will proceed.  I remind him I like to fuck as well as fist—as I’d said in our preliminary talks. 

No.

So for now, I do as he outlines.  He does open easily with his slender dildo.  We move to hand easily. 

Cock? 

No.

Two more men arrive—around the same age, whatever that age may be—and one is either drunk or high.  He is loud—about everything.

It is decided I shall fist the loud one.  I do—easily as his partner spreads his boi’s cheeks for me and the original man just sits by us and starts to do a play by play of each thing I do.

All while CNN blares.

I slip my arm up this guy to almost my elbow.  I do get to fuck the loud one—which makes him be, well, louder yet.

I finally have had enough.  Like a switch, I just can’t do anymore.

I make up an excuse and get out of the noise and the stale aroma of poppers…

Up, Up and Away

                                                    I am traveling--and will be back soon....

A Trio of Cocksuckers

 Eastern Illinois—July, 2021

 The next morning I went on to my new job in western Indiana—a contract that would take me through July.  I spent almost two weeks getting the preliminaries done—and finally had some time for sex.  I decided I wanted to go back to the bookstore over in eastern Illinois, where I had so much fun the last time I was in this area.

Here is the description of the theatres I wrote on my first visit:  “I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.”

I packed a lunch and went east on my first day off…

 

I walk into the darkened space.  I find the bathroom and piss.  I move to the straight screen.  One man is there, leaning on the low back wall, obviously jerking his dick, hidden in the shadow made by the partition.  I stand next to him.  He is my age.  Shorty and compact with closely cropped gray hair.  He glances at me.  I look at him.  He looks away and jerks harder.  I move behind him and stand against the true back wall—near a chair.  It takes a long time, but suddenly he comes my way and sits—presenting me with his tiny dick.  I kneel and suck.

It is over the moment the door from the lobby opens.  He sprays my mouth with cum and is zipped up before the new arrival enters the room.  I stay in place as he scurries to the bathroom to wash.

I check both theatres.  There is one man in each cinema now, the new arrival in the straight, and a lone figure on the gay side.  It seems early in the day.

I sit against the wall in the gay theatre and stroke.  I can keep an eye on the gentleman standing in the back corner there—behind the same kind of low wall to lean on.  This man is older.  And seemingly very shy.  I get up and stand nearer to him.  I let the available light fall on my cock—and guess he will want a taste of me.

We stroke, doing the quick glance thing, one after the other.  Finally I turn to him, confident he wants my dick.  He looks at me, then my cock and back at my face before he whispers:  “Would you suck me like you did that other guy?”

I nod and go to my knees.  He has a much bigger dick.  It stiffens to its full length the moment it goes in my mouth.  I do a lot of tongue work that makes his cock drip.  It makes even more precum when I hold it and lick his fairly hairless balls.  It explodes when I take it back into my mouth and deep throat it.

He pats my head with his incredibly soft hands, thanks me and leaves.

*

I am on the straight side.  The porn is actually hotter here with two mega-hung men on one petite woman.  I have heard the lobby door open a few times—and no one has joined me and a straight man (who seems to be here truly for the movie.)

I get up to investigate.  A good looking white guy, around my age, is against the side wall feeling a bulge in his pants.  A large Black man is sitting on the chair.  He can just see the movie over the wall.  He is likely 45 with am ex-football player’s build.  He has his cock out and is stroking.  I stand against the back wall—fairly close to him.  I take my cock out.

Instantly his eyes go to me.  “Get that thing in my mouth,” he hisses.

I step to him and let him envelope my cock.  He is one of those men born to suck.  He is the best I’ve had in a long time.  Great suction, the right pressure and superb tongue action.  All that—and then he deep throats me for the first time.  Amazing.  I groan out my pleasure.

I have to pull out of his mouth or I’m done.  I step back.  His big cock has hardened even more with sucking me.  I go to my knees and start to take his cock.  He grabs the shaft away from me and guides my mouth to his enormous, hairy testicles.  I lick them as he jerks.  The aroma is incredibly manly and makes me moan deep in my throat.  When he has finally had enough tongue on his balls, he lets me suck his cock.  Not for long, but to get a good taste—and to get it good and wet.

“Stand up and put it back in my mouth.”

I stand, but before I enter him, he says, “Dan, get over here and help.”

The guy in the chair to the side joins us.  He is balding with a fringe of grey hair and a darker mustache.  He is likely around my age and in good shape.  He goes to his knees and pulls my pants down as the other man goes back on my dick.  Dan spreads my ass cheeks and his tongue hits my hole. 

Well, fuck!

When he comes up for air, Dan says:  “Glen, you need to taste his ass.”  I am turned so Dan is now on my cock and Glen licks my crack with his thick tongue.

For fifteen to twenty wonderful minutes, we give each other oral pleasure.  I take a turn on Dan’s cock, Dan on Glen.

Both of them on me. 

Now two on Glen.

Or both of us on Dan.

Sucking the same cock turns into kissing with whoever you are sharing with at the moment.  Deep and forcefully, sometimes; tender and rather sweet the next.

