Rudy's New Toys Get Us Off

 Jersey City—December, 2023

 

Once again, I traveled to New Jersey to see my brother and his partner for Christmas.  Last year I drove, but this year I was back to flying.  (Not an altogether happy choice, but I got there.)  I had scheduled a play session on the next day, before Rudy, my JC fuck-bud, flew off to see his parents.  I was excited.  It had been a full year, after all.

On the Thursday morning I got his text.  He was headed to the gym.  Would 3pm work?  It did.  I checked in again just before time.  Was he ready for me to walk over?  He was and in 10 minutes he buzzed me into his apartment building.  I went up in the old elevator and rang his doorbell…

 

We embrace.  He looks great.  His dirty blond hair is cut short.  There is a large smile on his handsome face. He is a very young-looking 50+.  The gym work shows on his trim body.  We chat.  I greet his cat and have a brief conversation with her, too.  She loves visitors—unlike my brother’s cat who runs and hides.  He gets me some water and we proceed to the bedroom as we catch up with each other.  We strip down.  I add my jock and get out the speculum which traveled with me—and is never used.  I tie up my boots, sitting on the bed, which is covered with a black play sheet.  The sling is over in the windowed alcove.  We are high enough we can see out, but no one is likely to see us fucking in it.

Rudy gets in the sling.  I go to my knees.  I eat his hole for a long time, still moist and steamy from his shower.  He groans—and slaps his dick head with his fingers so it won’t harden.  I finally stand up and enter him for the first time in a year.  His hole is wet and he squeezes down on me in welcome.  I do the pause while he hits the poppers—and I begin to plow.  Long strokes.  Nice and slow.  Loving the hot wetness of his ass.

With my cock still inside him, I grab his bottle of J-lube and coat my left hand.  My cock come out and my fingers go in.  Two, then three.  Now four.  And the thumb.  I turn my hand just a fraction and Rudy gasps.  I ease out of him and do it all again.

Dick.

Fist.

Dick.

Fist.

Now my fist is in place and I pull slightly back, so my palm is half out of his hole.  My cock head glides in, fucking through my fingers deep inside.  Rudy groans.  When I pull out this time, he asks for a break.

We chat on the bed.

Soon he is back in the sling.  I am working a dildo, which has spiral ridges on it, up him.  Smoothly. A little twist to help the insertion.  Literally screwing it in place.  Every inch of the large toy disappears.  I switch to something that is molded like a dog’s phallus with a pronounced knot at the base.  He takes the shaft easily.  I have to work on getting the knot into him.  But he does it.  And earns another break.

We sip our drinks and talk some more.  Soon he is sitting on my face, my head smashed into the pillow and my tongue deep in his worked-out hole.  I lick him out.  He grinds down on me.  I literally can’t breathe and I love it for as long as I can take it.  I push him up and off my mouth as I gasp for air.  Rudy gives me a moment, then sits on my mouth once again.  I eat and jerk myself.

He pulls off me.

 “Ride my cock,” I instruct.  He mounts me and takes me balls deep into his hot hole.  He goes into his own little world, babbling as he rides his Daddy’s cock.  I love hearing the wet squish of our bodies beating together.

“I want to suck you.”

He grabs a piece of stainless steel from the bed side table.  It is a Jennings mouth gag.  It is similar to a spider gag.  This is new to me.  I have never had a guy use one before.  He snaps it in place, so his mouth stays open.

He gives me instant deep throating with it in place.  It turns him into a suck machine.  He takes me to the root again and again.

Finally, he stops and removes it. 

“That was hot,” I tell him.

He rummages in his wardrobe and comes back to the bed with another toy.  A rosebud pump. 

He has full ass lips after the work out.  He wants me to see them more plumped up—and to taste them.  He sticks the plexiglass rod in his ass and holds the cylinder around his ass hole.  He begins to pump, manually.  His ass lips grow.  He releases the vacuum and lets me lick them.  I take his plumped lips completely into my mouth, reveling in the sensation as they return to normal size.

He does it again.  The moment the cylinder is released I lick and spit and suck on his ass.

