A Groggy FP Posts a Very Wet Picture

 

I was a bad boy last night.  I had late night sex.  Something I honestly don’t do very often anymore.  But it was fun—and with a great man.  (I should be writing all that up in about two weeks, I would guess.)  But for today, it has totally sapped my energy to sit at the computer to write a lengthy, involved post.

 

Since I can’t seem to put coherent words together today, I will dig out another picture.  I think this one is highly appropriate as I just recounted my adventures at the Chicago piss party.   

Chicago Piss Party, Part Two: "Fuck My Piss Into Him!"

 Chicago—February, 2024

(The piss party continues.  If you haven’t, you might want to read Part One.)

…The pisser moves his stream so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him.  The heat of the piss is wonderful.  I fuck harder, if that is possible.  The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar.

I pull out of Hairy Blond’s ass.  He swivels from sucking the attractive older man’s large dick, to cleaning me off.  He savor’s all his ass juices on my cock.  I even manage to give him a brief blast of piss straight into his mouth.  He swallows hungrily and we all go our separate ways…

*

I hang out by the sling.  An older man, sporting a piss-stained white jock, finds me there.  “I watched you fuck those guys in the sling.”

I nod.

“Up for one more?”

I nod.  He kicks off his flip flops, stepping into the pool of piss that is collecting under the sling.  I get him into the stirrups, his feet dripping.  I hunker down to eat his hole.  He ass lips are pronounced and engorged.  He’s taken a lot of cock in his life.  I suck his twisted pucker into my mouth.  They engorge easily.  He moans and does poppers.  I can’t stop tonguing his hole.

But I do.  I stand up.  I watch the head of my dick part his ruined hole and disappear.  I tell him how hot it looks.  My cock going in makes him piss himself, right as I bottom out.

I fuck him hard.  I am hopeful someone will hose us down, but it doesn’t happen.

He finally tells me he needs to stop; his leg is cramping.  I get him out and he hugs me, thanking me profusely…

*

I look around the room.  And smile.  TGWT is bent over, sucking the same attractive older man that Hairy Blond did.  I go over and fuck him as he does it.  The suckee and I grin at each other.  Once again, he enjoys the extra ‘push’ of my fuck, so his cock goes even deeper. 

I pull out.  I swear I need to piss.  I aim for TGWT’s winking hole, but it doesn’t come.  Instead, I go to my knees and lick his wet pucker…

*

I wander.  A handsome Black man, with a large cock, is fucking a 40-something guy in the sling.  I idly watch and tank up from my water bottle.  I would like to be the next one up this guy, but the bottom is not taking anyone else up his ass (or, it turns out, in his mouth.) 

I move behind the screens hanging to the side.  I watch a regular, on his knees, drinking an arcing spray of piss.  As much goes on his chest as into his mouth.  Next to them, a young man is being fucked by a much older man.  “Piss my ass.  Piss my ass,” he keeps mumbling.  I can’t tell if he gets his wish.

I move around.  Two men are kneeling in front of a third.  He is pissing.  First in one guy’s mouth, then the other.  Back and forth until he runs dry.  Then the two on their knees kiss each other and begin licking the stray piss that coats their chests.

I work back towards the sling.   I see Hairy Blond bent over.  The Black guy with the large dick is entering his hairy ass.  I go over and stroke to the fuck.  The dick in his ass is not as long as mine, but it is significantly fatter.  It is an incredible turn on for me to see Hairy Blond’s hole stretch around this cock.

They fuck—Hairy Blond doing poppers.  It’s a hard, ball slapping fuck.  Suddenly, the Top stops, standing stock still.  I wonder if he’s cumming.  I can think of nothing better than fucking Hairy Blond with a load from this man inside him.  But I’m not quite accurate.  The Top groans and says “You want me to piss your hole?”

“Yes,” mumbles Hairy Blond in his popper haze.

And the Top unloads in him.  It seems to take forever.  I step closer.  Our eyes connect.  He smirks at me, then hefts my cock grinning as his piss must be slowly stopping.  “You should do him next.”

“I will.  If you let me clean your cock.”

