Stringing up Jake

 My Playroom—February, 2022

Jake, the man who takes my fist with ease and likes to have his balls manhandled, suddenly had time for a play session. My calendar was freer than usual.  On the last Saturday of the month he arrived with his bag of tricks…

 

I send Jake downstairs to the playroom so I can get out of my jeans and get my boots back on upstairs in my bedroom.  I go down in my robe with a fairly clean white jock holding the goods.  Jake is naked.  And ready.

He sits on the edge of the bed.  “Let me get that down my throat before you get too hard.” 

I pull the pouch around and let him nuzzle my balls for a moment.  I am hardening quickly, so I push into his mouth.  It feels great—which makes me fully hard.  And that makes it tight and a little toothy.  I’d rather eat his ass anyway.

Jake gets in place on the fuck bench.  I never tire of how men are presented on this piece of equipment.  The ass is right at the perfect height and spread for maximum penetration by tongue, cock, finger, fist or toy.  I go to work with my tongue first.  He sighs and tells me to get him good and wet.  That is easy to do as I am salivating.  I really need to get my dick into him.

I stand up.  My cockhead brushes his wet pucker.  I push—and I am in.  To the hilt.  I wait for the shortest moment and begin to fuck.  Jake eggs me on.  “Really give it to me.”  I pick up the pace.  In moments I am pounding into him.  Over and over.  The wet sound his ass is making is music to my ears.  I suddenly stop, pull out and bring my wet dick to Jake’s head.  He licks me clean, groaning in the back of his throat.  I go back to his ass and fuck him just as hard again.

I grab the egg headed dildo from the shelf by the sling.  I lube and insert.  His ass takes the toy easily.  I like seeing his ass lips cling to the rounded tip as it stretches them.  It disappears inside Jake.  I stand and add my dick.  I fuck first with the toy below my dick—so I can really feel the ribbed column below the egg head.  Then I switch it up and have my cock under it.  I feel more  of his wet, clingy ass this way.  I fuck for a long time—as Jake looks up into the mirror in front of us and watches me ravage his hole.

The toy comes out.  The speculum goes in—the stainless steel device still cool to the touch.  I crank it open slowly. I finger Jake’s prostate after each small turn of the screw.  Soon, it is wide enough to fuck with it in place.  The stainless steel is no longer cool.  It is at body temperature.  I fuck him vigorously…then do a slow crank shut, letting him feel his ass canal relax.

We move to the sling.  I eat his ass again, relishing the change in the feel of his pucker.  It makes me fuck him hard. 

I start some finger stretching—and then go to a large black butt plug.  Jake loves when I thump my fist against the base of it as he holds it in place.  More fingers—8 now, in a lateral stretch.  Soon, my left hand slips into him.  And then my right.  Alternating. 

I move on to the bigger black toy—sort of a two tier butt plug.  Jake takes it easily.  I beat on the base of this one, too.  Another round of my hands—opening and probing deeply into him.

He has brought the two ball crushers.  I start with the plexiglass one.  He helps get his balls and cock in the right holes.  Then I begin to tighten the wing nuts—slowly tightening down on his testicles.  Today I seem to be able to go a little tighter than last time.  I add the eggheaded dildo, into his ass before I take the picture.

I get the crusher off and use the new toy shaped like a small fire hydrant.  Jake takes it in stride.  The top goes in easily. I spend a little time working the four bumps into him.  And a little more with the next, wider ring at the base.  He loves the complex stretches it provides.

My hands do another round.

A quick fuck and we break.  Jake lies on the bed and gets his balls inside the lower half of the red block crusher.  Then it’s back in the sling for him.  I add the top and screw it down with just a light amount of pressure on his nuts.  Jake wonders if I have rope to truss the whole contraption up and pull it above him.  I don’t have rope—but I have chain.  I rig it so it pulls his scrotum away from his body.

