Finishing the Job

 Near Home—May, 2023

I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting.  Here is the first.  It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago…

 

It’s a Saturday afternoon.  The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus.  I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot.  I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre.  It takes me a moment to see there are several men here and I can sit in the back row—in the infamous cocksucker’s seat.  I sit—and unbutton.

I hear jerking in front of me.  It must be the older man with a very large bald patch.  His shoulders are shaking to the rhythm of his self-abuse.   Scattered around the room, three other men are kneading shorts or pants.  One looks at me—and not at the screen.  He is new to me, a big ex-footballer in build, Caucasian and wearing a ball cap.  He stands up and comes nearer.  He stands next to me.  Now I can see, in his face, that he’s older than I first thought.  Late 40’s or early 50’s.  He continues to grope himself as he watches me stroke. 

Finally, he leans down, close to my ear.  “Let me suck that thing.  Sir,” he adds as an afterthought.   

I simply spread my legs.

He goes to the floor and takes me deep, the very first moment.  He is a very experienced cocksucker.  I sigh and knead his shoulder as he goes to work.  Everything is right.   No teeth, great suction and a sloppy wet mouth with incredibly versatile tongue action.  At the five minute mark I tell him how good he is.  He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going.

The guy down front stands up and shoots all over the floor.  This makes the man on his knees start a repeated deep throat on me.  He is sure I am going to fire off at any minute.  There is a moment that I think I actually might.  But as soon as I think it—the tide of potential cum recedes.

Did he feel my cock head swell and then go back down?  He gets up, acting like he’s wasted his time.  I tell him again how good it was and that it takes me forever to get off anymore.  He grunts.  I suggest he check back later.  He goes out—letting the door slam.

I sigh.  The room empties out.

I do up my fly and go next door.  A burly Black man, who I see here all the time, is actually getting head.  He usually just strokes.  The man doing him is another regular.  I leave them to it, as they seem to have no interest in me joining.

I go back to the other theatre.  There is a new man, jerking.  He is all about the video.  The one time I catch his eye, I do the nod to his hard cock—does he want help?  He shakes his head and never glances at me or my dick again.

I wait for the good cock sucker to come back—but I never see him again.  The large Black man comes in.  He stands against the back wall and jerks—obviously and man with the beard did not get his load.  We make eye contact.  He shows off his cock, but seems to not want me to do anything with it.  He eyes mine—but just as bate fuel.

A very old man comes in.  He sits on the bench in front of me.  He pulls out his cock.  I can’t see it, but I can tell.  He jerks—looking only at the threeway on the screen.

The door opens again.  I pray it is my cocksucker—but no.  It is a man with a long hipster beard.  The hair on his head is cropped close.  He must be in his late 30’s.  He would look totally at home behind the counter in a trendy coffee shop.  Except he is kneading his crotch.  He watches me—and then the Black man against the wall next to me.  Back and forth—with an occasional break to watching the screen.

Finally, he unzips.  This makes the man against the wall jerk faster.  I actually slow down.  The three of us nod to each other—but neither man moves to me.  I start to get up—and the bearded boy instantly turns back to the screen.

We stroke.  And stroke.  We are now watching each other, not the movie.  I assume the two younger men are going to go for it.  I wait for one to go out the door and into the gay theatre so they can be in faux-privacy in the darkest corner behind the door.  And guess, what?  Bearded Boy shoves his regulation sized cock back in his pants and goes out.  The man on the wall does the same. 

I stroke.  I hear the gay theatre door open through the adjoining wall. 

I wait. 

I do myself up and go over. 

The Black man is nowhere to be seen.  Bearded Boy is stroking more openly to the anal sex on the screen here.  He nods to me again.  And at that moment, the man I think of as the Cock Kisser moves into my line of vision and to his knees to ‘suck’ Bearded Boy.  The guy is a horrible sucker—I know from years of him thinking his ‘kisses’ are going to get me off, with just my cock head in his mouth. 

I go back to the straight theatre and stand to the side so I can watch the guy who was in front of me jerk.  Finally, I sit back behind him.

I hear the door open and close next door.  I go back.  Bearded Boy is still there, his pants done up.  We nod again.

“He get you off?”

Bearded Boy shakes his head.

“Let me do it right.”

I go to my knees and he unzips.

He sighs the moment my lips and tongue envelop him.

I suck.

I tongue his balls, eliciting another groan.