Now he out and out smiles.  He pulls out, his ebony dick wet and shiny in the light from the television.  I go to my knees and clean him up.  He tastes delicious—his piss and Hairy Blond’s ass jizz.  I swivel slightly and plant my mouth over Hairy Blond’s hole and begin to lick.

“You dirty pig,” laughs the Top.

I am amazed I don’t even get a trickle of piss on my tongue—it is so deep inside Hairy Blond.  I slowly stand up and slip into Hairy Blond’s very puffy pucker.  I fuck him.  Now I feel the piss on my cock.  I am incredibly turned on.

“You want more piss?” I ask between my teeth.

He simply grunts an affirmative. 

I let go and give him everything in my bladder.  The Top holds on to me as I do it, his hand cupping my balls as I unload.  It feels an incredibly intimate gesture in this flurry of carnal abandon.

Slowly, I begin to fuck, churning the two loads of piss together…

*

The party is beginning to wind down.  Lots of men are pissing on the guys kneeling in the wading pool.  I find Tall Guy With Tats.  “You ready for that piss fuck I promised?”

He is.

We go to the sling.

He gets in, his long legs resting on the chains.  I eat his hole once again.  I am so hydrated now; it feels like I have as much in my bladder as I did for Hairy Blond.  I am just about to stand up and fuck when a man, who has watched us all night, saunters over. 

“Piss?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” TGWT answers.  “Cover me.” 

I expect the guy to aim at TGWT’s chest.  But he aims it right at his cock.  It sluices down the ass crack I am tonguing.  I get harder and harder as the torrent of piss keeps coming.  I slurp piss and use my tongue to get some into his ass.  I finally stand up or I’ll drown.  I enter TGWT hard and strong.  The guy splashes his never-ending stream up on TGWT’s chest and then he concentrates it on my fucking dick.

“Fuck my piss into him!”

I have never seen anyone, ever, piss for such a long time.  It will not stop.  TGWT is now jerking his dick as the stream splashes up on it.  I have to be fucking pints of it into his ass.

Finally, the guy runs dry, looking very pleased with himself and with how much we obviously loved it.  He takes off, with a wet slap of his hand into all the piss pooling on TGWT’s stomach.  I begin fucking in earnest.  I know I’m going to blow my load.  But I want to piss fuck him first.

“Do it,” mumbles TGWT, reading my mind. 

And I begin to piss in his hole.  It’s a long one, for me, but not anywhere near as long as what this other man did.  I begin moving is his ass, still pissing.  I churn it.  Some piss splashes back on me with each backstroke.  I stop pissing and just fuck him.

“I am so full.  So damn full of piss…” he groans.

I go to my knees.  My mouth seals around his ass lips.  He knows what I want.  He pushes.  I get a trickle of piss from his ass.  He pushes again.  This time, I get a mouthful.  I am stroking myself like crazy. 

And I am there. 

I stand up and begin shooting rope after rope of jizz into his pissed out hole…

Chicago Piss Party, Part One: "Fuck Me, Man!"

 Chicago—February, 2024

 

It was the second Saturday of the month—the day of the monthly piss party in Chicago.  It was an unusually warm day for February and I hoped that it would help warm up the back bar where we got wet.  I drove in with plenty of time to spare.  I didn’t really start hydrating until I found parking.  I have learned you never want a full bladder and fight Chicago traffic…

 

I am the first to sign in and pay.  The host and I talk briefly before I head in and go behind the hanging screens.  I strip down to a once white jock, wrist band and the oldest pair of combat boots I own.  I stuff my clothes into my gym bag, making sure a towel and my flight suit are on top for my eventual departure.  I check it in and talk to the cute coat check otter for a moment.  I fill my water bottle from one of two huge jugs on the bar.  Piss porn is playing on the big television.  The wading pool is up by the main entrance.  The sling is tucked into a back corner.  I sit and watch the porn, not to mention all the arrivals as they undress.  In fifteen minutes, there are about 25 of us here, tanking up and chatting.