I tighten it down to where he likes it.  At his instruction, I grab the flesh covered dildo and beat the box.  Rhythmically and loud in the tiny room.  Jake’s eyes roll up into his head.  He is in some special place.

And now my hands find their way back into his hole…

 

 

(I wish the trussed up picture was better.  Oh, and here are the toys—for those who like to keep track….)

“Piss me, Daddy...”

 My Playroom—February, 2022

It was Tuesday.  Not a day I am often looking for sex.  But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy.  He was horny.  Super horny.  He needed to drink my piss.  I was surprised and pleased.  He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan.  And tank up.  He asked to come late afternoon/early evening.  I said yes.

We chatted a little more throughout the morning.  (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.)  He asked me to start saving my piss.  I found an old thermos.  I preheated it with boiling water…then began pissing into as I hydrated, waiting for his arrival. 

He was a shade later than we’d said—but all was good.  He came in like a whirlwind out of the cold.  Down we went to the playroom…

 

The tall, thin boy strips and tosses his clothing into the chair by the television.  “I couldn’t find all my slutty clothes.”  He has a lacy crop top under his shirt.  And that’s all.  His cock is in a cage.  “I need your piss, Daddy.  And to suck that big daddy dick…”  He kneels on the padded part of the floor, right at the end of the fuck bench.  I have stripped, too, down to my jock.  I take a moment to sit on the bed so I can put my boots back on.  I slowly lace them up.  Making him wait.  And squirm.  “Daddy….please….”

I stand up.  My cock is stretching the pouch of my jock obscenely.  I bring it over to his mouth.  He inhales.  Deeply.  And begins to lick at the balls not quite contained in the jock.  I finally pull out just my testicles.  Making him wait for the main course.  He licks and sucks on my hairy nuts.  Moaning.  Cooing.  Constantly slathering them with his spit.

My cock emerges.  He takes me deep in his throat before he even licks the head.  Down to the root.  Over and over.  Only then does he pull off and start licking the head.  And the piss slit—constantly working his tongue in there for a drop of juice.  He wants anything my cock can give him.  “Do you have piss for me, Daddy?”

I take my dick out of his mouth and grab the back of his head—pulling him into my ball sack that he has left so wet.  I don’t touch my shaft.  I think hard about pissing…and in a moment, I can.  I pull back from him with “Open your mouth.”

The piss is delivered in a perfect arc into wide, baby bird at feeding time, mouth.  He gurgles his pleasure as he swallows it down.  It’s not a lot.  As the stream loses strength, I get my pissing cock into his mouth.  Directly down his throat.  He waits until the stream stops—and then begins sucking my dick in earnest.

“Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your ass.”

He crawls up.  Getting in place.

I kneel and tongue the youngest hole in my stable of men.  He opens easily.  Someday I will fuck him—but I know it’s not tonight.  I revel in the feel of his hairless, soft ass.  My bladder tells me I have more piss.  I rear up and shower his ass crack.

“Piss me, Daddy.”

I watch the nearly clear liquid run down his crack.  The moment I stop I am back on my knees, cleaning up his hole.  Eventually I stand up.  I fuck his ass crack, pumping my dick up and down along his crack.  It coats itself with the piss I’ve missed.  I take it to his hungry mouth.  He cleans me up—catching sight of himself doing it in the big mirror there.  He loves the look of his sissy self with my monster contorting the shape of his mouth.

I go back to his butt.  I piss some more on his crack and wet fuck the channel—telling him how someday I’ll be inside of him.  I bring him my super wet cock to clean.  “I really want you in my pussy, Daddy.  Someday.”  And he gulps me down, savoring the piss on my cock…

***

We’ve moved to the sling.  Ass eating and piss.  And a little head—though it’s never a great position with him craning his head down and around to get to me.

I spend some time playing with his cramped dick in the cage.  I make his cock strain against the sides of the cage.  I piss on it.  He groans as the hot liquid drips down from his mound of useless cock and over his balls and then his ass cheeks.  I kneel and lick up my piss.