We finally break.  None of us want to get off.   We want it to last.

They go out for a break in the sunshine and to get something to drink.

I watch the gay porn on the couch.

They are back in ten minutes or so. Swigging from their water bottles.  Dan pulls my pants off again.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my taint and balls.  Glen sits next to me.  He leans down and effortlessly deep throats me again and again.  I try to reach for their cocks at different times.  Each time my hand is batted away or my arm held up out of reach.  They are intent on making me blow my load.

And it’s working.  It is so rare that a mouth gets me to cum, anymore.  But these dueling tongues and lips are doing it.  I can feel it growing. 

My balls tighten.  Dan nods—and keeps licking them, with his thumb massaging my wet taint.  Glen picks up the pace with his mouth.

And I’m there. 

I blow my load deep into Glen.  Dan comes up—looking for a taste.  Glen pulls off my dick and allows Dan to lick some cum off my shaft, all while I writhe on the leatherette couch…

A link to my last time here is HERE.

Texting for Ass

 Northern Indiana—June, 2021

At the very end of June, I was due to start my second contract of the summer.  On my way there, I made a point to overnight near the bookstore in Indiana where I have had the most fun.  I had not been there for over a year with the lockdown.  The set-up had not changed at all in the booths with the (low) gloryholes.  Across the lobby, the big screen television room had removed most of the seating.  Now two benches were there—on opposite sides of the room.  I started there…

 

I leave my mask on and stroke to the porn.  I am surprised by movement to my left.  Behind the bench there is low wall—and someone is there, though I couldn’t see them as I entered.  A young man comes around and sits on the opposite bench.  He is masked, seems to be in his 30’s, with a slim build.  And a rampant cock.  He jerks away—to me as much as the porn.

A man comes in, likely late 40’s.  He’s also masked and makes a beeline to the younger man.  The new guy reaches for his belt and quickly unbuckles.  His walking shorts fall around his ankles.  He is going commando.  He turns toward the kid and presents his ass.  The young man is not about to fuck so he turns to reach for the young guy.  The stroker won’t even let him touch his obviously wet dick.

It’s my cue.  I walk over and slap my dick on the guy’s ass.  He turns to me.  I may be older, but I’m bigger.  The half-naked guy quickly re-focuses.  He raises his mask a fraction, leans over and sucks me.  With more enthusiasm than skill.  I reach over his back and feel his butt.  He loves this and groans around my dick in his throat.

The young stroker is jerking faster and faster.

The bent over man swivels again and presents me with his ass.  I grease up and enter him.  I slide home in one stroke.  He has either prelubed or has a load.  I fuck him slowly, with deep strokes.

The Jerker loves this.

Someone else comes in—mid 40’s and showing a well defined chest under his tight tee.  He watches and takes out his dick.  He removes his mask altogether, sure that the young stroker will be his.  He is just as good looking—so it’s possible.

I pick up the fuck rhythm.  The unmasked one leans in to suck the jerker’s dick. 

My man explodes on the floor—his load fucked out of him. The Jerker, as if on cue, blasts out his load—all over the handsome one’s face.  It drips off his nose and chin onto the dirty tile.  The young man gives the guy one woefully inadequate tissue to clean himself up.

My bottom leaves. 

The Jerker leaves.

I am left with the handsome guy.  I give him two napkins from my pocket so he can wipe actually get the load off his face.  He does—and puts his mask on.  I go back to my bench.  He takes the Jerker’s place.  Some minutes pass before he pulls out his dick.

We stroke. 

Eventually he stands and comes over, his fat seven incher swinging.

I raise my mask and go to my knees.  I take him in my mouth—and he gives me a load rather quickly.  He is just pulling his shorts up as another man enters. 

The new guy comes right over and unbuttons his Levis.  He must have stunning in his prime. His hair is dark—but it is now dyed jet black.  He has great cheek bones, but his facial skin has been over baked in the sun.  He is still quite trim.  His cock is semi hard—and never gets harder.  Though I work skillfully on it.

“That’s great,” he tells me, referring to my busy tongue.  “Did that guy give you a load?  I got one for you, too.  You better be ready; it’s gonna be huge…”   He goes on and on—obviously turning himself on—though not erecting.

Then, with a shallow intake of air:  “I’m so damn close.  Fuck!  Here it is—take it all.”   I get one or two tiny drops on my tongue from his semi-hard.  “Damn, I’m glad you could swallow all that,” he says as he puts his cock away and leaves. 

*

I make a tour of the arcade.  It’s busy.  But I am just too damn tall for the gloryholes. 

I go back to the television room.  I watch.  Alone.

The curtains rustle.  In walks a familiar face.  I think—with the damned mask.  He comes right over and calls me by name.  I struggle for his, but I remember his sizable cock, his gorgeous ebony skin and his skill with my dick. 

He almost always tops the men he meets, but when we met, years ago, he wanted me inside his ass.  He wouldn’t do it in a bookstore—so he drove to Michigan, and in the old playroom rode the sling until he climaxed with me inside him.  There must be a post about him…somewhere.

