After the Blizzard

 Near Home—January, 2024

I was excited.  An old friend and fellow fuck bud had told me he would be in Chicago the second weekend of the month and asked if we could meet at the piss party held that Saturday.  It seemed a perfect way to reconnect.  And get wet together as we caught up.

But winter in the Great Lakes area had other plans.  It started to snow on Friday.  Seven to eight inches for my area.  Then freezing rain that night and more snow all day Saturday.  I was snowbound.  And pissed—not at all in the right way.

I was semi-dug out late Sunday by the men my landlord employs for snow removal.  I did more shoveling on Monday which, while cold, was a beautiful sunny day, making all the freshly fallen snow sparkle.  Somewhere in the middle of clearing the driveway, I wondered if any other snowbound men of this long weekend would try to find release today.  I came inside, warmed up and decided to see if anyone else was as pent up as I was.  The roads were fine.  And the parking lot of the bookstore actually held a handful of cars…

 

I go into the straight theatre.  Three men are here.  None that I recognize.  A white man in his late 30’s, with cropped hair and a hipster goatee is stroking his cock while sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  Next to him sits a young ginger with a full beard and a nose ring.  The third man, is white, older than myself and sitting a few rows ahead of the other two.  I wonder, as I sit to the side, if the two younger men have been playing.

I take out my cock.  Instantly Hipster Goatee stands up.  He walks towards me, his hand holding his very hard and throbbing three-inch cock.  He offers it to me to suck.  Still sitting, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue go to work.  He sighs.  This makes Ginger Beard stand up so he can see what we are doing.

Hipster Goatee reaches down and replaces my hand on my dick.  He strokes me, lovingly.  In moments, he pulls out of my mouth and goes to his knees.  He takes me deep, first thing, gagging at about the two thirds of the way down point.  He pulls off—obviously loving it.

Ginger Beard takes a step closer and begins kneading his crotch.  Hipster Goatee knows his way around a cock.  He is giving me a terrific blow job.  I wordlessly suggest he include my balls—and he does, making my cock drool.  His tongue licks up the shaft to capture all the juices.

But his knees tire fast.  He stands up.  “Now that’s a cock,” he says softly, but loud enough for the others to hear.  He moves away from me, stuffing his still hard cock into his pants.  The door bangs shut after him.

Ginger Beard moves to me, unzipping his pants.  The old man stands up and joins him.

“Will you suck me?”  Ginger Beard asks.  He’s a handsome young man, nose ring and all.  His hand is covering his plumped cock.  I go to my knees.  He removes his hand and a thickish seven incher is revealed.  I hear the old man unzip as I go to work on Ginger Beard.

“Holy fuck!” he whispers to no one in particular.  His cock is juicing like crazy.  He can’t have had sex for some time.  I dig into his Y fronts and pull his balls out.  He gasps again as I lick them.  My tongue is leaving the reddish hair on his sack soaking wet.

I hear the old man start stroking. 

“I need this…” Ginger Beard moans.

I pull off him and look up at him.  “I love to swallow…”

“Oh, shit…”  He pushes his cock back into my mouth.  My words act as his trigger.  He gives me a huge, younger man’s load.  He can’t stop shooting.  I hold onto his balls to make sure he stays in place, but he doesn’t want to go anywhere.  Finally, he begins to soften in my mouth.  Only then do I let go and let him pull out.  He reaches for a handkerchief—and then realizes there is nothing to clean up.  He grins—and steps back.

The older man pushes into my mouth.  “Suck it,” he rasps.

I do.  It’s a very average sized dick—and it is plumped, not hard.  But it’s leaking pre-cum.  He wants to be in charge.  He begins to fuck my face—quite a feat with a not fully hard cock.  But it must do it for him—for he gives me a load or a lot more precum.  I can’t be sure; it just flows out of him without the force of a regular ejaculation.

The door opens.  A guy sticks his head in and the old man pulls out of my mouth with lightening speed.  He spins around so the new guy can’t see his dick.

