At Least the Porn was Good

 Near Home—August, 2022

It was a Sunday afternoon.  I thought I had a fuck bud coming over.  He cancelled.  But I was still horned.  I went to the bookstore nearest me.  I had pulled back on public sex for a bit with Mpx being everywhere in the news.  I went—not sure what I would be comfortable doing…

 

The straight side is all but empty.  And the movie is adequate at best.  I go around to the gay theater.  As I open the door, I realize I am interrupting a couple in the back corner.  I murmur a “sorry” and sit down.  The movie is good here.  One of the SkynMen orgies.  I stroke.

I soon realize the men behind the door are not having sex.  They are just talking.  In hushed tones, but ones that really carry.  I hear about absent partners, Monkeypox, the sale of parental housing, how hung the men in the movie are…“Ooh, I’ve had only one that big…”  On and on.

Eventually they get bored and leave, first one and then the other.

I am alone.  With good porn and a hard cock.

I stroke.

The door opens.  A man in a surgical mask enters.  He is a guy I often see here with his partner.  He is alone today.  He sits near me and gropes himself to the group scene on the huge television. 

Eventually he goes to his knees, pulls the mask down and gives me some head.  I am fine with it.  His mouth is pleasant if not exciting.

His knees tire fast and he disappears.

The good porn ends explosively.  Not so much for me.  The next video in rotation features twinks who talk to the camera forever before getting down to it.  I button up and check in next door.  The porn here is better now.  There is one other man watching, way down front.  I sit in the back and stroke more.

*

I hear the sound of chairs being moved around through the grate in the common wall between the two spaces.  I decide to investigate.  A threesome is in progress.  A young otter type, stark naked, is ass up on one of the metal chairs designed for two.  He is new to me.  In his mouth is a fully dressed Mexican who I often see here.  In the Otter’s ass is a large framed Black man who is a nodding acquaintance from my time in this place.  The top’s pants are around his ankles.  He is trying to stay in the Otter, who keeps squirming away in his eagerness to suck the Mexican.

I pull out my dick.  The Mexican offers me his place, but I make the gesture that I’m fine where I am.

Suddenly the Top is inside the Otter, who howls around the cock in his mouth.  I look at the fuck—the Otter must be really inexperienced, for the Top has a very average sized cock.  I stroke to the thump of the fuck—as the Top rams him.

It is all over in minutes.  The Mexican shoots with a strangled cry, which set off the Top’s orgasm up the Otter’s ass.

In minutes the two men who shot zip up and go, leaving a naked Otter, now sitting on the floor.  He is out of it.  High on something.  He doesn’t even notice I’m there.  Which makes my escape that much easier…

 

Did this even need to be written?  Maybe not, but just keeping it real…  

So Full

 North of Me—August, 2022

 

The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often.  But it never seems to happen.  We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard.  The good news is that the wait is always worth it. 

In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud…

 

I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube.  He also has a container of J-Lube.  I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand.  I go into his study to get out of my clothes.  I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots.

Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees.  I stand in front of him. 

He inhales.  “Thank you for wearing a used jock.”  He begins to nuzzle the pouch.  My cock escapes to the side.  It’s in his mouth, instantly.  My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth.  He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again.

“I want to fuck your face.”

Ross moves up onto the bed.  His head hangs over, his mouth wide.  I slip inside.  I begin a slow pump of his mouth.  He moans as I bottom out deep inside him.  I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes.  I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time.

“Again!”  Ross mumbles.

And I repeat the rape of his mouth.  Again and again.

“Now give me your ass.”

Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back.  I surprise myself and forego rimming him.  I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole.  He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust.

When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole.  I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other…

*

Ross is in the sling now.  I am eating his ass properly.  He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in.  I want to use him so much more before that happens.

I stand up and fuck.  Then I add the eggheaded toy.  I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock.  Ross moans, “So full…”  I begin the DP fuck.  Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo.  It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross.  He grunts out how hot it feels.

Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under.  When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us.

I take a long swig of water.  I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today.  So I just fuck some more.  Long strokes.  All the way out and all the way in.  Every time.

The speculum is up next.  A slow crank open.  Lots of finger-on-prostate action.  And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device.  Ross shivers in pleasure.  His mancunt is held wide open.  My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate.  He moans.  Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass.  But I am still not hydrated enough.  I sigh—and fuck.  And eventually crank it shut.