I don’t know as many men.  The crowd has shifted slightly younger.  There is much more fetish gear being worn, but there are still men who are totally naked but for something on their feet.  I mingle, chat a little but mostly gulp my water.  I go back to sitting on the ledge.  I pull out my cock.  I usually get a lot of men sampling it.  Not so much today. 

“I am always glad when you’re here.” 

I turn.  It’s a handsome man in his late 30’s.  He is blond with a very hairy chest.  I know that we have played in the past.  I expect him to go to his knees and suck me, but instead he grabs my wrist and leads me to the sling.

“Fuck me, man.  Piss fuck me if you want.”

We adjust the sling for my height and get him into it.  I kneel on the, for now, dry concrete.   His hole is as hairy as his chest.  I dig in with my tongue as he jerks his sizable cock.  Several men wander over to watch us.  Hairy Blond asks them to piss on us.  But guys are just not hydrated enough yet.  I stand up and sink my dick into his spit slick pucker.  I fuck, slow and deep.  I look into his hot face, loving the mixture of pleasure and concentration I see there.  I pick up the pace.

Suddenly, I pull out and piss on his hole.  It’s just a tiny trickle—but it makes him groan.  It makes me go to my knees and lick it off.  I love how the piss clings to the hair around his ass hole.  I stand back up and fuck him again…

*

I help him out of the sling.  In the time we’ve been fucking, the crowd has grown to about 50 men.  Including Tall Guy With Tats.   (We had kept up an occasional check in with each other via text since our meet at IML and once again last July.  He knew I was coming today.)  I walk over to him.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you,” he tells me. 

He looks great.  Tall and thin, a good 10 to 15 years younger than I am, and wearing a pair of white briefs and some yellow rubber boots.  We chat for a moment before he’s on his knees, sucking my wet cock.  This leads to him kneeling of the side ledge so I can pull the briefs down and lick his ass.  I try to hose him down a little, but I’m not there yet.  I settle for licking his hot butt.  Everywhere.

I stand and fuck him for a moment.  We both agree it would be better in the sling.  We go there.  TGWT rips a hole in the back of his briefs for me to fuck through…so the front still covers his dick.  “I hope guys turn these yellow before we’re done…”

We fuck.  A nice get re-acquainted fuck.   I have now drunk enough water to let a hot stream of piss play on his hole.  I make sure I splash some up on the white fabric of his briefs.  He gropes himself and tells me to stick my dick back in him.  I do.  I fuck him harder now, holding onto the top of the sling frame.

We take a break.  He goes off for water.  A bigger man, who has been watching us avidly, asks if I will fuck him.  I will—and do—making the sling chains rattle.

I go off and refill my water bottle.  An attractive man, around my age, is sitting by the bar.  He is hard.  And big.  Throughout the night he is a magnet for cocksuckers.  We nod.  And chat.  I go off and feed some piss to a regular.  When I need to refill the bottle again, I see Hairy Blond bent over and sucking the attractive guy by the bar.  I go back to them, nod at the guy getting sucked and begin to eat Hairy Blond’s ass.  He groans.  I’m sure he knows it’s me.  I stand up.  I piss on his ass crack.  My clear piss cascades down it, leaving droplets on all that hair.  The moment I stop pissing, I am there to lick him clean.

And fuck.  The attractive guy looks slightly surprised as I enter Hairy Blond’s used hole.  He hears the groan of contentment from the guy as he blisses out with two dicks in him at once.  Some guys have to stop sucking and concentrate on their ass in this position, but not Hairy Blond.  He manages to give great oral service and work his ass muscles at the same time.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” the attractive guy grunts out.  He is now loving the fact that my strokes are forcing Hairy Blond deeper onto his cock.  I pick up the pace of the fuck even more.  A piss party regular comes to fill his plastic cup.  He moves around, watching the three of us.  He hefts his semi hard cock, and aims at Hairy Blond.  The stream hits him on the hairy small of his back.  The pisser moves it so it plays on my cock as it fucks into him.  The heat of the piss is wonderful.  I fuck harder, if that is possible.  The sound of piss splattering to the floor, of the fucking and of four men moaning fills our little corner of the bar…

 

(Lots more to come!)