The new guy just closes the door.  The old man leaves, playfully slapping my cheek.  I stay for a moment on my knees savoring what just happened…

*

There is a slightly more.  I moved to the cocksucker’s seat.  Hipster Goatee came back and we traded blow jobs again.  But neither of us could get the other off.  I was spoiled by those first ten minutes.  And no one else was brave (or foolish) enough to come out that afternoon…

Equipment Close-Up: The Ballistic Butt Bomb

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Ballistic Butt Bomb

 

In my write up of my fucking and fisting of Ross, I mentioned that I used “the stainless-steel drum stick of a toy” that GaryM had gifted me.  Not only was it my first use of it, but I didn’t even know what to call it.  I wrote to GaryM to ask if he remembered where he bought it.  It took him some detective work online, but he found the name for me: the alliterative Ballistic Butt Bomb or Fister Anal Plug.  I’ll stick with the name that’s more fun…

 

This is the style and size GaryM gave me.  I was intrigued that there are two shapes made, this one with the elongated end or another with a round end.  Even better, I learned that they come in graduated sizes.  This makes more sense to me for opening a man up.  My friend Ross had no issues taking this sizeable toy after fucking and a little fisting, but many men would need the gradual build up to take one this size.

It is not an incredibly versatile toy, at least with my first use of it.  It pushes in easily to a well lubed, experienced ass, its mass filling the man completely.  Ross liked me doing a slow in and out routine with it. The shaft is thin.  I do think I could add some of my cock in with it. But it does sort of “straighten” everything out inside.  You don’t negotiate bends.  Turning it produces no really different sensations once it’s inserted—where an interestingly shaped dildo feels different to the man with every tiny rotation I make with it.

I sort of said it before, but I could see the graduated set of six of these being quite helpful in opening up a newbie to the pleasures of more extreme butt play.  I do love the heft of the thing.  It’s heavier than many toys.  I think, with the right man, I will use it more now.  I have another fisting session on the books—so it will definitely come off the shelf again.

 

Here is the largest of the round version—with some eye candy.

 

The Ballistic Butt Bomb is made by BallisticMetal 

"He Has a Mouth, Too!"

 Near Home—January, 2024

 

I was ready for more by Thursday.  I drove to the bookstore after lunch, not sure what or who I’d find…

 

I am alone in the straight theatre.  Soon, a timid old white man comes in and sits as far away from me as possible.  I watch him watch the video.  He seems riveted to the sex on the screen.  Or the bouncing big tits.  He never touches himself.  Even through his pants.  After about eight minutes he seems satisfied—and leaves, never to be seen again that afternoon.

I stroke.  The three men using her in the video are hot.  And they don’t seem to mind if their dicks touch.  The door opens.  A young man enters, tentatively.  He is, I guess, just past college age.  He is tall, but under six feet.  His black skin shines in the reflected light from the screen.  His hair is cropped close to his head.  He opens his coat and shrugs it off.  He is wearing a tight tee with the local college’s name on it.  He stands by the door for another moment, then sits in chair by the wall.

Now he can really see me.  He was aware I was in the room before, but he now can see the dick I’m stroking.  He looks at it.  At my face.  And then at the porn.

The men on the screen are a great mixed lot—an older white man, an incredibly built Black man and a wiry Latino.  All with big dicks, of course.  And all moving from hole to hole with ease.  At the woman’s suggestion they try a DP in the same hole.

This makes the young man, watching their every move, unzip.  He pulls out a nice seven incher.  He strokes, watching her take two in the ass while the third is in her mouth.

When they reposition, he actually moans as she sucks the cocks right out of her ass.  He suddenly looks at me, embarrassed that he was vocal.  I grin.  So does he…

We watch them shift to one in each hole. They fuck—and then the Latino cock, barely missing a stroke, joins the white one, so she has two in her ass once more. 

My stroking companion looks over at me again—for confirmation of how hot that looks. He is stroking harder.  I smile and nod.  He is up out of his seat and coming towards me.  He stands against the wall and offers me his cock to suck.  I don’t hesitate.  I take him deep into my mouth.  I don’t mind at all that his focus shifts from watching his cock disappear into my mouth and checking out the action on the screen.

He is dripping precum.  My tongue keeps mopping it up.  He stands stock still, letting me do whatever I want with my lips and tongue.

It doesn’t take long.  “I’m gonna cum…”  He tries to pull out of my mouth to spray the floor.  I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place.  He gasps—and shoots big.  The cum is thick and viscid.  His focus is totally on me now, watching me swallow every drop of his load.