I stand back up.  My cock is lightly greased.  I fuck his wet balls.  This makes him pant.  His eyes are on the mirror above him as he watches me toy with his hairless orbs.

“Up.  My turn in the sling.”  We change over.  I lie back, my boots on the chains.  “Now lick my balls as I jerk.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you remember?  Try to get to my sweet spot—between my cock ring and my sack…”

He gets busy.  I stroke.  Zeroing in on how good his tongue feels.  He finds my spot and makes my cock drip.  I lightly coat my cock head with the extra precum for him to lick off.  He does, deftly, before going back to my spot—hoping to make me drool out some more.

“It’s getting late, Daddy—can you give me your cum?”

I tell him I want him on the bed for that.  Once I’m out of the sling, I lie down on the cool top sheet.  My entire body is reflected in the mirror running along the side of the bed.  My legs splay open.  “Suck my dick, boy…” 

He does.  I close my eyes.  I think about his ass.  His tight hole.  Why it is off limits.  How good it tastes.  How I love to piss his butt.  How I would love to fuck him.  Breed him.  I have an image of my cock pulling out and a single drop of cum dripping from his hairless ass—and I’m there.  I shoot into his mouth.  Volley after volley.

We lie there for a long moment.  Curled up together.  Then he gets up and starts dressing.

“Daddy—the Thermos.  We didn’t use it.”

I give it to him.  He undoes the stopper and takes a long, satisfied swig.  One for the road…

"First Time. Never with a Man..."

Near Home—February, 2022

Saturday night.  I had spent a good part of the day wooing a man into my sling.  He talked about the things he’d like to experience, most of which would leave him very wet.  Sometime in the late afternoon he vanished, not just from being currently online but from the hook up site as well, blocking me.  I signed off and made up my mind that a return to the bookstore was an easier way to get rid of the load building in my balls…

 

I am in the bookstore closest to my home, the one with the two theatres/rooms next door to each other.  I am sitting off to the side, stroking to the straight video.  It’s not fantastic porn—but it is where the men are. Four of them, to be exact.  Two are of no interest.  I recognize them and know they don’t play.  Well, at least with other men.  There is a man in the back row who is a regular--and has often sucked my cock.  My focus is on a younger man directly across from me.  He has his dick out and is stroking.  He is doing a lot of that look-at-the-screen-look-at-me and back again.  His face is mostly expressionless.  If anything, he looks worried.

The man on the screen shoots his load all over the woman’s face and open mouth.  The young man rises and looks right at me.  I can finally see him.  He is Mexican, tall-ish and very, very slim with jet black hair.  He might be 30, but is likely less than that.  He nods to me and leaves the room.  I do myself up and follow.  He is waiting by the booths used for previewing a movie before you buy it.  He steps into an unused booth.  I follow and lock the door.  I turn to him.

“First time,” he whispers.  “Never with man.”

I undo the buttons on my fly.  My dick falls out, heavy and hard.

He does an intake of breath and then, slowly, reaches for it.  He holds me for a moment and then goes to his knees.  His blow job is all hand and teeth.  I whisper for him to ease up on the hand and open wider.  He tries but it is still not very good.

He stands up.  He has pulled a Magnum from somewhere.  “Fuck me with this?  Please.  First time.”

I roll on the condom and he drops his jeans.  It’s a cute butt.  I go to my knees to lick his hole.  He turns around and tugs me to get up.  “Just fuck.  First time fuck.”

I lube up, thinking a rimming would help open him up.  He turns and bends, craning his head towards me to make sure I am keeping the condom in place.  I love how hairy his ass crack is—I really want to stick my tongue in it.  But I do what he wants.  I feel his pucker with my finger.   I line up and begin to slowly enter him.  But I never stop…he takes my whole cock in one stroke.  There is no way this is his first time.  He gasps.  And begins to fuck back on me.