Evan Goes Through the Toy Shelf

 My Playroom—February, 2024

Evan wanted to re-connect.  We had not seen each other since IML this last May.  Usually, he drives in from his home in the burbs of Chicago.  We have a good stretching session before dinner which is baking in the oven as we play.  He spends the night in the playroom and heads out, his ass reminding him all the way home, just how much abuse it took.

He loves my dick and fist—but he really is about the toys.  He loves how they stretch his ass differently than my body can.  He brought a couple with him.  I had sent him a picture of the three toys GaryM had given me.  He couldn’t wait to get them inside him.

He arrived and decompressed from the drive with a vodka and cranberry juice as I sipped my tea.  He soon went to the shower to touch up and I set out the lube and a water pitcher in the playroom.  I switched on the porn as he I heard him on the stairs…

 

“Open me up with that big dick…”  Evan holds it in his hand, looking at how wet he has left it.  His spit glistens on the head and shaft.  He scrambles onto the fuck bench, his bottle of poppers tight in his fist.  I kneel behind him and rim his moist hole.  I spend longer there than usual, for I know that soon there is going to be so much lube, I will no longer be able to taste him.

Finally, I stand and insert.  Evan gasps.  But he takes me easily.  “Full…” he mumbles as he unscrews the lid.  I fuck him hard.  I walk around and he eagerly tastes his ass juices on my cock.  I go back and fuck him again.  Once he cleans me once more, I go to the toy shelf.  The larger black butt plug is greased up and fairly easily inserted.  The last, widest inch makes Evan work for it.  It pops in.  I beat on the base, making it shake in his ass.  He is watching me in the mirror on the side wall, panting and loving it.

I take it out and slip it in again.  And once more.  My cock goes back in.  A harder fuck.  A good cleaning.  Now it’s the egg headed dildo.  I fit my cock in with the slender shaft.  I fuck him first with the toy below my dick.  Then above.  They feel is remarkably different for both of us.  I prefer the toy below, so I have hot flesh above me and the ribbed shaft under.  He likes the stretch the other way.  So, I keep pulling out and switching…

“Use my plug, the copper colored one.”  It’s on the bed.  I grab it and lube it up.  It doesn’t have much taper to help with the entry, but Evan is ready for it. It slides home, meeting just enough resistance at first to make him groan in pleasure.  In moments, his ass snaps down on the thin shaft of it.

I fuck him once more before we change over to the sling.  A quick fuck.  Already his hole is ready for thicker toys.  I grab the ass grommet, grease the inside and slip it onto my cock.  My angry pink cock head sticks out of the end of it, my shaft now twice as thick.  I grease up the outside of the toy now.  I line it up.  Evan takes a deep breath and pushes out.  I slide in.  It’s an odd feeling—just my cock head exposed to his hot, wet hole and my shaft protected by the fat doughnut sleeve.  I begin to fuck.  The toy stays in place inside him—and I fuck the ribbed insides of the toy—and my head being rewarded with his hot flesh.  It’s a big stretch for him, but he is more than ready for it.

I move on to a toy of his.  It is a curved toy.  Vaguely cock-like with a pronounced bulge at the bottom.  He takes the curve.  I work at the bulge.  Of course, he takes it.

“It feels so much better when you do it, than when I stick it in myself.”

I fuck him with it, making his ass lips huge and pronounced as they accept that final bulge. 

Now, I work my hand in him.  Again, and again.  Then the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg on a stick.  He loves how cool it feels on his hole.  He takes it like a champ after everything that’s come before it.  He loves how the heavy mass of it makes his ass feel.

I go back to my hand.  “Do you want the chain?”  It’s rhetorical, I know the answer.  I work the mid-sized one up him, link by link.  I have him hold it and snap a pic for him.

We try the pink toy that vaguely resembles a fire hydrant.  The head, of course, slips right in.  I work the layer of ball-like nubs in, too.  But it can’t go farther.

I grab the curved, bumpy dick shaped toy GaryM gave me.  Evan is in heaven.  You can truly fuck him with this monster.  And he takes every inch of it.

I now do my largest butt plug, a toy given to me by my brother when he stopped fisting his men.  The head glides in.  Not everyone can take the girth of the next section.  But Evan does.  Without even the help of poppers.  His ass is now open and ready for anything.

