Sunday, October 30, 2022
"You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..."
Saturday, October 29, 2022
That Extra Sensitive Content Warning
You must have noticed that there was not only the usual warning to get into this blog, but that the last post also asked a second time if you were ok with ‘sensitive content.’ I am not sure why Blogger decided to start doing this or if it will continue.
Wonderland Burlesque, a blog I follow, noted he and two
other gay themed blogs, had been targeted. He thought some reader had reported them. In my case, Blogger let me know that the
warning was added the moment I hit the publish button. I wrote Blogger but have heard nothing back.
The number of my readers was pretty much the same—so I
don’t think they were spooked off by one more ‘sensitive content’ button. I don’t know if it will continue. I will be curious if this piece, with absolutely
nothing sexual in it, will be flagged. Was
it the pictures? Or the words? I would guess there is now a program the
looks for certain words as I was informed so fast on publishing. The next sex post has no pictures, so we
shall see tomorrow.
The end of the blog?
I don’t think so.
Annoying?
Yes.
But I would rather click one more button (as I have to
if I check in on the blog on my phone) than have it taken down.
If you didn’t click through to the post on the 26th,
you should. It’s a fun one…
Wonderland Burlesque’s take on it all:
Wednesday, October 26, 2022
College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass
Sunday, October 23, 2022
"Swallow My Cum, Stud"
Jackson—September, 2022
I wanted a
change. It was Saturday, so I decided to
pack a lunch and go to the bookstore with in and out privileges and all those
viewing areas of different types of porn.
When I arrived, there were just a few cars in the parking lot. It was still before noon, I figured. And I didn’t really want to be in crowds of
men anyway. I parked and went in.
There is a new price
for the lounge. I have brought in exact change—so
I need to go back to the car for more. I
sigh—but go back, pay and go in. Well,
well. They have actually been working on
the place. The lounge, many years ago,
was a strip club. There have always been
remnants of that era: the stage, tables,
the restrooms—and you could tell that the gay movie area had once been their dressing room.
The various nooks
created around a wide screen television, each showing a different type of porn,
are gone. So is the stage. Three booths are there now—with gloryholes in
the back walls. Steps and a platform run
behind them for the men to climb up and be blown—with the sucker hidden in the
booth. A covered slurp ramp, if you
will. More makeshift cubicles are
opposite the booths. They are made of
cloth and have drapes you can close to give you privacy. The televisions are mounted around the end of
the room that used to be the Trans area.
Some are high on the walls, others are on tables. The best thing is that a gay and a straight screen
are side by side—so worried married men, who never went into the gay area, can
see what they want to see and no one else will know which screen they are
looking at. There are chairs and couches
to sit and view them all.
I continue my tour in
the other direction. I pass the unused glassed
walled shower where strippers once showed off.
It’s a storage space now. I pass
the men’s bathroom, no change there. The
women’s bathroom, always padlocked before, has become the gay lounge with new
sofas and chair and better porn. At the
end of the hall, the old gay space is now the Trans space. It has a couple of chairs and a doctor’s exam
table. Are folks really going to get
naked, climb on and get their heels in the stirrups? I can only hope that this crowd is brave
enough.
I sit in the new gay
area and stroke. I am soon joined by a
man I vaguely recognize. I figure out where
I know him from when he tells me that he missed seeing me at the gay campground
this year. He hauls out his cock, too.
We chat about the new playspace here.
He is not impressed.
Eventually we trade
blow jobs. He has a nice cock and an
adequate mouth. It’s all pleasant
friction, not explosive in the least. He’s
making a day of it, too, so he soon zips up and heads down to the arcade.
I hear movement in the
corridor. The swish of nylon rubbing
together. I look over at the open door
and soon see the cross dresser, who is always in a hot pink skirt, amble
by. She nods to me and goes to the new
Trans room. I stroke a little more, zip
up and see who else has arrived. It is
sparse in the new viewing area—one man groping himself to the new side by side
screens. I go up the steps and try to
feed my cock through the glory holes, even though I know no one is in the
booths. Two are too low for my long legs,
but the third feels comfortable. I make
a mental note for another day.
I go down the hall and
find the cross dresser sitting on the chair in the Trans room. Her pink skirt is around her waist and her sizable
cock is being sucked by an older blond guy with wavy hair. I stick my dick in her face. Her mouth is soon wet and slick with deep
throat saliva. I begin to face fuck. Demandingly.