He grasps his very small uncut dick and strokes himself as I fuck.  In fact, between how open his ass is and the rubber covering my dick, I feel very little.  But it is working for him.  He fires his load all over the ripped leatherette seat…

*

When I leave him to clean himself up, I go to the gay cinema.  A cubbish young man is there.  He is standing by the door.  I sit down in front of him.  He moves around and sits in a chair where we can see each other.  I pull out my dick—still hard after the brief fuck.  The Cub kneads the front of his pants.  He has a ball cap pulled down, the brim covering his eyes. He unzips.  Fingers go into his fly. 

He massages.

I stroke. 

He suddenly gets up and goes behind me, I think to leave.  I turn.  Nope.  He’s on his knees in the corner behind the door.  I get up and move into the darkness there.  I feed him my dick.  He’s good.  Velvety mouth.  And very wet.  I choke him a couple times with some face fucking and we both like the sound of him gagging. 

Finally his knees give out.  I help him up—and kneel in front of him.  It’s a tiny dick. I take him in my mouth.

“You shouldn’t do that, I’m so close…”

And he fills my mouth with rather bitter cum.

*

I get another guy off, sitting in the cock sucker seat on the straight side.  Nothing special—but more fun than just stroking.

I take a swig from my water bottle, rinsing his cum out of my mouth.  A chunky younger man arrives.   He’s likely 30-35, African American.  Medium height.  And horny.  His fully engorged cock is out the moment he sees me. 

I suck it for a moment.

He sucks me as I sit there.

“Let’s go into a booth.  The ones right out here.”

I nod.  And follow.  It’s the same booth as with the ‘first timer.’  I open my pants back up.  We exchange blow jobs again.

“I bottom, too.  You top with that thing?”

“Sure.”

“Fuck me bare—but I want your load in my mouth.”

This time I can rim.  The cheeks are thick and furry.  I pull them apart.  He helps me with his free hand.  I dive in.  His hole pulses round my invading tongue.  Oh, yeah.  He wants me.  Now.  I pull his thick meat back between his legs and get my mouth on his drooling head.  I noisily slurp the pre-cum off his glans—and stick his juices into his ass.

He groans.  “Fuck me.”

I stand up.

I have to work to get into him—but just a little.  When I bottom out, my pubes smashed against his full ass cheeks, he sighs.  “So good…”

I grunt, hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  His big hand finds his thick, curved cock.  He has a cock that likely makes him a top more often than he might want to be.  Tonight he is my bottom—and he is muttering, whispering, urging me on to fuck him good.  I can hear his cock juicing up his hand.

“I want your cum,” he hisses.  “Let me taste it.”

I have had a lot play tonight—and I am more than ready to give him what he wants. 

I fuck a little more, slap him on the ass and bark “Now.”

He swivels, pulling out of me and going to his knees.  I stroke my cock—and splatter his upturned face with a full load.  On his tongue, on his cheeks, just below his eye, more in his mouth as he swallows the first spurts.

He licks up as much as his tongue can reach.  I give him my wilting cock to clean, but it’s too sensitive.  I love the whiteness of my load on his deep brown complexion.

“Any time,” he tells me, accepting the clean napkin from my pocket.

I nod, in total agreement…

 

A Super Super Bowl Sunday

Near Home—February, 2022

After the less than stellar bookstore experience, I was still horned.  I decided it was time to go back to my usual stomping grounds slightly closer to home.  It was now Super Bowl Sunday—I was intrigued to see who wasn’t a sports fan…

 

The place is busy.  Lots of men in and out of the two video rooms.  The porn is exceptionally good on the gay side.  A Lucas Entertainment daddy epic.  My cock drools as mouths on screen suck the cock fresh from the perfect ass it was fucking.