“You swallow?”

I grunt a ‘yes’ and he gives me the size load most young men shoot…

He thanks me profusely—finding his tongue after his orgasm.  I have my left hand around his nuts, holding him in place so I can clean his cock.  He thanks me again as I finally release him.

He leaves.  I do one more check.  Now both theatres are empty—and looking out the front door, I see the only cars in the lot are the clerks and mine…

So much for dropping that load…

Notes from FP

 

So, here I am at IML—and it is going very nicely indeed.  You shall hear all about it soon. 

Have you noticed I have closed the gap in reporting time?  When I was working more steadily, there was a 6 to 8 week lag from having the sex to reporting it.  I would stop the regular local exploits so as to do the leather weekends faster.  Well, as of today, I am writing up things that happened just a few weeks ago.  In fact, with the pause necessitated from coming home from CLAW, I am at just 12 days between the doing to sitting down and recording it.  I will be soon be stopping mid-fuck to write about it, if I’m not careful…

I have stepped up publishing this spring.  I will try to keep to an every-other-day schedule instead of every three days.  I don’t know if I can maintain it, but I will try.  This, in part, is because for the first time in eleven years of writing this blog, my daily number of readers is down.  I don’t know if people have just moved on, or they are tired of me writing posts that are too similar (though that is who I am) or are busier, or just what is happening.  Is Blogger, with all the other hassles, under reporting so I’ll stop??

I have never expected to be read by a huge number of people.  The kind of sex I have is not for everyone.  But before, my numbers had been good and were always growing.  Not lately.  I still have very, very good days—and then three or four days that are 25% less of what I had set as an arbitrary daily goal.  

Right now, though, this will not make me stop any time soon…

*

I am headed to another big event this June.  I will only say that much, right now.  I am just finalizing plans for it.  Stay tuned…

*

Finally, I am publishing a comment here as the reader wrote it on quite an old post—a review of my first professional porn, Jayson’s MAL Barebang:

“In my Top 5 favorite porn films of all time (personally). I showed this movie at sex party and everyone kept talking about how sexy and confident your aura was and how you dominated Jayson Park. I only wish I could’ve tasted your cock after pulling out of Jayson’s cummy hole.” 

 

Thank you, Lyle, for the kind words!  That was nice to hear!!

Rock Begs for All the Loads

 My Playroom—May, 2023

 

{If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.}

 

Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned.  He was still eager and was hitting the road soon.  I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself.  The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him.  The cum filled condoms were nestled in a dish with ice, still in the freezer.  I was ready.

He arrived right on time.  I left him in the playroom to strip down and went back up to my room to add the jock (slowly going from pristine to well-used) and boots.  As I opened the door, he was naked and kneeling at the base of the sling…

 

I take a moment just to look at him.  He is mid-twenties, tall, slightly thick—a true cub.   His legs are hairy, his chest is hairy, as is his face—and most importantly for me—his ass.  I toss my robe on top of his clothes which are piled on the chair behind the door.  The television has some good Dick Wadd piss porn playing. My cock, just looking at him, is plumping in my jock.  I walk over to him.  I can feel his hot breath on the pouch.  He inhales, enjoying the aroma.  His tongue snakes out and he begins to lick the textured fabric.  My cock swells.  I have to free it.  Instantly, Rock takes me into his mouth.  He suckles my flared cock head, his tongue working into my large piss slit.  He groans—making my cock throb.  I let him set his own pace as he begins to suck in earnest.  He continually takes me three quarters of the way down and around every fifth time, sucks me to the root.  After a few more partial deep throats, he gags as he bottoms out with me.  He pulls off me for just a moment, recovers and, just as enthusiastically, sucks me down to the root again.

“Up on the bench.  I need to taste your hole.”

He gets settled.  I retrieve his poppers from the pocket of his shorts on the chair and hand them to him.  He takes a hit as I kneel.  I bury my face in that full, hairy cleft.  He reaches back and pull his left cheek open so I can go even deeper with my invading tongue.  I spit and push it as deep as I can, all while lubing my cock with coconut oil.

I stand.  My cock slaps his hole with a wet splat.  I push in.  Slowly.  Rock moans out “Fuck me good, Daddy.”  I try to push in slowly, but his ass wants me all the way in.  I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his flesh.  He sighs in satisfaction.  I hold for a moment and then begin to fuck.  He groans again—and poppers up.  I do a well-controlled fuck, pull out and taste his hole again.  I go back up him—and this time build to a rapid and hard pace.  I pull out and instantly bring my wet cock to his handsome face. 