And I know how I want to fuck next.  I tell him to get on the edge of the bed on all fours.  This time I pump his ass up, pumping until he tells me to stop.  The cylinder comes off and my raging cock goes into him, not my tongue.

I fuck him hard.  Rudy groans.

“On your back.”

Ruby flips for me, ass right on the edge of the bed.  He holds his legs, arms wrapped around his knees.

I pump him up one more time.  This time I grab a little pill bottle off the table.  It has two loads from tricks saved and some of his own jizz.

I stick my cock back between his swollen lips and pour the contents onto my shaft.  I fuck it into him—telling him just what I’m doing.

“Fuck me with all that cum,” he groans.

It feels terrific.  These guys were big shooters; my cock is still totally covered on every back stroke.  I pull out and lick up the escaping jizz.  I spit it right back into him.  I fuck it deeper.

The jizz fuck is going to take me go over the edge.  A few more strokes and I am there; holding still as my balls empty into him.  Mixing with the loads I fucked into him.

I hold in place a long time.  Letting every drop of cum drip into him.  Only then do I pull out.  I go down and felch the mixed loads.  It’s a struggle not to swallow—but I want to feed them to him.  I can feel Rudy jerking his cock.  I stand up and lean over him.  Our mouths meet and I let the loads drip out of my mouth and onto his tongue.  He spasms.  And gratefully swallows while it sounds like he is getting off.

We lay on top of each other for a long moment.  Luxuriating in what we’d just done.

I towel down a little before I go wash in the adjoining bathroom.

“Come here.” 

I come out and go over to the bed.  He is lying so his head is right at the end.  My balls fall into his mouth.  He jerks himself until more cum runs out of his tight balls…

Bookstore Cocks and a Surprise Ass

 Near Home—December, 2023

 

I went to the nearest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon, my only real free time before I left for my Christmas week in New Jersey with my brother.  I had more fun than I thought possible…

 

I pay my admission.  The cashier now knows me by name.  We chat about the holiday for a moment before I head into the straight theatre.  A white man is standing on the back wall, watching another slightly older white man, also standing against the wall, get sucked off.  The sucker is a f-bud from here—we often exchange blow jobs.  His dick is the same length and thickness as mine, but in ebony.  I go sit by the wall and turn to watch the action as I take out my cock.

The lone guy goes from kneading his bulge to unzipping.  He turns from the scene at his side and looks right at me.  Without hesitation, I get up and kneel in front of him. His cock is average, but the moment it touches my lips it is super hard.  It is very wet with all his precum.

The guy groans.  He stands stock still and lets me suck.  In just a few moments he groans again and gives me a mouthful of cum.  Almost instantly the guy being sucked by my f-bud cums, too.  I go back to my seat. 

The two spent men zip up and leave.  My f-bud comes over, swings a chair around and sits next to me.  “You have the magic touch, man.  That guy has been here for hours and wouldn’t let anyone near him.  Just watching and squeezing his dick through his pants.  You walk in and bam!”

I grin.  We chat a little, but he needs to leave before we can do anything.  I move to the cocksucker’s seat where he was sitting before.  Almost instantly the Voyeur arrives.  He strokes, standing by the wall, deciding if he wants some head from me.  Eventually he does, but I can tell he is just starting his time here and is not about to drop a load.  He goes out the door soon after, telling me he’ll look for when he’s ready.

I stroke alone.  But not for long.  Two men come in.  One comes right up to me, unzips and offers an uncut cock.  He starts soft, but hardens up in my mouth, with each flick of my tongue.  The other man sits in the row ahead of me.  The uncut guy gives me a rather bitter load, quite soon after he has reached his full hardness.  He is out the door, stuffing his wet cock into his Hanes.  He has no interest in letting me clean him up.

The man in front of me, now turns to look fully at me.  It’s the road worker who I had sucked along with the Voyeur (see Tables Turned).  He gets up and gives me this thick cock to suck.  I take him deep into my mouth, by beard rubbing on his fragrant balls.  Soon, I pull off his shaft and lick his balls.  They are sweaty from a morning’s work.  My cock drools as I tongue them.

“Work my dick, I want you to swallow my load again.”