She grunts out her pleasure. In
moments, she tenses up and blows her load into Wavy Hair’s mouth. He spits the cum on the floor.
They both take
off.
I stroke, back in the
gay area.
Lunch in my car.
I go back in. More men have arrived, but not many. A silver haired daddy is standing and
stroking to the side-by-side screens. He
had a thick, veiny dick. I sit near him,
hauling out my dick and begin stroking.
First, he looks at me and then away.
Then I do the same. Finally, he
moves another step towards me. “Do you
suck cock?”
I smile at him and go
to my knees. It’s a pleasure to suck
this beauty. He makes appreciative
grunts and holds onto my shoulders.
Suddenly his grip tightens. He
blasts a load straight into my throat.
Not a single shot on my tongue, until the final dribble. I clean him up. “I’d like to do that to you sometime,” he
murmurs. “If I ever feel brave enough.”
I smile at him again. And lick up the drop of cum that has just
appeared in his ample piss slit…
*
A man in his 40’s is
watching straight bondage porn on a small screen. He notices me looking at him. He suddenly gets up and mounts the steps
behind the glory hole booths. I can’t
believe it. I step into the booth. His cock is there, long and hooded with
foreskin. I sit on the little hassock provided
and suck his dick. He groans and seems
really into it. My tongue gets under his
hood and he moans. I think I have an
easy load.
But suddenly the main door
opens. No one entering can possibly see
him, but he freaks out. He pulls away,
zips up and all but runs out of the lounge…
*
In the gay room I find
a man in work clothes, stroking a thick cock.
It’s his semi parked out back. He
has a shaved head and is just a little younger than myself. He nods his head at me and spreads his legs,
inviting me to get to work. I kneel and
suck. He is a great precummer. And a moaner.
Every time I take him all the way down my throat he let’s me know how
good it fells.
He groans again and
looks down at my cock, twice the size of his.
He is fascinated. He reaches down
and touches me. “Let me suck that thing.”
I stand up. He takes me tentatively in his mouth. He figures out how to cover his teeth. I look down and his cock is rigid and dripping
even more precum. He groans—and I know
he’s going to blow. I am torn to keep my
dick in his mouth or to take his load.
He decides for
me. He pulls off me and pants: “Swallow
my cum, stud.” I go to my knees and am
able to get him in my mouth just in time for the explosion…
Friday, October 21, 2022
Art in My Playroom (Part 4.3)
Monday, October 17, 2022
"You Swallow, Man?"
Near Home—September, 2022
A good time at a particular
venue makes me want to go back for more.
I felt pretty comfortable at my habitual bookstore. I’d had a good time—so I went back on a
Friday night towards the end of the month…
I open the door of the
straight theatre. Two men instantly stop
the blowjob in progress, one desperately trying to zip up and the other to get
off his knees. I mutter a “Sorry” and
head next door to give them the privacy they seem to need. There are more men here, but they aren’t in
action. Yet. I sit along the side wall, as the cocksucker’s
chair is taken with a daddy who’s stroking. In the corner behind me stands a man my age groping
himself as he watches the guy to his side and the screen. I hear movement in the back corner, too,
behind the door where I came in.
I sit and open my
fly. As I erect, the guy in the cocksucker’s
chair strokes faster. The guy behind me
is emboldened to unzip. He has a nice
thin seven incher. He offers it to the
guy in the cocksucker’s chair who refuses it with a shake of his head. From the corner behind the door, out of my sight
from where I sit, I hear more shuffling feet.
The bald-headed guy from last time, who gave me a load though he never
got hard, emerges. He sees me and makes
right for me. His cock is out and
swinging. He stands in front of me and I
suck him as the other two watch. It
doesn’t take long. He erupts again,
never getting hard.
I look at Seven Incher. He is stroking faster to the live show, two
feet in front of him. He has greased his
dick with some baby oil, but I power through that and take his slender cock
repeatedly down my throat. He has an
awesome foreskin. My tongue is very
happy, working that massive hood back and forth in my mouth. He gives me a load fairly quickly and
leaves. The man in the cocksucker’s seat
is not too happy. He zips up and flounces
out, never having touched anyone else’s dick.