We catch up with each other…then…

“I think I have someone for that…” he gestures at my still hard cock.  “Let me text him.”  He whips out his phone and types.  An answer comes back in seconds.  “He’s almost here.  I want to watch you fuck him.”

He leaves to cruise the booths.  In moments he comes back and collects me.  A short, white guy with a shaved head is waiting by one of the booths with no glory hole.  He is anywhere from 35 to 45, decently built.  In moments, he shows his best feature as the shorts come off,  revealing a smooth white butt with just wisps of hair down the crack.

The two of us take out our cocks.  The bottom swivels around and goes to his knees.  It’s tight but we can stand on either side of him so he can take one, then the other in his mouth.

“Yesssss...” he croons as he goes back and forth.

“Show him your ass,” says my bud.

Obediently, he turns and kneels on the bench, his glorious butt high in the air.  I kneel on the floor and start rimming him.  My friend jerks to the scene.  From the moment my tongue goes in, his pucker flowers open.  This boy knows just what he wants.  He groans loudly—and then more softly as he hears footsteps in the arcade.

“Fuck his hole.”

I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.  I line up—and before I can push in, the bottom impales himself on me.  I slap his ass and take over the drilling.  His hole is really wet.  He continually milks my shaft on ever stroke.  It’s a hot fuck.  And I give him a ball-slapping ride.

“Take a turn,” I tell my friend. 

We can just squeeze by each other.  He slides in—I love watching him use this guy.  But he doesn’t do him for long.  He pulls out and we change places again. 

My cock goes in.  Deep.

“Breed me, Daddy,” he grunts out.  “I want your cum.”

I surprise myself by feeling my balls tighten up. 

“I want you as my first load today.  Cum in me.”

I increase my pace.  And I’m there.  I hold onto his hips and fill his ass.  My thrusts slow—and I begin churning my own cum—making it froth around his puffy red ass lips.

I pull out—and can just manage not to squirm as he somehow turns in the tight space and begins to clean my cock…

Using Roy--In Words and Pictures

 My Playroom—June, 2021

He wrote me on Asspig.  I am not sure where he was actually from, but he was coming to the gay campground nearest to me.  He knew he would get some action in the woods, but really wanted his hole used and stretched.  That can be something that is hard to do in the out of doors—between makeshift clean out situations in communal showers and the potential of getting half the forest on the top’s greasy hands if he touches the ground.

We set a date and time.  Roy arrived promptly—reminding me he would need the shower.  He was fun and friendly.  Roy was around my age, likely just a little younger.  [Who isn’t anymore?!]  So, late 50’s, mostly grey hair, a decently in shape body which had caught some sun at the campground.  In the brief moment we talked before I sent him to clean up, he seemed open and playful.  I set up the rest of the playroom while he used the Ergoflo.  I put on some hot Germans fisting and pissing on each other on the big screen TV.  As the feature finally began—down the stairs he came…

 

He kneels to suck my cock.  No sub here.  We are two men enjoying what we can do for each other.  He sucks me in and gets me hard easily.  But I can tell it’s not really his thing.  When he has had enough, he climbs up, without any encouragement, onto the fuckbench.

I get a first taste of his fresh from the shower hole.  I spend long minutes poking and prodding him with my tongue.  I spit once.  Then twice.  Right on the loose pucker and drive the saliva home with my tongue.  Again and again, until my own cock is dripping.  I smear my juices on him and push it in with my tongue.  Then I swab the head of his dick with my tongue, getting a huge dollop of precum.  I hold that in my mouth and then work it up his hole, too.

I stand and slide in.  His hole welcomes my dick—literally pulling me in.  I fuck him.  He fucks back. 

I grab the egg headed dildo.  It disappears easily up his ass.  He grunts out his pleasure.  I push it down and add my dick.  I double fuck him.  Then I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I pull it up and now slide my cock in under the toy.  He loves this—and tells me so as the poppers come out.

We switch to the sling.  I fuck him here, too.  But I know what he wants.  I grease up my hands. 

His hole is eager.  It accepts my left in mere moments.  Then my right.

I go back to a fuck.

I pull out and stretch him open with a lateral stretch.  He loves this—so I find the speculum and slowly crank him open—until it is wide enough for me to add my cock.  I fuck him with the medical device in place.

I decide to go back to my hands.  I alternate back and forth with them.  Once I add my cock when my left is buried deep inside.  He loves looking in the mirror above him.  His eyes never leave it as my cock slides down my forearm and buries itself in him.

I go to the chain.  I grease and insert.  It is the hunk of chain with the smallest links.  I push each link in him.  One.  At. A. Time.  He groans, commenting on the weight.  I get about 13 of the 18  links into him.  I tell him just that.  Then begin pulling it out—each link giving a tiny stretch as it emerges.

I use the butt plug on him afterward.  Once is has slipped in, I hit my fist against the base—sending vibrations through his whole body.

Another hand session follows.  Back and forth.  I build in tempo---as I move more quickly between left and right.

Roy tells me his hole has likely had enough.

“Of cock, too?” I  ask.

“Hell, no.  Breed me and send me home with it.”

I am happy to oblige.