It’s the first time he’s ever said anything to me.  I do as he asks.  In moments, I am treated to a thick, creamy load.  He stands stock still and lets me clean him up.  I get the final drip from his cock as he pats my shoulder and goes back to work on the Interstate—lunch break over.

I stroke with the taste of the man in my mouth for a bit, before I take a big swig of water to cleanse the palette. 

I stroke.

A guy comes in.  “Hello, Sir…” using my given name, after the title.

I look up.  It’s Jack, the temporary construction worker who had been living in this area—and who became such a pig in my playroom.  He had been transferred to a city too far to commute to see me.  But he’s back now.  And ravenous for dick.  He kneels and takes my wet cock into his mouth.  He groans around all the flesh in his throat, making it vibrate.  He licks and sucks and even remembers my balls.  He gives them as much time as he does the shaft of my cock.

The door opens.  A tall Mexican enters.  He’s under 30, tall, lean and with a smaller dick.  He likes my mouth (though he has never got off with me.)  He unzips and gives me a cock to suck as I am treated to Jack’s expert tongue. 

Soon, I pull Jack’s head up so he can lick the balls of the guy I’m sucking.  All three of us find this hot.  Soon I push the cock, with my tongue, into Jack’s eager mouth.  I go to the wet balls and lick those.  The young guy is really getting into being serviced by two dads. He moans and tells us to switch again.  We do. 

Often. 

Back and forth.

“I don’t want to shoot yet,” says the Mexican as he pulls aways from us.  Jack simply goes back to my dick as the young guy goes out the door.  I let him suck for a bit. 

Finally, he looks up.  “Nobody has fucked me the way you do.  Will you?”

I nod.

Jack stands and gets out of his shoes and his pants, kicking the sneakers under the seat and letting the pants fall next to me.  He bends, holding onto the back of the seat where the road worker had last sat.  I go to my knees.  My tongue runs up and down his ass crack, finally zeroing in on his hole.  Jack groans.  “Been too long,” he mumbles.

I make some sort of affirmative sound, with my tongue deep in his ass.  I spit and lick it out.  Again and again.  Jack is moaning now.  I have lubed my dick during the rimming and stand up.  I work his hole open with my cock head.  I part his full ass lips and slip into him.

Jack gasps and takes a hit of poppers.  I inch forward.  I pause until he relaxes.  His hole flowers open and I sink all the way in.  He squeezes down on me, by way of welcome.  I hear him take a second hit and I begin to fuck in earnest.

The door opens.  The young Mexican returns.  He stands to the side and watches.  “Let him suck your cock,” I tell him.

He shakes his head and continues to jerk to our fucking.  I pull out and have Jack clean my dick.  This actually shocks the Mexican—who leaves.  I go back to Jack’s ass and rim him briefly.  I want to fuck.  And I want to breed.

“You want my load?”

Jack grunts out a “Fuck, yes.”  He grabs his own thick cock and begins stroking it.  I increase the speed of my thrusts.  Jack is panting.  “Give it to me!”

I want to lick his ass one more time.  But my cock has other ideas.  It explodes at just the thought of a quick rim of Jack’s wet and hairy hole.  I grab Jack’s hips and hold on as my cock empties out.

“Oh, fuck…” Jack begins to shoot on the linoleum.  I stay in place, his ass squeezing me with every shot.

I slowly pull out.  Jack spins and cleans my cock of every last drop.

He pulls off me and all we can do is grin, totally lost in our own orgasmic bliss…

Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass

 My Playroom—December, 2023

Zane was due at my place after supper.  He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road.  I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped.  I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving.  My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night.

A few moments later he arrived.  We hugged.  We chatted.  I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car.  Soon enough, we were down in the playroom.  Zane was naked but for a once white jockstrap.  He knelt, unasked, in the middle of the room…

 

I close the door.  The space heater is on and the whirring sound fills the space, competing with the groans and moans coming from the porn on the television.

“Let me suck that cock.”  Zane looks right at me.  He is just past 30, hairy everywhere he should be and has let his beard become long. 