I fist again.  I leave my left inside him and slide my cock down my wrist until it is buried in him, too.  I fuck.  I feel my cock glide between my fingers deep inside him.

The large black toy, that has several humps, is up next.  He takes first two easily.  He bottoms out when his ass is halfway onto the third.  This is deeper than most men.  And I tell him so.

“Give me that last new one,” he begs.  He means a black toy from GaryM.  It is shaped sort of like an open hand.  There is a space where the ‘thumb’ is over the curved ‘palm’.  It is made of a very hard plastic.  Evan takes it like a trooper.  I pull the toy out slightly from his hole.  I can just fit my cockhead into the opening left by the ‘thumb’.  I can’t go deep, but Evan loves the look of it as he gazes up into the mirror above the sling.

His hole is tiring.  We go back to a number of the toys we’ve used previously.  Anything else I have on the shelf is way too small for where his hole is now.

Finally, he calls it a night.  I wipe him down, getting the mixture of coconut oil and Crisco off of him.  I spend some quality time with my mouth on his now very pronounced ass lips.  I lick and suck them, loving how they fill my mouth. 

But it is late.  We both need food…and it’s ready for us upstairs…

Hot Photography and 157 Words

 I have a very full day today.  Some life things, some job things and some sex.  This afternoon, I am meeting Braydon at the bookstore so we can fuck in public and hopefully include others.  He has also told me he will be continuing his exploration of my nether regions with his tongue.  Details to follow—in about two weeks.  (Damn, remember when I used to be months behind in detailing my adventures?)

 

 

So, our post today is another great picture that suggests all sorts of stories…

On this hot afternoon, is he waiting for this partner to find him by chance?  Maybe he’s cheating on his partner and his trick off the apps has been told where to find him…

Or he bargained his ass to pay the man who is restoring his car…

I love evocative photography.

 

Happy hump day.  I should have a new post for you on Friday. 

"My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..."

 Near Home—February, 2024

 

I was wanting something different by Monday.  I tried looking online, but I had no luck.  I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck.  And it held…

 

I am in the straight theatre.  Alone for the briefest of moments.  I stroke myself hard.  The door opens.  The bald-headed man comes in.  I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked.   He wastes no time and kneels before me.  His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act.

When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves.  In moments, his partner comes in.  He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job.   He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner.  He actually makes me moan out loud.  When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service.

His partner is back in a few minutes.  There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade.  He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself.  I suck him for a moment when he stands up.  But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth.

I don’t see them again for the rest of the day.

Nothing is happening in here now.  And the video has changed.  One with far too much scene work for its own good.  I go next door.

One man is here.  He is likely in his 70’s.  He’s maintained well, thick set but trim.  He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself.  He smiles as I take out my cock.

“That’s a beauty.”

“You have a great dick, too…”  And he does.  Not as long but just as thick.

He smiles again.  “Think you could help me get off?” 

I nod.  He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles.  Underwear follows.  He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair.  His cock is impressive.  Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head.  I get down in front of him.  His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out.  I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced.  I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. 

He moans.   He sighs.  He jerks himself as I lick his balls.

But I can’t seem to get his nut.  Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum.  He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access.  I keep worming my finger back to his pucker.  I find it and stroke it.  More precum.

I push into him.  He groans and his cock is now a faucet.  I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth.  Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue.

He thanks me for giving him just what he needed.

I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room.  The straight side, too.  I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. 

I stroke.  The porn is good, but a shade young for me.  Finally, the door opens.  A man I’ve never seen before comes in.  He is around my age, maybe just under.  He has a great full beard which is snow white.  The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp.  He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him.  His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it.

We chat.  He is not from around here.  Chicago actually.  Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting.  “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes.

“Go for it.”

He kneels and takes me in his mouth.  Heaven.  The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good.  Great even.  This guy has them beat.  Every move he makes causes me to squirm.  He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls.  

He inhales. “Oh, fuck…”  He begins to lick and savor them.  Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them.  “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…”

That’s my line!  How often have I said that to a guy in these pages??

