"You Keep Doing That and I'm Gonna..."

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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 26^th, you should.  It’s a fun one…

 

 

Wonderland Burlesque’s take on it all:

Wonderland Burlesque: The Blogger Police Are At It Again!

College Piss Boy Finally Gives Me His Ass

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"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…

Art in My Playroom (Part 4.3)

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"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..

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…

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.