Many men have looked in.  But now one sits across from me.  I think I recognize him, but he has still opted to wear a mask, so I’m not sure.  He has the body of a former football player.  He now likely late 30’s—but I am no longer a good judge on ages.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  We watch the film.  It takes no time before he is groping himself.  Soon enough he unzips and he takes out his bigger than average cock.  It looks very black against his white t-shirt.

We stroke to the two daddies using a young man.  There is rarely a moment the kid onscreen does not have two big dicks in him.  One way or another.  His moans are hot—not annoying.

Finally my theatre companion turns to me.  “Will you suck me?  I love your mouth.”

So I do know him.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  I take him down easily.  He is longer than usual, but not particularly thick.  He also has a curve that perfectly fits my throat.  He lets me do all my tricks of tongue and playing with suction—but will then hold me still to fuck my throat.

He finally stops me with “I don’t want to cum too fast.” 

He does himself up and he must get off in the arcade for I don’t see him again.

I check in next door.  A straight couple is watching the porn.  His hand is under her short skirt; her hand totally covers a very small cock.  There are at least eight men in the room before me.  They just know they are going to get a game day blow job—and soon enough the guy starts choosing men for his partner to service.

A man next to me, who has his dick in his hand, reaches out and strokes my dick—unusual when there is a woman present.  He goes to his knees in front of me, but still continues with just his hand.  Stroking. 

And whispering:  “Do you like women?  My wife would love your cock.  Sooo thick.  She’s cute—not like her.”  He tosses the woman in the room a look of contempt.  (He’s right, but I say nothing.)  “I want to see my wife suck you—and watch you fuck her.  And fill her with your cum.”

I lean forward and whisper:  “Which you’d eat out?”

And the guy shoots on the spot.  All over the floor between my boots.  He promises to look for me to make his fantasy a reality. 

(I have never seen him again.)

The man offers me his woman.  I smile and decline. 

She gets four men off (all over her breasts and mouth) before they leave.

A bearded guy, who stayed well behind the couple, has been watching me.  He comes toward me now.  He is tall and thin.  He unzips, revealing he is built like me all over.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.  My cock is dripping and he is leaving me with gobs of slick spittle all over my shaft and balls.  Fuck—the joy of a beard on your balls…

He deep throats me effortlessly at first.  Over and over again.

He goes to lick my balls—and under them—without being told.

He come back up and begins for the load in earnest.  I think it might happen—but the moment I think it, my orgasm recedes.  He is going at a terrific pace—and can’t possible prolong it.  He finally pulls off me, winded.

“I tried…” he mumbles.

I tell him I take forever and not to take it personally and that I loved what he was doing.  He stands up, rather shakily—his rampant dick is right in front of me.  I take it in my mouth.  He sighs out a “Yesssss….”

I go to my knees.  I suck his big cock.  Trying to give him the exact pleasure he gave me.  I pull his pants down and play with his very hairy ass as my mouth remains all over his erection.  A finger grazes his hole.  He pulls his cheeks apart in invitation.  My third finger invades.

He gasps and squirms—pushing my long middle finger deep into his guts.  He bucks back on it—and erupts into my mouth.  He holds my head in place—as if I would even think of pulling off him.

I clean him up with my tongue.  Every drop.  He thanks me.  He lingers like he might want to give me his number, but then takes off quickly.  I wish I had offered mine…

A long lull.  I think of leaving.  I go watch most of the Lucas film instead.

I check the straight side after the movie ends.  I have been jerking to it long enough that likely any one could get me off now.

I sit in the back row—in the cocksucker seat.  Where men can stand against the back wall and turn to the person seated and be perfectly lined up.

I don’t wait long.  A graying Daddy arrives and whips up a seven incher. 

He strokes.

He turns.

I suck.

I stop stroking I am so close.

“Ah, fuck…” he hisses and explodes in my mouth.

And I blast off right along with him.

 And a link to the preview:  Daddy's in Charge!