I finally let him go—having made sure I lick up the final drop.  He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he stuffs his softening dick into his underwear.  He heads to the door and is almost hit in the face as it opens.  He escapes—and it’s Braydon—my cubby cumdump bud—coming in. 

“I was going to text you—and then didn’t.  But here you are.”

I tell him what I just did—and how I would have saved the load in my mouth to reverse felch into his ass if I’d known he was here.

The movie ends.  We go next door to the gay theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and Braydon gets between my legs.  He sucks my cock.  Expertly.  I am super hard and dripping myself, with the sex I just had.

I tell Braydon I want to fuck.  He grabs a chair and turns it so the back is toward the screen.  He strips, stowing his clothes under the chair.  He kneels, presenting his thick, hairy ass to me.

“I wish you had that cum,” he moans, as my tongue drills into his pucker.

I make some sort of affirmative sound, muffled by his hairy cheeks.

The door opens.  It is a guy I’ve know for the 20+ years I’ve been coming here.  He nods to me and whips out his ebony cock.  He strokes it hard as he watches me eat Braydon’s ass.   Finally, I stand up.  “He has a mouth, too.  Let him suck you.”

Braydon groans as he takes the dick into his mouth.  I let him get started before I work my cock into his ass.  Soon he is being thrust into at both ends.  I pull out and lick his hole once more.  I stand back up and fuck.  The guy in his mouth groans.  I can’t tell if he is shooting or not.  He pulls out and takes off.

“Did he shoot?” I ask as I slow the fuck.

“I don’t know.  A lot of precum, though.”

I move around to his mouth.  “Spit it on my dick.”

He does and I walk back to his upturned ass and fuck it into him…

*

We are on the straight side.  No one is here.  Or in the gay theatre.  Braydon is sucking my cock.  And my balls.  And under my balls.  And so well, I unbuckle my pants and let them fall around my ankles, so his tongue can work my balls with ease. 

He moans and begins traveling down my perineum.   I slump in the chair for easier access.  He is a millimeter away from my asshole.  He stops and works his way back up.   He is snuffling my scent constantly.  All the dampness from our first fuck.  Now licked clean.

“I want to plow you.”

It seems a pretty safe bet that we aren’t going to get any other men today.  He drops his pants and bends over the back of the seat in front of us.  I eat out his fucked hole.

“Fuck me hard.”

I stand up. I enter him.  A little roughly in my eagerness to get in.

“You have me so close to shooting,” I mumble.

“Do it.  Fill me up.”

I fuck him harder.  I really want someone to walk in, unzip and give him a cock in his mouth.

But not today.

I fuck Braydon with long, deep strokes.

My mind flashes back to the two straight cocks in one hole in the earlier video.  I would love that with Braydon.  Especially with that young man I sucked off…

I have a vision of us DP-ing and I am over the edge.  I give Braydon as big a load as the one I got in my mouth earlier. 

I stay in place.  Shaking with the aftermath of orgasm.  I wait until my heart rate is closer to normal before I pull out and bring my wet cock to his open mouth…

Big Mouth

 Near Home—January, 2023

 

It should be no surprise that after all the ass play with Ross, that I wanted something different.  I went to the closest (and most reliable) bookstore, wanting some oral action.  And I didn’t care which side of it I was on…

 

The straight theatre is busy.  There are men standing along the back wall.  More are scattered around in the rows of seats.  All the single seats against the wall are taken.  I sit in the middle, on a two-seat bench.  There is no sex happening, but everyone in the room seems to be looking.  The door keeps opening and closing and the guys on the back wall are in constant rotation.

I open my fly and stroke.  I attract interest.  I know many of these cocksuckers.  At least three of these guys never play with me as I don’t cum in under three minutes—they are all on the hunt for that man. 

A very large man is looking at me.  I think I know him—but I haven’t seen him since the pandemic.   He is white, around my age and there is a lot of him.  He fills the chair he’s in.  He is alternating stroking to the video and to me.

One of the regular cocksuckers moves from the back wall and surveys me again.  I think he is going to warm me up.  The large man is suddenly on his feet, though it takes an effort.  He moves towards me, cutting the guy off who is coming from the back.  The large man sits next to me—there is just room for both of us on this bench.

“I remember this beauty,” he whispers.  “Can I suck it again?”

I nod.  (The man who was going to do me turns and flounces out of the room.)