“Love ATM,” he groans, his eyes shining as he proceeds to clean my cock.

I go back to his ass.  I piss his crack and lick it up—making sure it is pale enough for play.  It is—and delicious.  I shoot a little more on his hole, tongue it off him and fuck him again.  After he cleans me a second time, I move to the bed.  I sit—and tell him to come lick my balls.  He kneels on the rimseat mat and does just that.  I encourage him to work down my perineum and dig his tongue between my balls and the cock ring.  He is a very good boy and does just what he’s told.  His tongue is great—wide and thick.  You can tell he is doing it because he loves it—not because he feels he should.  I reward him by telling him to go get in the sling.

Rock has his ankles in the stirrups before I get over there.  I kneel and eat his hole.  I stand and send a shower of piss all over his hard cock and balls and then up to his chest, where it clings to his chest hair.  I begin to lick it up, leaning across him, savoring the smell and taste of my piss mingling with his sweat.  I let my cock slide into him and I begin sucking/licking his piss-soaked nipples.  I bring some up to his mouth and we kiss.  Deeply.  Tongues exploring.

Eventually, I break the kiss, straighten up and begin to fuck him properly.  His hole is now super wet from so many things:  oil, pre-cum, his ass slime, piss.  It makes for a wonderful lube.  He approves when I bring it up for his mouth to taste it.

“Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you,” I tell him as he cleans my cock, for the first time here in the sling.

I fuck him again.

He cleans me.

I almost go to my knees again, but realize I want more.   “I want you on the rimseat.”  I lie down under it and close the seat down.  Before he sits, I tell him he can choose to ride my cock anytime he wants to, to just do it as my mouth will be plastered on his hole.  He sits.  And his pucker is spread by the seat.  I am suddenly able to get my tongue so much deeper into him.  I rim and snort and sigh and lick some more.

He does, after a bit, stand and rides my cock.  Not for long.  Just enough to get his ass juices pumping again.  He slides off my dick and settles back down on the seat.  “Eat me, Daddy.”

I can hear him open his poppers as I lick him out.  He groans and tells me how good it feels.  I lick up all the new juices his ass has just churned out, trying to lube itself in protection.  Suddenly, I know it’s time.  I tap the underside of his thighs—the signal to stand up.

He does and helps me get up, too.  I tell him to hop back in the sling as I go up to the freezer.  I come back—a tray full of frozen spunk.

“I have some loads for you I collected at the bookstore.  You want them up your ass?”

“Yes, Sir.  Please.”

I take the smallest one.  It is the load I got in my mouth after fucking Kyle.  And a load of mine mixed with it—which I shot when I got home.  I tell him about the chunky man I sucked for it as I cut the knot on the condom, turn it inside out and slide the nugget of frozen cum into him.

Then the next.  The young guy, the older white man and the Black guy—their combined jizz making a big lump of frozen cum.

Snip, peel and push into his warm hole.

Now the third condom is held up.  The man from India, the hung guy, traces of two others and the man who shot his load on my palm.

“They’re in your hole.  Melting.  Guys you don’t know at all…”

He is beating his cock like crazy.  “Fuck them deeper.  Please!”

My cock pushes into the now cool hole.  The lumps are melting fast.  I can feel them coat my dick and his ass walls.   I begin to pump slowly.  The sound of the cum churning is filling the small playroom.  With a groan, Rock keeps beating his ample cock—and it goes off.  All over his hairy belly. 

I scoop it up and smear it on my cock.  I fuck his load into his ass, too.

“Can I keep fucking?” I ask, hoping he is not one of those guys who shut down after they unload.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.  “Fuck those loads deep into me.

I fuck for a long time before I bring my cummy cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off.  We kiss, the remnants of the eight, no, nine mixed loads still on his tongue.  I go back to his hole, lick up the escaping cum and then churn what’s left in him.  It’s a lot.  It still makes wonderfully squishy sounds as we rut.

I could keep going forever, it feels so good.  But we need to bring this scene to an end.  “I am going to piss in your ass.  You will sit on my face and feed me the mix of piss and the remaining jizz.  Yes?”

“Fuck yes!”

I get him out of the sling and have him lean on the bench.