I toss my bathrobe at the chair next to the toy rack.  My mound of cock swells, contorting the fabric of the pouch.  I move so Zane can lean in and lick it.  He does, enjoying the taste and the smell of past sex.  He frees my balls and licks them.  For a long time.  My cock is so damn hard and he ignores it.  Finally, he untangles it from the pouch and takes it into his mouth. And down his throat.  I let him proceed at his own pace.

Suddenly he stands up.  We kiss.  Sharing the taste of my cock on his tongue.  He lifts my left arm above my head and proceeds to like my pit.  Every inch of it.  We kiss—sharing this taste, too.  Then the other.  And a kiss.  I do the same to his pits.  Though fresh from his shower, they still hold his natural smell.  We kiss once more.  Long and passionate.

“I really need to eat your ass.”

 Zane hops up on the fuck bench.  He arches his back and his hairy cheeks are spread and ready for me.  I kneel and dive in.  He grinds his damp ass crack against my face. I eat him out.  Hungrily. 

“Fuck me hard!”

I ignore him.  I can’t get enough of his butt.  I love having him here and all to myself.  I don’t have to share with an entire houseful of men.  Of course, eventually I do stand up, my cock lubed, ready and dripping precum.  I smear the bead of viscid liquid on his hole.  Zane moans and I push forward—entering his ass for the first time that night.  His head comes up—he watches me in the mirror in front of him as I glide all the way in.  I hold for a moment before I begin to fuck.  Without even consciously thinking about it, my hips begin to move.  My cock saws and in out of his hole.

I slow as he takes a hit of poppers.  The moment he replaces the cap, I am fucking him at full force.  Pounding into his ass.  Making him groan and gasp at the strength of my anal assault.  Just as suddenly, I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He licks me clean.  Ravenously.  I squat down and we kiss again.  Sharing the flavors of his wet ass.

I go back and lick his slightly gaping hole.  He groans, knowing that at any minute I will stand back up and fuck him every bit as hard…

*

I am in the sling.  Zane loves to rim his daddies.  He has licked and spit and done all the rimming tricks I did to him.  He now stands and leans across me.  We kiss again.  I love the taste of my ass as much as he does.  The kiss is long and his hardon grinds against my wet hole.

We change places.  I eat and then fuck him—rimming after each quick fuck.  His eyes are always on the mirror above him, watching my tongue or cock split him open.

“I really want to ride you.”

I help him out of the sling and lie down on the bed.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my balls again, leaving them even wetter.  Now a quick cock cleaning, lapping up any of his stray ass jizz.  He crawls up me, his furry chest rubbing against my all but hairless one.  We kiss again.  He reaches behind him and guides my rigid dick to his hole.  He pushes back, impaling himself on my cock.  He straightens up and begins to bounce.

“Oh, fuck, yeah….” he mumbles.

I look up at him.  His eyes are now closed, his face contorted.  I glance at the big mirror that runs alongside the bed.  I love seeing him fuck himself down on me.  Every bit as hard as I fucked him on the bench.

Suddenly, his eyes open and he’s back to reality.  He pulls off my cock.  He devours the wet flesh.  Once again, we kiss, sharing our bodies’ juices. 

When we come up for air, I say: “I have something for you.”

He looks at me inquiringly.  I tell him to hop in the sling while I go get it.  When I come back from the freezer, with the cum from the bookstore frozen in the condom, he is lying there, looking excited.

“Two loads from the bookstore…” 

I snip off the knot and peel the latex away from the frozen nugget of semen.  I describe the construction worker who likes his balls abused—so he can shoot big.  I talk about the Voyeur’s long thin cock and how, if he decides to have sex that day, he usually uses my mouth.  Zane trembles with the cold—but it slips into his ass easily.  My cock follows it.  I love how it has cooled his ass.  The head of my cock finds the melting chunk of cum deep inside him.  I fuck him, slowly.  Letting the cum wet his ass and my cock.  I pull my coated dick out of him and bring it up to him.

“Taste their loads.”  He does, cleaning every inch of my erection.  “Swallow them—I’ve already had them in my mouth.”

When my cock is cum free, I go back to his ass.  I lick the tiny trickle of semen dripping out of that slight gape.  I stand and sink into him.  I lean across his hairy body and feed him the semen I just licked up.  A slow dribble into his open mouth.