The large guy bends, with an effort.  But the effect of his mouth on my cock is electric.  His tongue is everything you want in a cocksucker—busy and varied.  Great suction.  And his mouth is so big, my cock never feels a tooth.

The guy is uncomfortable bending this way.  After a few minutes he repositions, using the edge of the bench to get to the floor.  He is finally at the right angle for deep throat.  And he takes me effortlessly.  I am in heaven.  No teeth, of course, and none of that tightness in the back of the throat.  With some guys that tightness can feel good and still hurt at the same time—usually the latter for me.  This guy’s mouth is so much bigger it is effortless and wonderful.

He’s making a ton of spittle.  And using it.  Loving it—licking it up, sucking me clean and doing it all again.  He sucks happily.  I watch him and the anal sex happening up on the screen.  Totally content.

It can’t last.  His knees are paining him.  He tries to get up.  I stand and help, my wet cock swinging.  “Thanks,” he whispers.  “I hope to do more later.”  He shuffles out of the room.  As I’m standing, I decide to go see if things are happening next door.  I pass the Voyeur, the hot Black man, who occasionally lets me suck his long, thin dick.  I tell him about the velvet mouth on the guy, but the Voyeur only shakes his head at my taste in men.  I tell him talent trumps looks almost every time…

*

Next door, two men are finishing up, mopping at their cocks with napkins.  I sit in the corner.  They leave and the place is deserted.  Then the large man arrives.  He sits close to the screen.  Two more men filter in and stand along the side wall.  The Voyeur arrives and sits in the cocksucker’s chair.  Does he know??

We are the only two stroking.  The men along the wall are kneading.  I nod to the Voyeur.  He shrugs in a “I guess, why not?” gesture.  I kneel in front of him and suck.  He is an easy suck until his last half inch, when he decides he wants to go deep.  He feels so tight in that bend of my throat.  Exactly why he’d love the large guy’s effortlessness with long cocks.

I go to his fragrant balls to recover his battering of my throat. 

We are both enjoying this—not trying for release. 

I finally go back to my seat.  The large guy stands up, with an effort and comes over.  I nod and help him down to between my spread legs.  The Voyeur watches with interest at both the expressions on my face and the deftness of this man’s deep throat technique.  The Voyeur stands and moves closer for a better view. 

Suddenly he is in my mouth.  I love having a dick in my mouth as I am getting blown.  The Voyeur is on the edge.  I can feel it.  He is producing a ton of pre-cum.  And very quickly, it’s followed by five spurts of watery jizz into my mouth and down my throat.  I wonder for half a second if it will take me over the edge, too.  But it doesn’t.  I just lean back and let that big mouth and thick tongue do its magic…

*

I roam back into the straight theatre.  Having swallow one load, always makes me hungry for more.  I find only one guy there, a shy white guy, sitting where I started the night, stroking a long, curved cock.  He won’t look at me.  Not directly.  I am just aware of his glances at me.  I sit across the aisle from him.  Right in easy vision.

We stroke.

“Do you want some help with that?”

He won’t look at me.  But he doesn’t say no. 

I wait. 

I finally stand up.

He strokes to the video, never looking at me.  I move to him and sit next to him.  He strokes faster.  I take that as an affirmative and go to my knees.  He takes his hands away and feeds me his cock.  He still won’t look at me—even as his load begins to pour out of his piss slit…

*

I stay in the room and stroke.  The large guy comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s seat.  I am about to go and feed him my cock when the plump guy who cums in 30 seconds (if he takes his poppers) arrives.  He stands right next to the Large Guy—and ignores him. 

I stand up.  30 Seconds thinks I’m coming for him.  He gets his dick out.  I stick my dick in Large Guy’s mouth.  It feels different with me standing and him sitting.  But very good.  I would really like to give this guy a load to show him my appreciation and go home.

I begin fucking his face.  This is doing it for both of us.

And, unfortunately, also for 30 Seconds.  He begins telling me what to do.  “Fuck that face.  Make that cocksucker work.  You should fuck him…”  On and on—as he takes poppers and gropes himself.  Now he reaches up and thinks he is helping by trying to find my nipple through my sweatshirt.  Two minutes ago, I was close to release.  Now, while I’m still enjoying the mouth and throat, I am nowhere near orgasm.

I use the big mouth until he asks for break.