I slide in.  I am not sure how full my bladder is after all the other pissing.  I have some, I know—but I just keep going.  I can’t stop pissing.  When I finally do, he squeezes his hole shut while I get under the seat.  He sits.  My tongues pokes into him.  I get a trickle.  I do it again.  The floodgates open.  I am deluged with the mix of piss and cum.  I can’t swallow fast enough.  Some splashes out of my mouth.  But I get most of the delicious mix.  I know myself well enough not to touch my dick while I swallow and revel at all those loads in my mouth once again.

Once there is nothing left in him, I order Rock back in the sling.

“I want to see your face as I breed you.”

Once there I slide into the hole that has given me so much pleasure today.  I am on the edge.  Instantly.  A few strokes and I am giving him a fresh load to take home with him.  I spurt again and again, deep into Rock’s very essence…

More and More

 Near Home—May, 2023

 

Rock was due in the playroom on Sunday.  I had cum collected for him on Thursday afternoon.  I spent Friday in a state of feeling that I could erect with the least possible hint of something sexual—or maybe even with a stiff breeze.  Saturday dawned and I awoke with a massive erection.  I thought about wanking (and saving the load for Rock) but by lunch time, I knew I needed to go back to the bookstore.  I wanted that hot, young ass of his overflowing…

 

I am in the same chair along the side wall of the straight theatre—and the same scene, with different men starts me off.  A young white daddy is jerking to the left of me.  He has brought a massive bottle of lube with him.  He sees my dick and instantly comes over to suck me.  A young man from India, who I had noticed along the back wall as I came in, is suddenly in front of me.  He is on his early thirties, with very black hair—everywhere. He stands in to the side of the man on his knees and offers me his dick to suck.  It is a runner up for the smallest dick I have ever had in my mouth—but his balls are huge.  And he gives me a big, sweet load in no time at all.  I have a new condom with me and spit load into it. This makes the Dad on my dick uncomfortable enough that he stops sucking me.

But there is another white guy, at the back who, as I stand to leave, deliberately stands up and unzips—his eyes locked on me.  He is tall and thin, and he pulls a cock out which is almost as big as mine.  His stance is wide—all but daring me to cum suck him.  I go to the back.  I kneel and instantly he begins to fuck my face.

“Take it, cocksucker,” he grunts softly.

It doesn’t take much more for a second big load to be shot in my mouth.  I have to fight to pull back enough to keep the load from not going straight down my throat.  He finally registers that I want to taste it—and stops thrusting as he spurts.  He isn’t as sweet, but there is even more cum.  I clean him up and wait for him to leave before I add his load to the condom.

“You like dick?”

I turn, still on my knees.  A younger, late 30-ish, Mexican is standing near me.  He is nicely built and his crotch is tented.  He unzips and I quickly get the condom into my shirt pocket.  I suck him for a long time.  He fucks my face a little, too.  He is a copious pre-cummer but he can never quite get over the edge.  When he moves on, I add his juices to the condom.

I am now alone in the straight theatre.  I jerk.  I go over to the gay side.  No one is there.  Everyone seems to be in the arcade—a place I never go, as I hate the cramped booths.  I walk back and watch the straight film—as it is a squirt video and I can still taste Kyle’s, if I think hard enough…

*

Maybe ten minutes have passed.  Two men have come in.  They sit away from me and from each other.  They are gropers, not strokers.  A young man in a mask now enters.  I think I know him, but it’s hard to tell.  He is mixed race and looks to be just reaching his 30’s.  He is tall and willowy, and if it is the guy who I think it is, has a long, slender dick.  He hangs out by the door; looking at the screen, looking at the other guys, looking at me.  In rotation.

Soon he unzips and pulls out his snake of a dick.  It’s him.  He strokes now—to the screen, to the other guys, to me.  A lot to me.  I wave him over, but he shakes his head before looking pointedly at the two men in the other seats.

I stroke, turned more in his direction. 

One of the guys down front leaves.  The young guy moves to the back wall, closer to me.  I, wordlessly offer to suck him.  He shakes his head.

We stroke.

The other man leaves.  The moment the door is closed, his mask is tucked under his chin and he is on my cock.  He is sucking me like he hasn’t had a dick for months.  And, not really knowing him, maybe that’s true.  He pulls off me, sighs and buries his face in my ball sack.  He inhales, sighs again and begins to lick.