I fuck him hard.  Frothing the jizz around this hole as I pull out.  I bring my wet dick to his mouth again.  He cleans me up before I clean up the sticky mess clinging to his hairy ass.

“Rimseat.” 

I pull it out from where it sits and bring it next to the bed.  I go under and Zane sits on it.  His ass is wet, but I want the cum that’s still deep inside him.  I drill into him.  His ass opens—but I get no more than a couple of delicious drops of semen.  His ass won’t give it up.

I tap his thighs for him to rise.  “Back to the sling.”  He jumps in.  I stick my dick inside him.  “You wanted some piss in your ass—well here…” I leave it unfinished as my bladder empties into him.  “I’ll wash that damn cum out of you.”

My body take over.  I begin to fuck him, sloshing with every stroke.  I meant for him to sit on my face again, but my cock needs to shoot.  Now.  I am so close as I fuck in his piss hot hole.

“Give it to me!”  Zane knows just what’s happening.  I fuck a few more strokes and explode.  I grab the top of the sling frame for support.  Zane grabs his own dick and, in a few strokes, covers his furry abs and chest with his pearly white jizz…

Merry Christmas (and a little about J. C. Leyendecker)

 

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!

 Our Christmas image come to us from J. C. Leyendecker (1874-1951).  He was a prolific illustrator—for magazine covers, books and advertisements.  I first came to his work in trying to explain the meaning of a Cole Porter song to a friend.  The lyric in question was “I can’t imagine being bad, with any Arrow Collar ad….”  I pulled up illustrated ad after illustrated ad.  (see below)

 

Almost certainly gay, he lived with another man and was one of the most successful commercial artists of his day.  His drawings are incredibly homoerotic…

His work has appeared one other time here, on Thanksgiving, 2021.

Finding Cum for the Freezer

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Tables Turned

 Near Home—December, 2023

I needed my cock sucked.  I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick.  It was a Tuesday; a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed…

Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’

 

I walk into the straight theatre.  The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face.  I assume I have just interrupted a blow job in progress.  I sit on the side of the room and away from them.  I take out my cock.

The Voyeur sits down next to the guy, a man I’ve never seen before.  He is white, likely 50, maybe a little less.  The Voyeur whispers in his ear.  The guy stands up.  He is dressed in work clothes.  He could easily be one of the men doing the road work on the local Interstate.  The Voyeur stands and they move towards me.

“Suck our dicks.”

The Voyeur’s thin cock slaps my cheek.  It leaves some precum in my beard.  The Voyeur all but pulls me out of my seat and I go to my knees.  The Voyeur begins to fuck my face.  No warm up licking allowed.  He is in need.  He fucks, using only about two thirds of his length.  Then he pushes all of himself down my throat.  His last half inch makes me choke.

The other guy pulls me off The Voyeur.  And onto him.  My face is shoved into his hairy balls, fragrant from a morning’s work.  I lick them, thoroughly.  He lets me work up the thick shaft of his above average cock.  His head is drooling.  I lick him clean and take him into my mouth.  He groans.  He doesn’t fuck my face.  Yet.  He just let’s me get to know his sweaty dick.  The smell of him is making my own cock spew pre-cum.  It’s fresh sweat and wonderful.

Suddenly, I am pulled back onto The Voyeur.  This time he let’s me suck him at my own speed and using all the tricks of my tongue.  The road worker strokes his now wet cock, occasionally slapping my cheek with it.  I suck the Voyeur until he pushes me back onto the other dick.

This time the Road Worker fucks my face.  I have to oval big, but he’s not going to make me gag with his length.  My hand finds his wet balls.  I caress them as he fucks into my face.

“I’m going to shoot,” barks out The Voyeur.  I make it back onto the erupting dick just in time.  I get a mouthful of sperm and then he pushes deeper to let it drain straight down my throat.  I can feel when he’s no longer shooting and work him out of my throat and back into my mouth.  I get the last dribble on my tongue.  But The Voyeur is too sensitive for a clean up.  He pulls me off him and pushes me towards the other dick.  I briefly wonder if a load in my mouth will turn the other guy off.