The Next Week at the Bookstore

 Jackson—February, 2022

I had such a good time on the Saturday (of the last three posts!!) I went back on the following Friday…

 

I pull into the lot.  There are enough cars to make my dick jump.  I go in, pay and wander the lounge.  There are three men here.  Everyone one else must be downstairs in the arcade.  I pass by the man who has fallen asleep in the straight area, nod at the guy in the Trans area and sit down across from a man who is stroking in the gay area.  He is about my age, in good shape and has a cock that is every bit as big as mine.  I get mine out and stroke it to full hardness.

In moments he is on his knees and sucking me.  It feels good, but it is nothing special.  I suggest he lick my balls, but he ignores me.  The guy from the Trans room wanders in.  He takes out his cock and plays with it as he watches the blow job in progress.  My hand goes out in an offer to help him, but he moves farther away from me.

The man from the straight area wanders in.  My cocksucker sees him and is instantly on his feet.   He steps away from me and looks quickly at the screen.  The guy stroking hides his dick, too.  I don’t care. 

The new arrival looks at all three of us, shrugs and leaves.  The stroker follows him.  My sucker offers me his cock.  I suck him.  His dick is cold.  Really cold.  Has he has used something for lube which is causing it?  It is rock hard, so then I wonder if Tri-Mix causes this condition.  But it is unsettling to have something a few degrees warmer than a Popsicle in my mouth. 

He seems to tire of me, just as I’m about to say I need a break.  He goes downstairs and I don’t see again.  Or anyone new.  I give it an hour and go home. 

You just never know from one week to the next…

And so I went home to where dinner was thawing…

Bookstore Saturday Three: "I Need Some More..."

 Jackson—February, 2022

This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…”

 

I take a break and walk around the lounge.  Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch.  I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive.  I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in.  I circle the lounge and end up in the gay end.

The first thing I see is the Marathoner on his hands and knees.  He is giving head to an older man with longer gray hair.  I have seen the Marathoner suck cock before, but it’s not something I think of him doing.  Everyone wants his big tool, so he gives it to them.  Or not.  He has sucked me, but for maybe 45 seconds before grinding his ass in my face.  Here he is acting like a bitch in heat.  He is doing everything he can think of, with his mouth and hands, to get this man off.

I enjoy watching him.  The Marathoner senses something, looks up and sees me.  He is flustered.  He makes some mumbled excuse to the man—and takes off, cramming his own meaty schlong back in his pants.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.  Damn…

I go back into the alcove and stroke.  I hear sex happening behind me.  I turn.  The guy the Marathoner was sucking is now sucking two men standing before him on the couch—from which he’s never moved.  I watch him go back and forth on the two guys.  I focus back on the porn.  An older man steps from the shadows in the far corner next to the screen.  I have seen him here before—he is very sub.  He nods at me.  His hands go behind his back and he kneels in front of me.  I let him work on me until his knees give out.  He goes in search of a man who will give him cum.

 “This place is wild today.”  It’s the Long Haired Guy the Marathoner was sucking.  He comes into the alcove.  “Nice!” he says, seeing my wet cock.  He sucks me enthusiastically, if not well.  When another man comes in and sits on the chair to my left, my new sucker goes to him.  And that’s just fine.

Around the corner clomps another white man in his 40’s dressed up in feminine attire.  No wig.  Just a mini-dress in neon green.  It is a fishnet weave that comes halfway down his thigh.  He has an electric pink thong covering his crotch which you can see with the large weave of the dress over it.

I sigh.  I’ve done my CD moment for the day.

“Fuck, that’s a hot cock.”  She hikes up the dress, pulls the thong aside and sits on my cock.  She is prelubed.  And dammit, she knows how to use her ass.  She rides me, taking poppers and purring. 

“Fuck, my legs…”  She gets up.  So do I.  I tell her to lean into the chair.  I fuck her from behind until she begs me to stop or to cum.  I stop.