I stroke alone.
A cute, blond cub
comes in. He looks familiar. “Wanna fuck me this time?” he asks.
I do. And silently wonder why I wouldn’t have
before. He wants to go to the preview
booths so we can be alone. I zip up and
follow.
“Have you done any
more harvesting of loads?” he asks. Of
course, he was the kid that loved the idea of his load going into Dave’s ass.
I tell him I haven’t lately—and
I owe him a thank you fuck for the load I got to enjoy twice—once in my mouth
as he shot and again when I felched it out of Dave. I lock the door behind us as the Cub takes
off his pants.
He gives me some
excellent head.
“Remember my balls,” I
sigh.
He does—leaving them
wet and ready to fire.
I take a turn on his
short cock, but soon I rotate his hips with my free hand and dive into his
hairy ass crack. Fuck! He tastes quite wonderful—obviously recently
showered, but with the fresh sweat we’ve created during our play.
“You gonna fuck me
this time?”
“Oh, yeah,” I mutter,
still deep in his hairy crack. I come up
for air. “You want my raw cock inside
you?” I say, praying he is not a condom guy.
“Every inch.”
I get his hole wetter
yet. He leans forward, braced on the
seat. I stand up and slide in. He is so wet from my tongue and his own natural
juices. He takes my full length on the
first try. He groans and hits his poppers. With the cap back on, I begin to pump
him. His hand reaches for his cock. I fuck into him faster.
A mistake, for he
rears up and shoots all over the bench of the booth. He shudders and my arms wrap around his furry
chest and hold him up as he sags.
I pump a little more—but
he can’t take it, after he’s shot. He
apologizes, but I tell him it was worth it to finally get into his ass—and I’m
sure someone will take care of me tonight.
*
A lull.
I watch the gay video
and stroke.
A handsome Black man,
over 35 and under 50, comes in. He is
gym built underneath his work clothes.
Seeing my dick out, he sits opposite me and takes his out. He’s thick—plumped, but not hard.
“Are you a cock sucker?”
he asks.
“I can be…”
He gets up and brings
me his cock. His pants drop to his ankles. His aroma is over poweringly good—made from a
day’s work and the sweat from his balls.
His pubes are sparse, but super curly and stay close to his skin. As I keep licking his balls, my hand finds
his asshole. It brushes across it. His cock responds, hardening to seven plus
inches. Now there is a slight curve
upwards on his thick cock. I work my way
from balls to the shaft and oval big to take him down.
He sighs, “So
good. Suck me just like that.”
My finger grazes his
asshole again. His cock spews out a wad
of precum. My tongue swirls it over the
large head and I take him deep again.
The man grabs my ears
and fucks my face. He doesn’t even pause
as the door opens and some guy comes in.
He is reaching the point of no return.
“You swallow, man?”
I grunt an affirmative. My finger finds his pucker. It flares open and I stick my middle finger
into him.
“Shit, yes! Take my load, man. Take it!”
I have to swallow fast. It’s huge.
And doesn’t stop. Six or seven
blasts that coat my tongue. He lets me
clean him off. Perhaps because I have a
grip on his balls and won’t let go. I
get every drop off him before I release my hold. He squeezes my shoulder, zips up and goes.
“That was hot.” It’s the guy who came in. He is around my age, tall and thin. He has his dick out and has been stroking to
the blow job. “It looks like you need to
get off.”
I nod. He hands me his poppers. I know they will help me shoot in his mouth
so I huff them. He takes a hit himself. But he doesn’t go to his knees to do me—he sticks
his drooling cock into my surprised mouth.
He fucks my face.
“Here it comes. Argh!”
He shoots. He hangs onto my shoulders and does a shallow
pump into my mouth. The poppers do their
work on me. I erupt. Spurt after spurt..
Friday, October 14, 2022
Inspired By the Porn
Near Home—September, 2022
After Indy, I didn’t
have any sex for two full weeks. It was
not a reaction to what had happened with the last threeway, but simply what my
work schedule demanded. The day I got
home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load. I checked to see how my area of Michigan was
faring with the new health emergency. There
were no cases in my county. Not foolproof,
but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination
mature. I went to my usual bookstore—where
men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities.
The parking lot was
not crowded, but…
I check the straight
cinema, as I always do, first. No one. Of interest.