It turns him on.  He fucks my mouth again.  When he pauses, I go for his balls.  I can’t get enough of them.  He jerks happily as I take each of the hairy orbs into my mouth.  I bend down and pull his balls up.  I lick the spot right behind them.  He stops stroking himself as he moans out his pleasure.

I go back to his dick.

“I’m gonna give you such a big load…” he mumbles. 

“Give it to him,” says The Voyeur, who has been doing up his pants while watching us.

I stop licking his balls and go back to sucking cock.  And it’s working.  The guy is close.  I feel him tense up.

“I’m gonna shoot.”

I don’t go anywhere.  I pick up the pace.

“Oh, fuck….”

And the guy is there.  He is shooting a massive load into my mouth.  The Voyeur always shoots big, but this guy has him beat.  He fires volley after volley of cum into my mouth.  It is thick, viscous and flavorful.  I have to swallow fast not to choke.

I feel The Voyeur pat my shoulder and I hear him leave as I get every last drop out of Road Worker.  He lets me clean his cock with my tongue.  He even lets me lick his balls, briefly, before I go back and get the last drop oozing out of his deflating cock.

“I needed that,” he says gruffly and shoves his package back into his boxer briefs.  He gives me a playful pat on the top of my head.  “You have a great dick,” he says as an afterthought.  “Hope you find some lucky guy.”

And he leaves.  I am still on my knees.  My head is swimming with what just happened.

The change of my plans was hot—and I had just swallowed two huge loads in my first eleven minutes. 

But it was not to continue.   Almost no one else was around.  No one sucked my cock.  A hot, long-haired man stroked to me stroking—but all he wanted to do was to heft the size of my dick and call me a “lucky fucker.”

As indeed I am…

Traveling--and a Reader Writes

 

Today I begin my travel to New Jersey.  While I am sitting in airports (and the dentist before I fly out of Michigan) I thought you deserved a hot photograph.

This was sent to me by a reader.  (He did not create it, but found it online).  He detailed a scenario that included me pissing all over him—but concentrating on his face and head.  He wrote really movingly about how much he needed to be used as a urinal. 

And if I ever get to Switzerland again, I’ll do just what he asks…

Here’s the photo—another picture that creates an entire world and story in one frame…

Twisting the Balls That Feed Me

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Truly Worth a Thousand Words

 

I needed to take a break from writing today.  I have published all my play sessions in November and, while I have some good sex to write about from December, I don’t have a lot of them. 

Once again, I am going to see my gay brother and his partner in New Jersey for the holidays.  And I do mean it in the plural.  During the week there it will be my birthday, the partner’s birthday, their wedding anniversary, oh, and Christmas.

 

I found this picture on a forum I belong to and where I republish the blog.  I love pictures that create a whole story in your mind—of what came before and what is about to happen.  This one does it for me.  I only wish I was there to help…

The Three Fucks of Braydon

 Near Home—November, 2023

 

It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more.  We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore.  It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon.  I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time.  Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates…

We find each other in the straight theatre.  I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  I’ve just gotten out my cock and am stroking.  There is one other man here, much more interested in the video than me.

Braydon comes in.  He stands next to me.  We chat.  He tells me he’s been here for an hour and it’s slow.  He goes to his knees and pushes mine wider apart.  I sit with my legs spread wide and sprawled.  He inhales deeply, his mouth hovering over my balls.  He moans very softly and surprises me by licking the hairy sack.  He goes deeper, under them, pulling them up by pulling my cock towards my chest.  He licks them until the hair on the wrinkly skin is dripping wet.  Only then does he work his tongue up the shaft of my cock.  He groans again as he licks up the drop of pre-cum off my cockhead.  He swallows me down—and then begins actually sucking my dick.

We have a voyeur.  The man who was watching the movie has moved back to watch.  He is white, a little older than me, but just about as tall and thin.  His dick is now out and he is stroking as he watches Braydon service my cock and then another round on my wet balls.

Braydon stops and looks up for me.  “I’m going next door and undress.  Come fuck me over there.”  I nod and he takes off.

