"It Looks Even Bigger in the Mirror"

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"Come Suck This Dick!"

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Finding Time to Write

 

I am sorry I didn’t get to a post yesterday or today.  Work got intense, but this particular gig is over tomorrow.  I am writing up the next post with a little time I have carved out and intend to have it auto post first thing on Thursday morning.

 

 

Here is another shot that I have found for my occasional series of vintage photos.  I do love the glimpses pictures shine on our gay past. 

In the Dark Corner Behind the Door

 Near Home—September, 2023

 

You never know what you will stumble on when you go to the bookstore.  (That is certainly some of the attraction for me.) It was the first Sunday afternoon of September, and it proved to be a visit where everything fell into place—and I got to indulge in so many of the things I love to do…

 

The parking has a quite a few cars in it.  A good sign.  I go into the straight theatre and sit along the wall.  I unbutton my pants and pull out my hardening cock.  There is action beginning behind me as a guy in the cocksucker’s seat gives what sounds like a very wet blow job.  Others men, scattered around the room, are stroking either to the porn or the sound of the action happening behind them.

There is a noisy climax from the guy being sucked.  They both leave.  I stand up, dick swaying, and move to the cocksucker’s seat.  Almost instantly a younger man is by my side.  I recognize him.  He is Black, in his mid 30’s and tallish, with a medium build.  He pulls out his very small, limp cock and offers it to me.  I know from experience I can get him hard.

The moment he is in my mouth the door opens.  He pulls out of my mouth and shoves himself into his jeans.  The guy who entered is white, also in his mid 30’s and beefier.  He has a shaved head—and I know I’ve seen him before but I can’t place what we did with each other.  Until he sees me, that is, and makes a beeline to my exposed cock.  He kneels, unzipping his trousers, and goes to work on my hard dick.  The first man feels brave enough to stick his dick back in my mouth.

The guy on his knees is great.  He sucks my dick like he hasn’t had a cock in his mouth for ages.  He remembers my balls and licks them until they are dripping.  As he moves back to my dick, I see his.  It’s just about the same size as mine.  The guy in my mouth gives up—his dick is being stubborn today.  He jerks his flaccid cock while watching the man groan and slobber over me. 

I concentrate and squeeze down, which makes my cock head flare.  This makes the man sucking me work harder.  And stroke himself faster.  Suddenly he rises up and sticks his thick, long cock into my mouth—just as he starts to shoot.  I swallow repeatedly.  He groans and shakes as the orgasm takes control of him.  He let’s me clean him up, likely as I have his balls in my grip.

“That was hot to do again,” he whispers as I let go.

(And it was a replay of just what we did when we met—only I had to tell him I swallowed that first time.)

The Black guy moves away too, incensed that his dick won’t cooperate.

A tall white man around my age moves closer.  He offers me his semi-hard cock to suck.  He groans, but never gets any harder.  Also leaning on the wall is a very short Mexican in his 40’s.  He strokes, looking only at the screen, totally ignoring us.  The tall guy keeps groaning like I am giving him some great head, but his cock never truly stiffens.  He finally thanks me and moves off.

“You suck?”  It’s the Mexican.

I nod and he sticks an average sized dick in my mouth with a ton of foreskin.  The moment I have worked it all back with my tongue, and I lick his cockhead, he explodes.  Repeatedly.  It’s a huge amount of semen.  I clean him up and he squeezes my shoulder as he pulls out…

*

We are in the back corner of the gay cinema, behind the door.  I am sucking the long thin cock of the Black guy who is sometimes looking and sometimes happier as a voyeur.  He is enjoying my mouth.  But the door opens and he steps away from me.  A gorgeous Black man enters.  He is around 30, gym built and has a bubble butt to die for.  He moves into the room, around the slight bend, disappearing from our range of vision.

“I know him,” whispers Long and Thin.  “He’s my trainer.”

“Do you ‘know’ him…???”  I leave the question dangling.

He shakes his head.  Grinning.