The door groans open.  I am prepared for my man to stop and try to look innocent.  I am pleased he’s beyond that now.   The middle-aged white guy comes in and parks himself next to us, leaning against the wall.  He opens his fly and strokes standard sized prick as he watches us.  My sucker goes back to my cock.  He spends a long time on it.  He even shows off for the onlooker.  I volunteer to suck the guy watching, but he thanks me and says he just jerks.

The young guy pulls up and off my dripping dick.  Even his young knees find the floor hard.  He sits next to me.  We reverse.  I go to the floor and suck him.  His fingers play idly with my ears and make patterns in my closely cropped hair. 

The man on the wall is jerking faster now.

I take a break and sit down on the bench, back where I started and next to my playmate.

“I’m gonna shoot.”  The guy on the wall is jerking like mad.

I put out my hand to catch his sperm, deliberately far enough away so it doesn’t look like I am trying to touch him.  He gives me four or five nice spurts into my cupped palm.  Once he’s spent, I lick it up and spit his jizz into the condom.  Surprisingly, my seat mate grabs my shiny hand and licks it totally clean.

The guy leaves.  I tell the masked guy about the condom and my plan for tomorrow.  He is visibly excited by it, and says he wants to help.  But try as we might, neither of us can get the other off with the small time he has left to play.

I go home with another very full condom.  I can’t wait to see the look on Rock’s face as the frozen loads go into him tomorrow…

Hunting Cum for Rock

 

Near Home—May, 2023

Sometime after CLAW I heard from Rock, the young man I’d met on the fisting site, but our play been all about cock, cum and piss.  He now wanted more of all that.  Was I available?  We set the date, both of us excited to see each other again.

Rock’s arrival was in a week’s time.   I remembered him telling me he was open to other men using him as I directed.  I knew that wasn’t going to be easy to arrange, but I thought I might do the next best thing.  I got into my bookstore clothes and set out to harvest some cum for Rock’s hole…

 

It’s a busy Thursday afternoon.  I sit against the wall, a little closer to the screen than I’d prefer.  I am right across the aisle from a daddy who is stroking.  He nods to me and I to him.  In moments, he gets up and makes himself at home between my boots.  His skills are a good warm-up.  I feel movement at my shoulder.  I turn slightly and there’s a hard cock on a man in his 70’s.  I suck it for him.  This makes the man giving me head do a better job—he seems to love that we are causing a scene for the other men watching.

The man in my mouth keeps wilting.  The guy strokes himself back to hardness and lets me suck some more.  Until it happens for a third time.  Now he just strokes and watches my dick being serviced.  The Dad on my cock is jerking himself like mad. He looks up at me—with eyes that are pleading for my load.  I have been here maybe six minutes—he obviously doesn’t know me. 

He stands up.  I lean in and taste his cock.  But he’s not about that.  He goes back to his seat and strokes out a load all over the floor.  What a waste…

The two men both leave together.  Did they know each other?  Were they partners?

I watch the video.

I feel movement again to my side.  This man is young, early 30’s, jet black hair.  He looks at my dick and nods.  I nod, too, spreading my knees apart. He leans down.  “Not here,” he hisses in my ear.  “Booth.”  He turns and leaves.  I do up my pants, cramming my erection under the button fly, and follow.  He’s waiting at the doors of the unoccupied preview booths.  We go into the middle one.  He tells me his name and asks mine.  I tell him as I really get a good look at him.  He’s hot.  Perhaps Arab, perhaps a mix of races, but his skin is a rich cinnamon color.  His black hair is shaved on one side of his head and long enough to curl on the other side.  He has an entire sleeve of tats on his left arm.

And he’s on his knees—unbuttoning my fly.

My hard cock falls out of my pants and slaps him in the face.  “Big…” he mumbles and takes me into his mouth.  He’s terrific.  I’d thought the first guy was fine, but this blow job is what they are supposed to be.  Wet and varied.  Great suction.  Lapping balls.  Inhaling my scent.  And it’s making him cock crazy, so he has to beat his own as he works on me.  He moans often as he sucks.  The vibration around my shaft feels great as he does it.  I am afraid he’s going to get off before I’m even close.

I change things up.  I hold his head and fuck his face very slowly.  This makes him pant. I begin to increase the speed of the thrust.  He groans.  Is he cumming?  I slow down, pull out and slap my wet cock on his handsome face.

“Hot,” he growls.  “You wanna cum?”