I grab the ass grommet.  I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil.  I slip it over the shaft of my cock.  It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut.  It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock.  I toss him the poppers for the first time.  Ross takes a hit and I press in.  He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on.  His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy.  I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft.  Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out.  It creates a vacuum sound as I do it.  I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him.  It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt.  I fuck this way a long time.

Only now do I grease up my hands.  He takes my left with ease.  My right with a little more concentration.  But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily.  Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock.  It slips between my fingers.  I stroke myself deep in his ass.

I pull out and get my right inside him.  I add my cock.  The angle’s not as good.  I go back to my left.  I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft.  The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way...

“Do you want me to try a double?”

Ross nods.

I go for two hands at the same time.  I get both in, my hands palm to palm.  He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place.  We do this three or four times.  And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud.

We break.  His hole needs a rest.  We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp.

But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees.  I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone.  I am within inches of my elbow.

We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner….

Serving His Country and Serving Me

 My Playroom—August, 2022

We had talked on one of the hookup sites for some time.  Our schedules had never meshed, but suddenly they did.  Declan wanted me to fuck him.  He had had a few experiences with men, but they had all had average to small cocks.  “I want you to show no mercy to me, tie me down if you have to, just make me take your big dick.”

I learned that Declan is serving his country.  Now he desperately wanted to serve me.  He is a good-looking young man, fast approaching 30.  He is likely around 5’10” and carries some extra weight and a lot of muscle.  I reminded him about clean out as I would be going deeper than the few men who had fucked him previously.  That made him nervous, but he quickly learned how to do it. (Thank you, YouTube!) 

He arrived on time and was incredibly nervous.  I showed him down to the playroom and told him to strip.  That I would be back.  For some reason, I did not change to my jock and boots like I always do.  I went back down fully dressed.  He was sitting on the bed, looking at the fuck vid on the television screen.  He was not remotely hard…

 

I stand by the fuck bench.  “Come here.”  I point to the floor between my spread legs.  He kneels there.  “Look at me.”  He looks up and a nervous smile flashes across his face.  I pull his head into the crotch of my faded 501’s.  He gasps and then relaxes.  He nuzzles my cock through the denim.  “Have you sucked cock before?”

“A couple of times,” he mumbles and all on his own adds, “Sir.”

“Open my jeans—and get me hard.”  The last part will be easy, I am already growing.  He unbuckles my belt and the three buttons of the fly.  He spreads them open.  My underwear is mounded.  He peals it down, his hands slightly shaky.  He goes for my balls first.  His tongue is thick and wet.  He licks them hungrily.  He works up the shaft and takes the head into his mouth.  He is a little toothy.

“Cover your teeth.”

He does and the blow job improves immeasurably.  He is eager one moment, and shy about showing that to me.  Which makes it both hot and endearing. 

“Lick my balls again.”

He buries his face there.  I notice his cock is now erect and dripping.

“Untie my boots.”  He does what he’s told.  I sit on the bed and he pulls them off. I stand up and he helps get the jeans and underwear off.  The shirt follows.   The boots go back on.  I sit on the bed and spread my legs wide.  “Lick under my balls.”

He’s not expecting this. But he does it.  He like the scent of me under my hairy testicles.  He licks my taint, but certainly makes no move to taste my ass.  I consider telling him to rim me, but decide to save that for another session. 

“Get on the bench.”  He does.  I have to show him how to move his knees forward to get his ass in the right position.  “Has anyone eaten your ass before?’

“Sort of…” he starts.  I kneel, pull apart his ample butt cheeks and my tongue pokes into his pucker.  “Fuck!  Not like that…” he moans.  I spit on his hole and drill it into him.  Over and over. 

He opens his poppers.  “May I take a hit, sir?”

I grunt out an affirmative sound, never stopping my oral assault of his ass.  He is loosening.  Slowly but surely.  I stand and poke my cockhead against him.  “I’m not fucking you yet, just wiping my precum on your hole.”

This makes him whimper.  I go back to my knees and push my juices into his ass.  His hole is responding.  I spit one last time and stand up, my dick lubed.

“You want this cock raw, right?”

“Yes, Sir.  On PrEP, Sir.”  

I slap his hole with my cock and begin the entry.  He is damned tight.  He fights a little, pulling away from me.  I hold his hips and work in.  The hole surrenders and takes my head.  He grunts.  And asks for more.  “I can take it, Sir.”