I go back to the gay side.  It’s deserted.  All those men have vanished.  30 Seconds comes in.  “Want it…?”  I go to my knees and shut him up by connecting with his tiny cock.  He huffs.  And it’s over even faster than usual.

He takes off.

“You suck, then?”

Out of the shadows, from behind the door, is a tall rangy man.  He is likely my age, his handsome face lined from age and the sun.  He is swinging a nice seven incher.  Hard. 

“Now do for me, what you did for him.”

He let’s me do all my tricks, until he finally begins fucking my face.  I wish I had the big mouth to help accommodate him at the back of my throat, but he doesn’t care.  He groans and grabs my shoulders.  He holds me in place as his cock shoots again and again…

Reunion With Ross: "Try for a Double"

 North of Home—January, 2024

 

It is likely that I picked up my cold at either of the two visits to the bookstore on Dec 31 or January 1.  I felt lousy and had a nose that wouldn’t stop running (unless you counted the evenings in bed where all that mucus slid down my throat instead.)  I worried that I would have to cancel my planned meeting with Ross.

Sometime after I got back from New Jersey, we had set up a date for January 6.  I looked back in the blog and found that we had not seen each other since August of 2022.  We are both busy men, but neither of us could believe it had been that long.  But better, we both knew it was time to make up for lost time.  I agreed to come to his place to the north of me.

I let him know how I was feeling at the top of the week—and then sent occasional reports as things improved.  I really was back to my usual self by our Saturday, just a little tired from the sleep I lost due to the congestion.  I tossed the sling in the car, remembering the mirror for above the frame, and set off…

 

Ross is looking good.  But there is no denying we’ve both aged a little since our last meet.  He is tall and lanky, with a handsome face.  He is younger that I am, but we are in the same decade.  There is a shade more gray in his hair, that is now cut shorter than before.

I set up the sling in his bedroom, where the bed already has a fuck sheet on it.  Ross is making me a pot of tea out in the kitchen.  I strip down in his office and find him on his knees, naked, waiting for me.   My boots sound loud on the hard wood floor which is protected by my tarp and a sheet.  I push my jock pouch into his face.  He inhales.  Groans.  And exhales.  Before he begins to lick.  His tongue covers the loose weave of the fabric.  Getting me wet.   Getting me hard.

Soon, he is sucking my rampant cock jutting out of the side of the pouch.  I can’t help but throat fuck him for a moment.  He gags and grins.

“Get up on the bed.”

Ross stands and leans, chest to mattress, his long legs in a wide stance on the floor.  I go to my knees and begin to eat his hole.  It is such a responsive one.  I can’t stop thinking about working it to make his rose open up and bloom.  But not yet.  I simply fuck him with my tongue. 

I stand and fuck him with my cock.  He groans out his pleasure.

“Get all the way up on the bed.”

He does, on all fours.  I use my tongue again on his freshly fucked hole.  Then my dick.  He’s a shade high, so my booted foot swings up and plants itself on the mattress by his head.  Ross groans at the sight.  At the dominance.  This gives me a great angle to fuck, and Ross responds to every thrust by working his talented ass.

I pull out.  Ross rolls onto his back, spins and hangs his head over the side of the bed.  I fuck his face this way until we are both gasping…

*

Ross is in the sling and ready—with two different brands of poppers.  I eat his hole.  It is just beginning to gape.  I stand up and fuck.  I work a finger in alongside my cock.  I hold it still and keep my cock pumping.  It feels good to both of us.  I add another finger.  Now three.  I love the added stimulation along the shaft of my thrusting dick.

I pull out.  I brought the stainless-steel drum stick of a toy that GaryM had given me.  It goes into him easily.  This is new to me.  It has no give. It is unforgiving in how it plows into him.  Ross is fine with how I’m using it.  In and out.  I wonder about adding my cock in with it, but I don’t.

We break for a moment, leaving Ross in the sling.  I drink more of the tea, hydrating.  I go to my knees and taste his open hole.  He pushes out.  His enormous rosebud flirts with opening for me.  In thanks for that, I stand up and fuck him.  Hard and fast.  Ross’ eyes are riveted to the mirror, watching my dick slice into him.

I pull out.  I add the cock sleeve over my shaft that supersizes the girth of my already thick cock.  I grease it liberally before pumping it into Ross.  He takes it easily—though I can see his eyes widen as he takes it.  Watching it all in the mirror.