He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring.  I stroke as he does it.

“Smear that precum on my beard, too.”

I do, loving the feel of that.

Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too.  My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more.

He finally undoes his own pants.  He’s hard, with an average cut cock.  I go down on him.  He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants.  I ask if he wants to get fucked.

“I save my ass for the boyfriend.  And I couldn’t take you anyways…”  His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently.  “I’ll tell you what I really want…”

I look at him.

“I want to eat your ass.” 

I smile.  I stand up and unbuckle my belt.  From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks…

I walk to him and turn around bending slightly.  It’s awkward for both of us.  His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us.

“Let me get on a chair.”

I kneel, my ass jutting towards him.  He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast.  He is just as good at this.  My cock juices as I stroke.

For a moment he stops.  “I want you to cum on my chest.  So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…”

I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue.  He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move.  His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard.  He dives back in, a full face plant.  He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans.

His tongue is driving me crazy.  And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot.

“You want my load?”

He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole.  I stroke a little more.  I move and he rears back, letting me turn.  I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest…

*

We talked a little more.  He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing.  I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex…

My Cock Likes Hole. Any Hole…

 

Near Home—February, 2024

 

Saturday afternoons at the bookstore (not that they sell anything that looks like a book or a magazine anymore) had proved to be a lot of fun.  So, the first Saturday of February, I took off after lunch, not knowing what I would find…

 

I am in the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre.  A very old white man is standing against the wall near me.  He pays me no attention at all—it’s all about the video.  The married Hispanic, the one who always wants to be fucked, but never prepares for it (after all, that would be gay!) walks into the room.  He eyes the old man.  Minutes later, he pulls down his pants, exposing his ass and points it in our direction.  We both look at him, but neither of us give him the nod.  He pulls them back up.  He walks over to the old man and kneels in front of him.  I am surprised.  I can count on one hand the times I have ever seen this guy take a cock in his mouth.

To my surprise, the old man unzips.  The Hispanic goes down on the soft cock presented to him, desperate to get it hard enough for his ass.  It never happens, though he works on him for a good five minutes.

The door opens.  A larger white guy in a ball cap enters.  The Hispanic is up like a shot.  His pants are dropped and his ass presented to the new guy.  And he gets fucked—bent over the waste basket.  Ball Cap motions me over, but I pass.  Eventually the two of them take a break.  And he seems to have been clean enough for the under endowed top.  They go out the door together.

The older man jerks his limp cock a little, but gives up and goes home.

I sit alone and stroke, rather contented.

A straight couple walk in, trailed by three men.  The straight couple is white—he is likely in his 60’s and in decent shape.  She is younger, likely early 50’s. She has kept in good shape.  The men, all white, are 50 and up.  One guy sits across from the couple.  One stands at the back with me and another man hovers by the door.

The couple watch the movie, sitting side by side.  The rest of us watch them.  As the woman has a very vocal orgasm on the screen, the woman stands up and removes her dress.  She is naked beneath but for panties.  Her partner/husband/boyfriend helps her remove these.  She sits down.  He begins to finger her to orgasm.  The men, but for me, begin breathing heavier.  The guy next to me pulls out his dick and strokes.

She gets off noisily.  The man never touches himself, nor does she.

He gives her a second orgasm.

I wonder idly if they just like to show off or do they play with others.  I get the answer a moment later as she stands up and surveys the room.  “Who want to fuck me,” she asks, rather husky and low.  The man next to me, cock out, moves forward. 

She whispers something in his ear.  I assume it’s about condoms, but I’m wrong.  He nods to whatever she said.  She bends, leaning on the seat back in front of her. He takes her from behind, her partner watching every thrust.  He shoots very fast.

“Who’s next?” asks her partner, looking right at me.

I shake my head.  The oldest man in the room totters forward.  I recognize him as a cocksucker that rarely gets any attention here as he shuffles from room to room.  She goes to work blowing him.  You can see the change in him as she makes him feel like a man again.  I go next door before he gets erect.