The moment the door slams, the older man offers me his cock.  I nod and take him into my mouth.  He’s been stroking a lot, to the video and to us.  I get a mouthful of cum very fast.  I don’t swallow.  He zips up and I stand, covering my raging dick by holding my old winter coat in front of it. 

I go into the gay theatre.  Braydon is naked but for socks.  He kneels on a chair, the moment he sees that it’s me.  I move behind him, tossing my coat in another chair.  My cock flops down, grazing his ass crack.  Now I kneel, pull his ample butt cheeks apart and begin to smear the semen in my mouth all over his hole.

“Fuck…he groans.  “You’re doing it again.  Who’s cum is it?  That old guy’s?”

I make an affirmative grunt, prodding the creamy mess into Braydon’s pucker.

“Fill me.  Fuck me with that cum…”

I stand up and push my dick into his well-lubed ass.  I fuck him hard.  Deep, long strokes.  I hear the poppers open and he moans as they hit.  I slow down my drilling, making the strokes slow and deliberate.  I really want someone to walk in and give him a cock to suck, but it’s not to be.

Braydon finally asks for a break.  He gets dressed and goes hunting in the arcade.  I prefer the nastier porn in the straight theatre so I go back to the back row.  

Eventually he finds me there.  “This place is dead,” he groans as he sinks between my spread legs once more.  He swallows me down and gives me more head.  Once again when he’s had enough, he tells me to meet him next door.  I give him a few minutes before I head over.

There are two men here watching him shed his clothes.  The Black Voyeur with the long, thin cock strokes to the strip.  A middle-aged white man kneads his crotch as he sees Braydon toss his clothes on the chair.  Once Braydon is truly naked, I move behind him and bend him over.  He grabs the back of the chair.  The moment I start rimming Braydon, the other guy unzips and is stroking his cock, too.  I stand up.  My cock finds his still cummy hole.  I push in.

The guys stroke as I fuck.

“His mouth is available if you don’t want his ass,” I tell them.

Neither move.  I fuck harder.  Showing off the length of my dick with each stroke.

“Come closer,” I urge.  “Watch him take it.”

The Black Voyeur, who I know so well, stands up and moves around to Braydon’s head.  He doesn’t give him his cock, but he is stroking so close, Braydon must be able to smell his sweaty crotch.  The other man now moves over to Braydon’s side.

“If you don’t want to fuck him,” I whisper to the guy at his side, “cum on him. Cover him with your load.”

The words work.  The guy, in just a few more strokes, splatters Braydon’s back and hip.  He watches as I mop it up with my hand, pull out and coat my cock with it.  I fuck it into Braydon.

“You are a hot pig,” the Black Voyeur says as he strokes harder.  The other guy puts his cock away and watches for a long moment before taking off.  In a few more strokes, the Black Voyeur put his cock away, too, and goes next door.

I churn the loads for another moment—and then make Braydon clean my cock.  He does so, savoring the new load covering it.

Once again, we separate.  I stay in the gay theatre as the porn has improved.  Braydon roams the rest of the building.  He is soon back.  “Nobody else is here—at least that wants to play.”

He gets naked again.  He moves a chair in front of me and kneels on it.  “Eat my ass,” he pleads.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I rim and even felch a little of the two loads I have shove up him.  My cock drools.  I don’t waste it, I stand up and smear it on his ass lips, telling him just what I’m doing. 

Braydon groans.  “Stick it in me.”

I do.  And suddenly I’m fucking him again.  Hard.  With a purpose.  My balls are telling me to breed.  But each time I feel I’m close, the feeling recedes. 

I pause.  I go to the floor and eat the churned cum that is seeping out of his ass.  He moans and tells me he wants my load.  I stand up and fuck him again.  And I know I’m there.  My hips have a mind of their own.  I just keep pumping into him.

“Fuuuck!”

I begin to unload. I hold still and just let my balls empty.

“Every drop, Daddy.”  He squeezes down on me, milking my dick for all it’s worth. 

I stay in him a long time.  I don’t trust myself to move.

Finally, I do.  He demands my cock to clean—and I try, but it’s just too sensitive…