I inch into him.  One inch.  Two inches.  I fuck him like that, then pull out and eat his ass again.  I stand back up.  He takes four inches this time.  Again I do the shallow fuck before some more tongue.  I am not going to rape his hole as he thought I would have to do.  I want him to want it.  I stand up and insert.  “How does it feel?”

“Better, Sir.”

Making him talk and not concentrate on his ass let’s me get three quarters of my dick into him.  I fuck him, using just that much of me.  “Take another popper hit.”

He does.  I speed up—but don’t go deeper.

“You licked cock right out of your ass?”

“Once, Sir.”

I pull out and bring it to him.  He tentatively opens his mouth and takes me in.  He gives a low moan.  He goes from obeying to licking me ravenously.  He loves the taste of his hole or the depravity or both.  “Leave lots of saliva on it, for I’m going back in.”  As I pull out of his mouth, he drools more spit on my shaft.  I move around and fuck him again with three quarters of my length.

I make him clean me a second time before we move to the sling.  I get him in place, stirrups adjusted.  He is more comfortable here.  I eat his hole again.  He is starting to self-lube—as protection from the invasion of my cock.  I add more spit.

I stand and insert.  I am at the same depth, only three quarters inside him.  I hold.  “Take a hit.”  He does.  Instantly, I sink into him.  He gasps.  His eyes roll back.  I begin a slow fuck.

“That feels so good…” he mumbles.

I build the speed of the fuck.  Poppers open.  I am soon slamming into him and he is taking it.

“Yes!” he gasps.  “Fuck me with that big cock.”

I do.  For a long time.   I pull out and eat his ass again.  I re-lube and begin to enter him.  “Try it with no poppers this time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His ass opens and takes me.  I give him a blistering, eyes-rolling-up into-his-head fuck.  I stop only when I need to catch my breath. 

“That was incredible,” he murmurs.  “I took it.”

“Without help.”

I give him a break.  “You ever sit on a rimseat?”

“No, Sir.”

I pull it out and spend a long time eating his dripping ass.  He is rock hard now and stroking.  I know I need to cum soon—and I don’t want to waste it jerking here as I swallow his ass juices.

“Sling time,” I tell him.  He gets up, eagerly.

“Fuck me hard again,” he begs as I get his legs in place.  “Please.”

I eat his hole a little more.  I piss on his ass crack which makes him gasp.  He’s mine now to use.  I lick up some piss and push some into his hole.  I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.

I slow down.  “Popper up, before I breed you.”

“Yes, Sir.”  He does both nostrils and inhales through his mouth.

I fuck harder the moment the cap is back on.  “You want my load?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pick up more speed.  I can feel my balls tighten.

“Keep it in you,” I pant.  I am so damn close.

“All the way home,” he grunts out.

And I’m there.  I spurt into him again and again.

When I come down from my high, I grab his cock.  I jerk him, with me still filling his ass, rocking my softening dick in his cum filled hole.  He can hear my load squish.  He fires off an enormous amount of jizz—it covers his chest.  Splat after splat.  I mop some up with my hand and taste it.  I mop up more and make him clean my fingers…

Mission accomplished.

Evan's New Toy

 My Playroom—August, 2022

 

Evan, who lives out of state and drives in for a night of toy and fist play, wanted to return.  He was Mpx vaxxed, but had not had any play since.  I told him mine was scheduled but hadn’t happened yet.  Trusting each other, something I feel much more comfortable doing with my fisting friends than unknown men just wanting dick, we agreed on the day.  He would arrive late afternoon/evening on a Friday and we would play late into the night. 

As it turned out, he didn’t get here until the evening, so it was certainly a late-night session.  I was glad I had napped while I waited for his arrival…

 

I go into the playroom wearing a robe over my jock and boots.  Evan, fresh from the shower and naked but for a black jockstrap, is unpacking some toys he’s brought.  He lays them out on the single bed.  I hang my robe on the door knob and lean against the fuck bench and watch his naked ass.  My cock mounds beneath the fabric.  Evan is short and thin with a shaved head.  He is around my age and keeping in shape. 

He turns to me and his eyes go to my jock pouch.  “Let me suck that.”  He falls to his knees.  He takes a deep breath before pulling the cloth to one side and swallowing me down.  I erect the rest of the way deep in his throat.  He chokes and backs off.  He spits on my cock, moans and continues sucking me, taking two thirds of the shaft.