I tell him I can’t quite yet.  We agree to look for each other later, but I never see him again…

*

The crowd has thinned.  I have had no other action.  And barely a man in my mouth.

I hear a man behind me unzip.  I am just about to make eye contact with him as the door opens.  A very young man enters.  White, very short, but nicely athletic.  He looks familiar but I can’t place him.  He sits across from me and unzips instantly.  It’s not a big dick—but one that fits his body type.

We stroke.  And it hits me.  Of course, the young man is the guy who was jerking off on the tits of the woman in that bi-sexual scene I was involved in here.  I had felt his ass up to make him cum.

He gets up and comes to sit next to me.

“Hey,” he whispers, “I remember that gorgeous dick.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I suck it?”

I nod.  He goes to the floor and crawls between my legs.  His mouth is so much smaller than the guy in the booth.  But he makes it work.  He comes up for air quickly, standing up to kiss me.  I taste my leaking cock on his tongue and then lean down to take his cock into my mouth.  He groans out his pleasure, then pulls out and sits on the bench next to me.  I go to the floor and suck him some more.

“I shoot fast, if you aren’t careful.”

I nod and go for his balls, giving his cock time to desensitize.  But the man behind us has stood up.  It’s the slim, always well-dressed man around my age.  He steps forward and offers his long and thin cock to the seated young man.  I go back to his dick.  He’s now in the same position I was in earlier, one in and one on, but with men who have more skills.  In moments the young man shoots a massive load in my mouth.  He gasps, unable to continue sucking.  He thanks us and leaves quickly.  I turn away and drool all his cum into a condom.

“That was hot,” says my acquaintance. “Finish me off?”

I go to my knees again and in very little time I have a second load for the condom.

He pats me on the shoulder and heads out the door.

No one else is around.  I start for my car.  A larger Black man is just getting out of his car.  He sees me and smiles and nods.  I know him.  He loves my mouth.  I turn and follow him back into the straight theatre.  I sit at the back—he sits in the chair I started the evening in—but he has moved it so he is facing the side wall, not the screen.  I nod the question.

His answer is to unzip.  It’s not a huge cock—but long.  The tip has a slight curve to it.

“I haven’t cum in a week,” he whispers.

It takes me no time at all to make him spew that large load into my mouth.

He watches me spit his cum into a condom with other jizz.

“For a friend’s ass,” I tell him.

“You are a naughty, naughty man,” he whispers as he checks his cock—but I have cleaned him so thoroughly, he just puts it away without wiping it down and leaves me tying a knot in the condom…

*

 

A link to Rock’s first visit is Here.

A link to the young man and the Bi-couple is Here.

FP as a Younger Pig...More Pictures From Before the Blog

 Here is another edition of older pictures, culled from an old email account—both taken before I started the blog.

I know that this one was at a monthly play party I was going to in the middle 2000’s.  The man in the sling was gorgeous and all top, until my cock showed up…

 

And here I am, doing one of the things I do best around the same time…

 

Have a happy weekend—as I begin to think about IML next week.

Kyle Needs It Long and Hard

 Jackson—May, 2023

I got a text from Kyle, the Transman I have occasionally played with at the newly redesigned bookstore.  He was horny.  His texts, usually very succinct, were all about cock and cum and getting railed.  We talked about a date at my playroom, but it was obvious that more men would be better than just me.  As it is about halfway for both of us, we set a lunch time meet at the bookstore...

 

I get there first.  I don’t see his car in the lot.  But there is no waiting for the other guy with us—we both love to do some warm up play with others first.  I go in.  The lounge is busy.  I take the tour.  One of the glory hole booths is closed off and two of the curtained cabanas.  I see some head being given in the more private room near the restroom.  I go back to the main cluster of screens, open my fly and stroke myself hard.  I have two men circling me almost immediately.  A daddy, significantly older than myself, moves in from behind the couch I am sitting on.  He reaches across and grabs my cock.  His grip is like a vice and his hand is anything but smooth.  He sticks a tongue in my ear.  I squirm, but not in pleasure.  He is hurting me, and I tell him to ease up on his grip.  Instead of doing that—he huffs off to find someone else.

I let the other man suck me.  He does so, enthusiastically.  So much so he gets himself off.

I wander into the trans porn room.  A handsome man, around my age, but built much thicker, is stroking a beer can of a dick.  We nod to each other as I sit in the only other chair.  He glances over at me.