I go to my knees and tongue his hole.  He pushes out.  The rosebud is in full flower—and so big I can’t get it all in my mouth…

*

It’s hands now.  Alternating hands.  Alternating with my dick.  Back and forth.

Left.  Left and cock.  Stroking it inside him.  Using the words… “I’m jerking inside you…” Watching Ross’ eyes roll up into his head.

I grease up the eggheaded dildo of mine.  It’s glides in so easily now, this late in the proceedings.  But it’s still a good stretch when my cock goes in with it.   And it gives my hands a rest.  I fuck him with the toy of above my cock.  And below. 

Left hand.  Right.  Now, left hand deep in him with a fist.  I add three fingers of the Right sliding down my wrist to stretch.  Repeat.  Then with the Right and fingers from my Left.  Back and forth.

More tea, though I can hardly hold onto the mug with all the K Lube.

I fuck him.  His hole has been so filled—and now it’s just my dick ravaging him.  I slow the thrusting.  I’m just slightly rocking into him now.  “Here it comes…” and my cock begins spraying piss deep inside him.  I empty my bladder of all the tea I’ve drunk.

“And now I’m going to fist it out of you.”

I grease up my hands anew.  Left.  Right.  Each pulls out a small splash of piss as it leaves him, dumping it on the towel and tarp below us…

*

I am beginning to feel a little tired.  I don’t have my full stamina back, after all.

“Try for a double,” he murmurs.

I do.  Left first.  Slide the right down my wrist and into him.  It works.  He is stretched with my full hands both inside him, open and palm to palm.

Repeat.

And again, this time with no poppers.

We move to few rounds of punch fisting.  The fist going in as a fist.

But now his hole is as tired as I am.

We call it a night and sit down to the delicious turkey soup that has been simmering on the stove, waiting for us pigs to finish…

Picture Perfect

 

My writing time slipped away from me today. 

I should be back tomorrow.

Not as ‘high art’ a picture as the last one…

…but evocative, none the less…

Light and Shadow

 Today is a day set aside for sex.

 

Which means you’ll get a full report in around two weeks.

I belong to a sex forum where, among other things, I republish the blog about 6 months after an entry appears here.  I found this beautiful picture there.  It is wonderfully evocative.  Love the light and shadows—and all that’s before we get to the man and the leather…

"Stand Up and Fuck My Face!"

 Near Home—January, 2024

I woke up on New Year’s Day, after the marathon of sucking at the bookstore the day before, with a raging hardon.  I hadn’t shot myself while working so hard to get off the guy who reminded me of Robert Mitchum.  The moment I poured boiling water over my tea bag, I knew I was going back.  I guessed the place would have low attendance, but it would just take one mouth or ass to do the job…

 

I arrive right after lunch.  There are actually a few cars in the lot—but it is certainly sparse.  I go in and pay.  The straight theatre has one man in it.  I sit in the back row.  The guy ahead of me keeps trying to watch the movie, but seems to be nodding off—and then, when his head lolls forward in sleep, will sit up with a start and concentrate on the movie again.

I stroke a little.  Then I hear through the grate in the adjoining wall a chair scrape next door.  I do myself up and go over to the gay theatre.  In the far corner, seated is Cute College Kid.  His pants are around his ankles and he is jerking himself like crazy.  I love the smile on his face as he sees me.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat, right next to him.

In moment’s he is on his knees between my splayed legs and giving me some really good head.  He stops jerking his own dick to concentrate on me.  He makes sure to give equal time to my balls.  He leaves both cock and testicles totally wet.

As he stands up, I tell him how hot it was to finally eat his ass and fuck him.  Cute College Kid nods, and then adds, apologetically, “I didn’t clean out today.  I didn’t think anyone would be here…”

“Damn,” I think, and lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth.  He begins to happily fuck my face.  His cock is small enough that it barely starts down my throat.  We are both in a very happy place.

The door opens. 

I can’t see who it is at first, as there is a torso in my way.  CCK pulls out of my mouth with the new arrival and sits down.  It’s a white guy around my age, likely 10 years younger.   He is short and spare, rather elfin in his sprightly gait.  I recognize him as the man who loves to choke on my dick.  Without even a hello he goes to his knees and begins to suck me.