“Leave it good and wet.  I want to smear your spit on your hole.”

Evan climbs up onto the fuckbench.  I kneel and rim his freshly showered hole.  I stand up and swipe my spit laden cock down his ass crack.  I poke some just inside his pucker.  I go back to rimming and lubing my dick at the same time with some melted coconut oil. 

I stand up and work my way into his ass.  He tightens down on purpose.  But my cock head won’t be stopped.  I slide home, balls deep. 

He gasps.  “It’s been too long.  Fuck!”

I hold and begin the first fuck.  Slow and steady.  Deep, my full length on every stroke.  My pubes grind into his ass lips.  I pull out.

“Now taste your ass.”  I walk to the front of the bench.  He eagerly cleans me up, sucking all his juices off me.  “Get the balls, too.”  He follows directions and leaves them wet. I go right back to fucking him.  Harder.

I grab the eggheaded dildo and grease it up.  He has to open wider to take the head, but he does and it pops into place with a satisfying wet sound.  My cock is soon added.  I DP him with the toy and my dick.  And again, I have him clean me up.  I consider making him suck the toy clean, too, but decide to let it go.

I fuck him again—just my saliva covered cock now—no extra lube on this round.  He groans as I tell him this fact.  His cock is leaking through the jock pouch and dripping to the towel underneath the bench.  

 I pull out again.  He cleans.  I grab the speculum off the toy shelf.  I grease it up and slide it in.  I finger some of his precum into his gaping ass.

 

I often use this in the sling—so it feels very different as I slide my cock in with it with him on the bench.  I have always loved to fuck with the stainless-steel walls on either side of me.

Evan moans “So stretched out…” and then is lost in the sensation and just mumbles. 

I pull out and crank the medical device just a little wider.  It’s a new feel for both of us as I slide my cock back in. 

“Use my hole, man…Use me for your pleasure…

*

We have moved to the sling. 

I eat his wet hole.  I fuck it.  I pack it with the medium sized butt plug as I leave him for a moment to really look at the toys he brought.  I take a copper toned, long and slightly bent toy back to the sling with me.  He notices and says “It’s new.”

I nod, go to my knees and work the plug out of his hole.  I grease up my fists and spend a long time alternating my hands inside him before I grease the toy.  I leave my left hand in him and work the head of the toy in, so it slides across my palm that is buried inside him.  I do this repeatedly, letting him take a little more each time.  Then, it is just the toy—all the way to the thickest ripple before the base.

I pull my thickest black toy.  He’s ready for it now.  He takes all of it—just as if it were the smaller butt plug.

Another round of my hands.  I give him one hand and four fingers from the other hand repeatedly.  Always sliding smoothly into his hole.

I add the Ass Grommet over my cock.  It swells my girth to about the same size of a fist. 

I slap his jock pouch with it on, my cock head sticking out of the toy.  He looks up in the mirror and I see his eyes widen.  But he takes me easily.  He loves the stretch and that I can actually fuck with it on my cock.  I plow into him again and again…

*

We take a quick break, then it’s back in the sling for a little more cock and a lot more fisting. 

I grab the chain off the shelf unit.  I rest it just above the pouch of his jock so he can feel the weight of it.  I grease up the links and insert them.  One by one. 

And pull them out as slowly as I can.

I put them in him again.  And this time I fuck over the chain.  We both love the feel of this—I think for a moment I might shoot, but my orgasm quickly recedes.

Some more hand play. 

A repeat of his new toy.

It is now very late. 

Food sounds better than sex—as he has not had any for almost 12 hours.

We both call it a night and head up for the casserole I have left to warm in the oven….

A Taste of Things to Come

 

It’s been another travel day for me.  I am home.  Hooray! 

It is also the day a post should have been done, but after all those hours in the car, I am not going to sit here and do one. 

 

 But you do get a picture.  A taste of things to come/cum.  Evan, the man who loves my dick and my hand (and the two of them together) came for another visit in mid-August.  He even brought a new toy with him.

All will be detailed, next time, here at From My Side of the Sling.

"A Dream Come True"

 Jackson—August, 2022

 

I went to a bookstore one last time before I decided to back off until after my Mpx vaccination.  The count of cases in all my surrounding counties was still very low.  It was, perhaps, not the best decision, but now, weeks later, it has proved to be fine. 