I go into the gay theatre. A
cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.
He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have
seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company. He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one
with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re
doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted.
I unbutton and pull
out my stiffening cock. The Cub takes
note. He gropes himself harder. Another man, just under my age, comes
in. He nods to the two of us and sits
across from me. I am at an angle against
the side wall so that both men can see me easily. The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger
than average cock. We stroke and
grope. Watching the movie. Watching each other.
A wonderfully messy
(and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen.
It is lapped up by the top. We
all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth
of the eager man he’s just fucked. This
makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock. The next scene on screen is a threeway. The Cub stands up and looks at me. I spread my legs. Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels
to the side. I think this will be an
awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong.
He is an expert cock sucker. He
takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on
purpose and comes up for air before doing it again.
Now he’s moved to my
balls with no urging from me. I
sigh. This guy is good. He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious. His tongue action is making me squirm. I would love to give him my load. But I’m not there yet.
Back to my cock head
he goes. His tongue roots around in my
piss slit. He moans each time he gets a
drop of precum. His mouth now covers the
whole helmet. Down he goes, choking
himself on my shaft. Over and over.
Finally, he stands up,
apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor. I turn to him and his drooling cock is right
at my eye level. I take it in my mouth.
“Oh, no! I’ll…”
He starts spurting
before he can even finish the sentence.
I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he
zips up and leaves.
“That was super hot.”
It’s the third man,
with the above average dick. He stands up
and comes over to me. I wait to see it
he wants to give or get or both. He
starts with his dick in my mouth. From
super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast. But the guy has jerked himself way too
much. He fires off his load in no time
at all.
He sighs contentedly and
lets me get every drop. He too zips up
and leaves.
I watch the movie,
glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone.
I hear the door. I make no move to cover my cock. A man, a little older than I, a regular,
comes in. His head is shaved and he is
in decent shape for older men around here.
His face lights up when he sees me.
“You’ve sucked me
before,” he chortles.
I nod. He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still
sit on the chair. Work as I might, he
never gets hard. But he is sighing as if
I am doing everything right. I hear the
door. It is a man who I often see him with—a
friend or boyfriend. I don’t care which,
for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth.
“Take it. Take my cum…”
And his flaccid cock spasms
in my mouth and gives me a huge load. Between
the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock
sucker. He chokes on my load, but manages
to swallows every drop…
Wednesday, October 12, 2022
My Penis Misbehaves
Indianapolis—September, 2022
At the top of the
month, I was packing to be away from home for two weeks. I had a contract that took me to western
Indiana. I always take more than I need,
but the car was finally packed and I was ready to go. I checked in with Keshawn. We had arranged that I would swing by his
place, have some fun, and I would go on to my final destination. I told
him my departure time and my estimated time of arrival. He told me he might have a friend drop by to
join us.
Great.
I drove south. Traffic was light—which was good as I was
really tired from the pack and the mental fretting about the next two weeks. I got to Keshawn’s in good time. I rummaged through my bag and took some
Viagra. Normally with him, the last
thing I need is any help with my erection but being as tired as I was—and my
head swimming with all that I had to accomplish in the next two weeks—it seemed
like a logical precaution to take.
I met his friend,
Scott—a big bear of a bottom. He was
tatted, funny and very fuckable. Keshawn
had let his hair and beard grow. We hugged. He asked if I’d brought the sling—but there
had been no room left for it in my packed car.
We chatted a little and took it to his bedroom, where the three of us
stripped.
Scott loved going back
and forth on our two big dicks. While he
was lying on the bed, slurping on Keshawn, I licked Keshawn’s ass crack—and then
did the same to Scott. I was rampant and
ready to go. I pushed into Scott—and lost
my erection. I pulled out and did some
more oral. It returned. I tried getting into Keshawn. I couldn’t.
My dick misbehaved the
entire time I was there. I had some
great moments of cock sucking, rimming and ass to mouth—and my cock responded
as it always does while I did those things—but it wilted the moment it was to
go inside an ass.
Keshawn eventually bred
Scott—and I had some fun felching the load.
Why even write about
this? Well, I made that pledge a dozen
years ago when I started this blog to tell the truth. It’s what happened.
It has not happened
again. I am sure it was that lethal
combo of age, exhaustion and my mind full of all the work that was to come.