This turns CCK on.  He jerks watching the guy suck me.  CCK stands up.  He brings his cock over to me.  I lean over and take him in my mouth as the man on the floor chokes on my cock.  The sound fills the small room.  He comes up for air.  I am sure my cock is covered in deep throat slime, but I can’t see it with the dick in my face.

The Choker gasps for breath and then goes back down on me.  CCK is drooling into my mouth.  He finally pulls out, so as not to cum too fast.  The Choker chokes on me again and pulls off my incredibly hard cock.  This time we all see the pearly string of deep throat spittle on my dick and arcing up to his open mouth.  He cleans them up.  CCK begins jerking again.

“You should feel his mouth…” I tell CCK.  The Choker is on him in an instant.  Within 15 seconds it’s all over for CCK—he is firing his load down the throat of the Choker.  A load I was rather hoping for…

CCK cleans up and takes off.

“Stand up and fuck my face.” 

He stands for a moment and drops his pants.  He’s wearing no underwear.  He wads his trousers under his knees as he kneels again.  I grab the back of his head and insert my cock in his ovaled mouth.  I fuck, slowly at first, building speed until I am fucking deep into him on every stroke.  He chokes—and I know to back off.  The strings of spittle connect my cock and his mouth like a slimy suspension bridge.  I wrap the strand around my dick and make him clean them off.

“Against the wall,” he mutters.  Please.”

The Choker moves so he is kneeling against the outer wall of the theatre.  I know I can pummel his face even harder.  So I do.  He seems to love the back of his head being fucked into the cinder block.

We pause.

“You got piss?”

I had forgotten for a moment that he may be the only man who has drunk my piss in this space.  I step back and guzzle down the contents of my water bottle.  I stick my dick into his mouth and go for round two of his head banging into the concrete.  He chokes.  This time I smear all the spittle on his face.  This makes him fist his cock rapidly.

We throat fuck against the wall one more time.  I leave him breathless

I want to sit down.  He crawls over to me.  After the standing throat fuck, this feels good, but isn’t nearly as rewarding for either of us.  I let him do two rounds this way—and even let him take a couple minutes of just watching the video so his breathing can return to normal.

“Back against the wall,” I bark.

He is there and ready as fast as he can move.  I throat fuck him hard.  I notice he stops touching himself as I fuck into him.  Once more he chokes.  The spittle is smeared on his face once more. 

“Open up!”

He does.  I go deep into him.  My cock begins to spew piss.  First a small stream—then a torrent.  The Chocker is doing his best to get every drop.  And succeeding.  He jerks himself in a frenzy as he does swallows my entire load of not very clear piss.  The moment I run dry, I begin a hard, head thumping face fuck.  The Choker gasps and I keep going.

His cock erupts.  In two more strokes, I join him, shooting my seed so deep down his throat he can’t even taste it…

"Suck the Scum Out of Me!"

 Near Home—December, 2023

It was New Year’s Eve.  And I couldn’t decide what to do.  I was planning a Chicago trip for the second weekend of January, so I knew I wasn’t going there.  I didn’t want to go as far as Toronto, for either the time in the car or expense.   Last year I rang in the New Year fucking at the huge bookstore/bathhouse complex north of me but, still weary from my long layover coming back from New Jersey, I knew I couldn’t spend the length of time there to justify the admission price.  I wondered about going to the newly remodeled bookstore in Jackson, but it was Sunday, a day that was usually poorly attended. 

I looked at the clock and saw that I’d dithered away a good portion of the morning. I suddenly knew I didn’t much care if I went anywhere different.  I just wanted to have sex one last time in 2023.  I fixed a quick lunch and went to the bookstore nearest me…

 

It’s hopping.  There are men everywhere.  Men who can’t settle.  They move between the two theatres (and likely the arcade) never stopping anywhere—always hoping they will walk in on someone doing something.  So, for all the men, there is not much happening.  Yet.

As a man leaves, I snag the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  In moments I am joined by an acquaintance that I’ve known from my earliest times here.  He is a Black man, around my age, middle height and trim.  His black hair has moved to a very hot looking grey in the time I’ve known him.  He used to be a fixture here, until the pandemic changed it all.  He nods to me as he comes in and sits beside me.

We both stroke to the porn, trying to be oblivious to the constantly opening and closing of the doors.  We don’t play with each other.  That will come later.  I know him well enough that he wants to stroke for a good hour before he lets another man touch him. 