I went to the venue where there are numerous screens for different types of porn and some secluded viewing areas.  I packed my lunch to eat later as I wanted to get there in time for lunch hour.

 

There are very few cars in the lot.  I pay and go into the lounge.  Two men are here.  One I recognize from previous visits.  I settle down in the small room with one of the two gay porn screens.  The movies here rarely change, but they are good enough to get me hard and stroking.  The man I recognize ambles in and sits.  He is my age with a handsome face and a terrific grey beard. We talk as I stroke and he gropes himself through his trousers.  I glance over at him as he tells me about a friend who blows him regularly—but who is away for the summer.  Soon enough we are exchanging oral.  Neither of us want to get off and we know it.  It’s pleasant and a good warm-up.  He zips up, telling me he is going down to the booths in the basement.

I have now been here around an hour—and suddenly I get the trifecta of cocksucking.  A bearded man of around 45 comes in.  He is still wearing his vest from the road construction project that is happening on the freeway just a mile from here.

“You suck?” he asks, with no lead up at all.

He’s hot as fuck.  I go to my knees as he unzips.  I take him in my mouth, still only semi-erect.  He hardens to a nice seven incher.  He’s on lunch break—I can taste the sweat of the morning and it’s a total aphrodisiac to me.  He moans and I think closes his eyes, the way he leans against the wall.  He gives me a load really fast.  He grunts something unintelligible and zips up.

Still on my knees (and with my tongue making sure there is no cum in my beard) I hear “That was hot.  Do me?”  I turn.  He’s a handsome bear, shaved head but incredibly hairy everywhere else.  He is in an A-shirt and shorts.  He sits in a chair as he drops his shorts to his ankles.  He’s commando.  His thick dick is hardening as I take him in my mouth, though I am still tasting the construction worker.  I suck a long time on this one—before he scoots down in the chair. I know what he needs.  My wet finger finds his hole.  I enter him easily.  He groans out encouragement and his cock swells.  I add a second finger.  They both begin to saw into him. 

“Fuck!”  Bam.  He shoots a huge load in my mouth. 

He pants out his thanks as he dresses. 

I reach for the chair seat to stand.

“Don’t get up.” 

This man must have been stroking during my sucking and finger fucking of the bear.  I had been too busy to notice him.  He is not remotely handsome. 

“I don’t want to waste my load.”  He steps toward me.  I am in heat now.  A load is a load.  He gets into my mouth just before he erupts. 

He sighs.  I swallow.

Three loads in less than 15 minutes…

*

I wait a little while but no else is around.  I go and eat my lunch in the car.  I think about leaving.  Could it really get hotter than what I just did?  But, of course, I go back in—I have seen a lot of men arrive as I sat there.

A large, younger Black man is in the gay area.  We nod to each other as I sit opposite him.  We both stroke.  I am just about to make my move to join him on the couch when a man his own age beats me to it.  I watch them exchange head.  Someone my age sucks me as I watch.  He stands up when he’s close—and gives me a load.  This excites the two men on the couch in front of me—and the Black guy shoots.

I get one more load from a man I can’t remember.

I am now ready to go home.

A man, 50’s and rather hairy sits next to me.  Soon we are trading blow jobs.  He is not great with his mouth.  To keep away from his teeth I am doing him more than I am letting him suck me.

“You ever shoot your load on a guy’s face?”

I grunt an affirmative around his dick in my mouth.  (And I have—but it’s been some time.)

“I love to watch those videos, but no one has ever done it to me.”

I grunt, deciding to go for it.  I stand up.  “Suck my dick.”  He does.  I wince and pull out, telling him to lick my balls instead.  He does that really well.

“You want my load?”

He moans a ‘yes’ as he keeps on licking my hairy nuts while I stroke.  I’m close now.  I’ll give him what he wants.

“You want my cum on your face?”

“Please…”

I stroke harder.

“Say the words.”

“Shoot all over my face.  Please…Sir.”

That does it.

“Take it, boy!”

And I erupt.  The first splash is on his tongue sticking out of his open mouth, the next on his nose, then his cheeks and the last on his neck.  He’s covered.  And his cock is drooling out his own load onto the floor.

“Jeez…” he groans.  “Thank you.  That was so hot.  A dream come true…”

A give him a spare napkin and am on my way out the door…