She pulls herself together and sashays out of the room.  I go pee and wash up a little…though not for that reason…

*

Men are starting to leave.  I find the subby guy, standing against the wall and jerking.  His eyes are shut tight as he tries for an orgasm.  On a whim, I kneel and take his cock in my mouth.  “Oh, Sir…” he mumbles.  And shoots down my throat.

I go back to the alcove and stroke—afraid that I have waited too long; that I will not find a mouth or ass to use for my load.

A man walks in.  He might be anywhere from 30 to 40.  Black, his hair cropped close to his head.  He is in work clothes.  And hot.  He sits in the other chair and whips out his dick.

“Lunch hour,” he tells me.  We stroke in unison.  Then:  “You suck?”

I nod.  I cross to him and kneel between his legs.  His cock is bigger than average, but not quite as big as mine.  I start with his big balls.  He loves this and tells me so.  I can taste the musk of the work day on him.  It makes my cock drip.  I lick up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth.

“Damn, you know how to do it…”

I suck him happily—aware that his now wet balls are tightening.  He’s so close to giving me his load.

“Wait.  I don’t want to cum yet.”  I pull off him and rock back as he stands.  I tell him to find me when he’s ready.  He thanks me and goes out to the straight porn.  I go back to my chair. 

I stroke. 

Back comes my construction guy.   “I need some more of that mouth.”

I willing give it to him. He stands this time.  I kneel on the floor.  He even fucks my face a little.  His balls tighten again.  I am ready…but again he stops.

“You’re great—but it’s too soon.”

“Whenever,” I tell him.

He goes down to the arcade.

The lounge is empty save for one man who sits rigidly in front of the straight sex porn, watching intently, never touching himself.

I go back to my alcove, resolved to stroke one off.

But I wait, hoping for the construction guy to materialize.

I hear the door to the lounge open. 

I really want his load—which will make me blow, too.  I can hear him coming this way.  But it’s not him—It is a cheerful bear cub.  He has a full beard, a great smile and is caring a vaporizer that looks like a cigar.

“Snap,” he says, pointing at my camouflage pants and then to his own.  He also has some sort of down vest, which he tosses to the floor.  He wastes no time in getting out his dick. 

We stroke.

“Daddy—can I suck that thing?”

“Sure…”

He comes over, kneels and gives me quite good head. The use of his hand on my shaft and tongue on my balls is really making me ready to blow.  Maybe he feels it, too, for he stops. 
“Do you fuck?  I'd really like your cum in my ass.”

“Let me at it.”

He gets up and out of his pants.  The Cub leans into the seat of the chair, arching his butt towards me.  It’s a very hairy ass.  I kneel and begin to tongue his ass crack.  He moans---and tells me to eat him out.  I concentrate on his hole.  I am so ready to drop the load I have been edging for at least four hours.  I spit one last time on his open pucker.  I stand up and push the gob into his hole with my dick.  He gives way easily.  I am halfway into him in one push.

He gasps.

I slow down for the next half.  He eggs me on—“Breed me, Daddy.  I need cum.  Breed me good.”

I begin fucking him in earnest.  It’s going to take no time at all. 

“I’m so close with your big Daddy dick in me.  So close….”

He is not lying.  I can feel his ass tighten around me.  But it’s what I want, too. 

“I’m gonna breed you,” I grunt out.

“Do it.  Breed me good.”

That does it.  I fire into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold onto him tightly.  I can feel his ass clutch at me again—as he unloads on the chair seat.

I pull out. 

He cleans me off.

And gives me his number…

Bookstore Saturday Two: "Even Bigger Than I Thought..."

Jackson—February, 2022

This picks up immediately after “You’re a Perv!”

 

I sit back down and stroke for a bit.  A few men come in to look, but not play.  The next one in is around my age.  He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair.  He looks at me—and begins to strip.  Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks.  He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair.  His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on.  His body has definitely gone soft, plus likely some Covid weight.  His cock is plumped, but not hard.   I take it all in, but I can’t take my eyes off his nipples.  They are huge.  Erect.  And pointing right at me.