With the two of us staying in one place, more men decide to stay in the room—either in a chair or against the back wall.  The crowd is a good mix of men I know and strangers.  Staying in place leads to cruising and to actual sex.  I get a regular daddy on my dick quite easily.  This inspires someone I’ve never seen before to unzip and offer me his cock to suck while I am being done.  When my sucker sees I have one in my mouth, he works harder.

The guy I’m sucking moans—and suddenly pulls out.  “I don’t want to cum,” he grunts and stuffs his regulation sized dick back in his jeans.  He takes off.

Eventually, my cocksucker needs a rest break.  He stands up.

The door opens and a very good-looking man walks in and leans against the back wall.  He is followed by two of the regulars who huddle near the door, watching him.  The new guy is likely 45 to 50, Caucasian, and tall.  He’s seen the gym, but not for the last couple of years.  He looks a little like Robert Mitchum at that age.  Without looking around him, he unzips and pulls out a thick, semi-aroused cock.  It grows instantly.  This guy is a natural show off.  The moment all eyes are on him he hardens up to a very thick, seven incher or so.  No one approaches him.  They wait to see if he will pick someone.  Every man in the room is either stroking or kneading his crotch through the fabric of his pants, looking at him—not at the screen.

But nothing happens.  The guy just slowly jerks.  The men leave or find chairs.  When no one is actively watching him, he turns to me.  “Suck my dick,” he hisses.

I try to take him in my mouth, but staying seated is a bad angle.  I go to my knees.  Now, with a stretch, I can take him.  “You like my big cock?” he whispers.

But the men are up from the chairs and coming back to watch.  This displeases my ersatz Robert Mitchum.  Instantly he pulls out of me and covers himself.  No longer the show off for actual man on man action.

“Come on,” he grunts and leaves.  I do myself up and follow him out the door.  The preview booths, where he could get his privacy, are all locked today.  He grunts and we go to the gay side.  We are alone in the back corner for all of 90 seconds before the parade of gawkers arrive.  “The arcade,” he huffs at me.

I tell him I didn’t buy the ticket for there.  He stomps off without me.  I go and reclaim my seat.

I stroke.  The traffic of men in and out is back up, new guys seem to be arriving.

I exchange blowjobs with my grey-haired friend.

And eventually the faux Rober Mitchum returns.  He wants more of my mouth.  He still flinches every time the door opens.  But the guys gaping and jerking in front of him, now seem to turn him on.  I use every trick I know, but I can’t get him off.

A good cocksucker, who often does me, is close at hand.  I am taking a break and off my knees and sitting in my chair.  I encourage the sucker to come do me.  It’s the first-time faux RM has focused on my dick.  He’s not pleased someone has more length.  But he is impressed how the cocksucker handles me.  He is even is even happier when I guide the guy off my cock and onto his.  I go to the balls and suck them, while the cocksucker takes the shaft.

This is like a revelation to RM.  Has he never had two mouths on him at the same time before?   He is back to being super hard now.  We work on him until the older cocksucker can’t take it anymore.

 I work solo on RM, back on my knees. 

“That guy has a big dick,” he whispers, pulling me up.  “Suck him while I watch.”

He leads me over to where a portly white man is sitting and stroking to us having sex.  I know the guy, who grins and likes the attention.  I suck the new guy while RM strokes.  A man arrives, watches us and joins, sucking RM.  Then it’s a change-up.  The new sucker goes down on the portly guy and I’m back on RM.

 Fuck, this guy has the same kind of lasting power I do.  My jaw is getting tired.

The portly guy gets off with the new sucker, and I am led back to my seat.  Standing on the back wall is a guy I know from here.  With my mouth, he cums in 30 seconds, if he takes his poppers.  I suck RM for a moment with 30-Second Man watching and groping himself.

Without any words, I move to 30-Second Man.  I am rewarded with a huge load from this very vocal man.  I wonder if RM will let me back on his dick with a mouthful of cum.  He welcomes it.  His cock is back to rock hard at the idea.

“Suck the scum out of me.”

He is breathing hard. 

“You want my load, too?” 

I grunt something. 

“Take it.  Take it all from my big dick!”  He has taken over an hour—but the load is huge.  He howls out his orgasm as I swallow him down…