“Damn, that would feel good in my ass.”

“Thanks.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I could even take it.”

I smile.

He reacts to that by standing up and dropping his pants to his ankles.  It’s a meaty, hairy ass.  He bends to show it off to me.  My response is to go to my knees and stick my tongue in it.  He groans.  I get his tight pucker good and wet.

“Stick just the head in me…”

I keep rimming him.

“Please.”

I stand up.  His hole has opened nicely.  Maybe he takes dick more often than I thought.  I push my flared head against him and it pops in.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I am in him, deep, my full bush scraping against his hairy butt cheeks.  I hold.  And then begin to fuck.

He groans again and strokes his cock in rhythm to my thrusts.

And suddenly: “Pull out.  I don’t want to shoot.”

I do.  He spins around and sucks my dick for a fleeting moment.  Then pulls up his pants and leaves the lounge, zipping up as he shoulders the door open…

*

Still no Kyle. 

I get some expert head from a short man.  He is around my age, with a great beard.  He pulls me into one of the curtained cabanas.  “I can’t do it with a others watching,” he murmurs.  I inwardly sigh, but his skills make up for being in a black void.  He is on his knees, with me standing over him.  He does it all really well—suction, tongue action, wetness—and communicates just how happy he is doing it.  I ruffle the hair on his head and sigh contentedly.

I am standing so I can see over the curtain rod.  I hear the main door open and peer out.  Kyle has arrived.  I let the man on his knees continue for a bit, for Kyle has latched on to a trucker type and is leading him out of my line of vision.  I finally touch the guy’s shoulder and tell him I need to take a break.  He sees me headed towards Kyle.  He tells me he knows him—and tags along. 

Kyle is bent over a chair with the trucker’s dick in his mouth.  I walk over and playfully swat the full ass that is in the air.  Kyle groans around the dick.  He reaches down and undoes his belt, never stopping the sucking of the man.  I pull the cargo shorts down and expose his ass.  I go to my knees and begin exploring with my tongue.

The guy who gave me head is standing to the side and opens his pants.  He pulls out a nice sized cock.  This is suddenly too much for the original guy in Kyle’s mouth.  He groans.  I can’t tell if he’s shot—but he pulls out of Kyle and leaves.  My bearded cock sucker is right there to give Kyle a new dick to suck.  I lick Kyle’s ass as my left hand finds his T-cock.  I stroke and lick before standing up and sliding into Kyle’s front hole.  Kyle groans around the new cock in his mouth.  My cocksucker smiles as he watches the dick he’d just sucked fuck into Kyle.  Over and over.

The angle here is hard on all of us as the chair is quite low to the ground.  We break and head for the medical exam table.  The bearded guy starts to go with us, and then thinks better of it.  He takes off for more cocks he can suck down in the arcade.  In the room, Kyle ditches his clothes in a pile on the floor.  I adjust the height of the table.  Kyle clambers up and I sink down between his legs. 

I spend a long time licking his hairy ass, his front hole and T-cock.  He groans and tells me I am being such a good daddy.  This makes my cock ooze, so I stand up and stick it inside him.

“Fuck that hole,” he groans.

There are two men at the doorway to this room, but neither come in.  I am fucking hard now.  Kyle reaches down, brushes his T-cock and squirts over my cock.  I pull out and go down to lick it up.  I make some sort of noise in the back of my throat—a cross between a growl and a moan.  I stand up, my beard dripping.  I re-enter and fuck harder.  Kyle grabs his legs, pulling them back to adjust the angle, so my thrust can go even deeper.  Kyle’s hand strays again to his T-cock.

“I can’t stop cumming,” he moans.

He rubs faster and another shower of squirt drowns my dick.  This time I just keep fucking.

Hard.

“Gonna give me your cum?” Kyle pants out.

I nod.  I am surprised that I am so close to shooting.

He reaches down, rubs, and sends one more shower of squirt out onto my driving cock and balls.  That does it.  I’m there.  I fill him with my load—squirt after squirt.

I hold onto to him for a long time—I literally don’t trust myself to move.

At last, I go to my knees.  I want to taste all the combined juices.  My tongue snakes out, cleaning him up so he can go back to work…

*

There is a coda to this trip—

After Kyle left, I ate my packed lunch out in my car.  I went back in, sucked off a larger guy and spat his load into a condom.  And you will hear more about that another day…