He sits down, and rather listlessly strokes his dick.

Finally he looks at me—“Would you let me suck that magnificent piece of meat?”

I stand and walk over.  He reaches up, holding my cock at the base, just looking at it for a moment.  Then he guides me between his lips while his hands go to working his nipples.  He’s good.  I like to use men’s mouths my age or older.  Most of them have decades of technique.  This guy is good—but not quite as good as I hoped.  I knock his hand away from the closest nipple and twist it myself.

He grunts.  And I swear his sucking improves.  I get the other one in my other hand and tweak it.

“You can do that as hard as you want,” he tells me, coming up for air.

I was pretty sure of that, but it’s always good to know.  I twist and squeeze.  He sucks.  His cock stands up all on its own.  I let go of one nipple and grab the back of his head.  I start to fuck his face.  What thumbnail I have is grinding into the swollen flesh of his nipple.  He is whimpering around my cock.  In a good way.

Suddenly he pulls off me.  I wonder if he’s shot.  His cock is soft again and oozing, but no other load is evident.  He thanks me—and moves to get dressed.  I sit back down.  I love watching his face as the T-shirt goes on and the fabric rubs those over stimulated giant cones on his chest…

*

I wander—but come right back to my alcove and chair.  I have managed to catch the eye of a tall, handsome man somewhere in his 40’s.  I sit down—and in moments he comes in, too.  I get out my cock.

“That’s even bigger than I thought you’d have…” he says softly.  “May I?”

I nod.

He unzips himself as he kneels.  “It’s always the tall, skinny guys with the big dicks…”  I can’t disagree.  His mouth connects with my cock. He is fabulous.  I thought that bearded guy from the last trip here was great—but this man could give him lessons. 

His mouth is wet.  I sigh.

Active. 

With a great tongue.  He teases my piss slit and I moan.

There is just the right amount of suction.

I actually reach down and unobtrusively twist my balls—so I don’t shoot.

He pulls off my cock and, without direction, starts licking my swollen, hairy orbs.  It’s his turn to groan.  He stops long enough to say “You’ve been busy—I love the taste of ‘em.”  He goes right back to nuzzling them.  Licking them and only then, pulling them one at a time into his mouth.  Tonguing every wrinkled inch of them.

“Let me fuck your mouth.”  I stand up—and the hot man takes my place in the chair.  I begin slowly, but when I can see he can take me deep with each stroke, I give it to him.  All of it.  His cock has come out.  He is now beating it as I thrust into him.

We change back up—me in the chair and him between my splayed legs.  He’s taking me deeper now all on his own.   I close my eyes.  I think I may be giving him a load soon.  Suddenly my face is slapped with a very hard cock.  I turn and it’s the Marathoner.  He feeds me his dick with a grin.  The angle is terrible for me to do much—and made worse by the thickness of his cock.  Handsome man seems to love that I have a dick in my mouth—and seems to have no interest in sharing it with me.  He’s quite content with mine.

The Marathoner pulls out of me abruptly. He turns and grinds his ass into my face.  My tongue easily finds his hole.  I work him open until my tongue is poking deeply into his once tight pucker.

Handsome man seems to love this—he is working faster and faster on me.

And suddenly I know why.  He stands up, I turn and he feeds me his dick just in time to shoot a massive load.   I swallow and I still can’t help but let some run out of my mouth and into my beard.

The Marathoner pulls up his pants and leaves the room. (He won’t want a mouth full of cum licking his hole.)  Mr. Handsome pulls me up out of the chair and kisses me, licking some of his seed out of my beard.  It’s a hot intimate moment—tuning out the blaring porn and the other men milling around.

 “See you around,” he tells me as he does up his pants, after seeing his cock has been cleaned so well, there are no last drops of cum.  “I want you again.”

But so in the five weeks since, I have never seen him…

 

One more installment to come/cum…in a willing ass.