The hot guy finds no one to his liking out there.  He moves into our corner.  He nods at us—and goes to his knees.  He starts with me, grunting his pleasure, as his mouth fills with cock.  The Voyeur is not sure how to react, but the hot guy decides for him—he switches from my cock to his.  Back and forth.  In pig heaven and moaning as he does it.

Suddenly he stands up.  He is wearing spandex biker shorts.  He pulls them down.  A third man has come into our space from the room proper, a 50-ish white man, his cock hard.  Hot Guy bends to suck him, which thrusts his bare ass right at me.

I actually hesitate for a moment.  Then I go to my knees and begin rimming.  The moment my tongue enters him I know that he does want my cock up here.  I get him very wet, pulling his ebony mounds apart.  He groans around the dick in his mouth.

“Fuck him!” hisses Voyeur.

I stand up and slide in.  Hot Guy is now being spit roasted.  He moans once more—and pulls off the dick in his mouth to concentrate of his ass.

And the damned door opens. He can barely move enough to let the guys in.  But it’s the perfect men who enter.  The thick set Black top who is so good at recruiting men from the arcade for us to fuck comes in first and he is followed by the former football guy (who’s white) I often fuck—and who I lately fucked another guy so he could experience felching.  Both of them instantly have their dicks out.  I move us around a little so Hot Guy can suck the Recruiter.  On his own, he moves his mouth over to include Ex-Footballer, too.   

The addition of the two men has really made the scene superhot.  I really think I could cum.  I begin to groan out my orgasm.

“Don’t,” says Hot Guy and pulls off me.  Does he not take loads?  Or does he not want me to cum yet?

Hot Guy turns and offers his ass to Recruiter.  He fucks him.  Then Ex-Footballer fucks him.  Hot Guy sucks either my dick or Voyeur’s as they rail him. 

Hot Guy turns again, offering his ass to Voyeur, who refuses.  I move to go again, but Hot Guy moves back to Recruiter.  They fuck—and I just know that Recruiter is going to cream him.  Hot Guy knows it, too; he pulls his mouth off me and says “No…”

But it’s too late.  Recruiter is bucking into his ass.  Breeding him deep and long.  He marinates for a minute—and then pulls out.  Ex-Footballer is there…with his face plastered into the wet ass, getting his second felching experience in my presence.  He mumbles words we can’t make out, his face planted deeply in the cummy bubble butt.

Hot Guy straightens up.  He pulls up his spandex shorts and leaves.  Recruiter follows him.

Ex-Footballer turns to me.  “Can you give me your load?  I’ve always wanted it in my mouth.”

This time I am so close I think I can give him what he wants.  He hasn’t left his knees from the felching.  He knee-walks over to me.  He takes my cock into his mouth, savoring the ass juices of Hot Guy on my dick.  Telling me so.  This turns me on even more—his moans as he tongues me are getting me closer and closer.

“Take it!”

He pulls off me slightly so I explode on his tongue and not deep in his throat.  He holds my balls—but I’m not going anywhere. He licks up every drop.  Only then does he touch himself—and shoots between my boots…

Need More New Reading Material?

 Need More New Reading Material?

 

As I have written up all of August’s sex, I thought I would take today to tell you about a piece of mine being reprinted online.

Back in January I mentioned the new online stroke book, 5on1 Magazine.  The editor had asked permission to republish my blog post about my very first Fornication Party.  It has taken a little longer than he wanted, but Volume 2 is now out.

The link is:  Here.

The second issue, at the direction of his readers, is a little kinkier.  I can certainly fill that need.  My contribution is “Whoring Out Marshall’s Muscle Butt,” a piece from early 2020 before we locked down.

The editor also pointed out that 5on1 is a synonym for self-pleasure—a piece of sexual slang I had never heard before.  I’ve always said you’re never too old to learn…

I really enjoyed this crop of stories he chose.  I hope you will. too.

 

(As I mentioned last time, you will be asked to sign in with an email address and verify you are 21 years of age.)

A Quickie with Keshawn

 Indianapolis—August, 2023

 

Keshawn was hoping for another round in the sling.  He had come to me in July so it was only fair I should go to him this time.  I packed the sling—making sure to include the overhead mirror.  He loves to watch my dick fuck into him. 

I also packed the jock I am grunging up for my Canadian Friend.  I felt it was time, after my constant wearing it for almost a year—and it going to all the major sex events I went to in 2023—that it should have one last hurrah before being sent back to him.

I left extra time to get there—and I arrived at his door, at the appointed time…

 

The sling is set up in the space behind the sofa.  Keshawn is futzing around, finding appropriate porn (we both love group scenes.)  Once that is playing, I ask Keshawn to shoot a few pics of the jock.  The owner loves to see me in it—and I will be sending all of the shots to him.

Keshawn starts for the sling. 

“Bend over the back of the couch.”

It’s right there—and the perfect height.  He leans on the back, jutting his hot ass towards me.  My tongue finds his hole.  My cock, still in the dirty pouch, starts to grow, distorting the shape of it obscenely.  I work it out with my right hand as my tongue invades Keshawn’s inviting ass.

He groans.  His massive cock erects.

I work harder to get him really wet.  I lube my dick as I spit in his hole.  I can’t take anymore—I need to be inside him.  I stand up and slide in.  His ass always feels hotter than our normal body temperature.  I hold in place for a moment—and begin a gentle preliminary fuck.  He groans and thrusts back on me—making sure that he’s taking my entire length with every stroke.

We move to the sling, but he doesn’t get in it.  He bends over once again, chest to the leather.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  He is as delicious as always and thoroughly wet from the first fuck.  I slurp on his ass juices for a long while before standing up and creating more with a hard pounding.  My cock is slick when I finally pull out.  Keshawn swings around and cleans me, hungrily, before he gets in the sling the standard way.

I kneel once more to taste his ass.  I gorge on his ass slime for a moment, jerking myself as I eat him out.  I stand up.  My cock gently beats his full balls.  I leave a sticky trail as I slide my cock from his balls, across his perineum before resting on his now slightly puckered asslips.  I push gently and my cockhead pops in.  He welcomes me with a squeeze.  I give him the rest of my inches—slowly, but steadily.

He takes a hit of poppers as I bottom out.  I watch his face and as they hit, I begin to fuck him again.  I grab the top cross piece of the sling frame.  I have built to a hard thrusting that is rocking the sling.  Keshawn beats his big meat in time to my thrusts.

I finally pull out.  I go around to the side of the sling so he can taste his ass on my cock again.  He cranes around and licks me clean.  Now it’s my turn to clean him.  I go back to his hole and lick up all the stray juices dribbling out of his ass.  I can taste my precum mixing with his natural lube.  My cock head drools at the thought.

I stand up and fuck him again.  Slow and easy.

“Fuck me hard,” he pants out.

I build my fuck stroke.  Faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  My hips are now slamming into his upturned ass.  The room is filled with the sound of moist flesh colliding. 

I slow down so he can take another hit.  As soon as the bottle is capped, I build back up to the hard fucking again.  Keshawn takes his hand away from his cock—he is leaking and could easily go over the edge.  I slow down the fuck, pull out and bend to lick up his precum.  I keep it on my tongue, going to my knees and sticking it into his wet hole.

“So hot…” Keshawn groans.

I add some more spit and stand back up, my dick instinctively slipping into his used hole.

“We don’t want your precum to go waste…”

My cock loves the extra wetness.  I fuck him slow and easy.

I pull out and with my left hand take the jock pouch and push some of it into Keshawn’s ass.  I know that the owner of the jock loves the idea of this—and so I do it repeatedly making the fabric wet with all our juices.

I kneel and lick his hole once more.  I hear him take a hit.  I rise up and slide in.  I intend to fuck him slow and easy, but my cock has a mind of its own.  I begin pummeling him.

Keshawn’s hand is a blur as he strokes himself.  In moments, he is shooting a copious amount of cum out of his big cock.  It coats his chest.  My left hand mops up some.  I coat the jock.  I mop up the rest and coat my cock with it.  I fuck it into his ass—the place where cum belongs…

**

 

Here is a link to the post of pictures of Keshawn that I created on the day this happened: 

Keshawn Wants More

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