The Hispanic and Ball Cap are in the gay cinema.  They are fucking, not even pausing as the door opens and I come in.  Again, I am asked to join.  I’m not going there.  No one else is in the room.  I try to watch the movie but it is one of those where they models have to answer dozens of questions before the fuck.  I finally give up and go back.

At the door to the straight theatre, I find the thickly built Black top who loves to pass around his bottoms.  He looks at me, and the door, shaking his head.  “She’s taken over…”

I go in.  More men are standing around.  The very old man she was blowing when I left, is buttoning up his pants.  I casually wonder if he got off—or even hard.  I sit back in my usual spot.  A handsome, younger guy comes over.  I recognize him from here, but haven’t seen him in a long time.  He sits next to me. 

The guy I saw fuck her is ready to go again.  He moves in and once again she leans on the seat back in front of her and takes him from behind.  The handsome man next to me, begins to suck my cock.  I watch the guy fuck her as I feel the hot mouth giving me excellent head.

The guy fucking moans.  Loud.  He gives her another load.  He pulls out and finds he has nothing to clean up with, so I give him a piece of paper towel from my pocket.

“You should fuck her,” he whispers in my ear.  “She wants it in the ass.”

At the same moment, her partner swivels around and looks right at me.  I pause.  And walk towards them.

“Wow,” she says, touching my wet cock.  “I’ve never had one that big back there.”

Her partner encourages her to try it.  The men in the room form a circle to watch us.  She nods to her partner and leans against the chair back.  I step up, turned on by the idea of her never taking anyone so big in her ass, not to mention two loads to fuck in back there.  The head goes in.  She pants.  And pulls off me.  She turns and grabs her partner.  Now he can’t see it—but her shaking body tells him I am back inside her.  Slowly opening her up.  I can feel the loads begin coating my cock.  They help her take every inch of me.

“Oh, my God, I feel like he’s splitting me in two!”

Her partner kisses her—and I begin a very slow fuck.

“Fill her up!” pipes up the guy who shot the two loads in her ass.

I fuck and churn his cum.  It is dripping onto my balls on the back stroke.

She groans into her partner’s shoulder.  “I am so proud of you,” he whispers.

I pick up the pace.  Not drastically, but enough for her to feel it.  And him—as she rocks into him with my thrusts. 

“Take his cock…” he whispers.  “You know you want it…”

“My ass is so full…”

This is news to some of the men watching.  I notice a number of them are jerking now.

I fuck.  I can’t say I’m getting close, but I am trying to will myself to shoot.

And suddenly it’s all over.  She pulls off my dick, whimpering into her partner’s neck.  Then she turns and thanks me, adding “That was incredible.  I never thought I could take you.” 

She gets dressed.  Just the dress.  Leaving the panties off.  The partner pulls me to the side.  “I couldn’t see it, but you gave her more than she’s ever had.  Sorry you didn’t shoot your load.  Most guys cum moments after they go inside her.”

I smile and shake my head.  “I’m not most guys…”

The Playroom Helps Jaylen Push his Limits

 My Playroom—January, 2024

 

At the top of January, Jaylen sent me a text.  (Jaylen is the college aged young man I met first at his apartment and once again when he came to the playroom for his first sling ride.)  He requested a meet.  I asked if he would like me to come back to his place or if he would he rather be in the playroom?  He emphatically chose the playroom. 

We set a date, but his boss needed him to work.  But, being the responsible type, he let me know days in advance.  We delayed it a week—and on the last day of January he arrived in my driveway.  He sent me text that he arrived, being of that generation who don’t believe in doorbells…

 

He stands in the entrance area, with a slight case of nerves.  His fingers keep raking his long hair out of his face.  Jaylen is white, late 20’s and carries some extra pounds.  I hang up his coat in the closet.  He decides to double check his clean out in the bathroom and I take the opportunity to strip down to a jock and boots.  I take him downstairs and he strips, tossing his clothes in the chair as I find slightly more bland porn than I often show.  I hit ‘play’ and turn around.  Jaylen is already on his knees.

I grin and slowly take off my robe, showing the thick mound of cock hidden by the jock pouch.  I deliberately hang the robe up on the door knob.  Jaylen touches himself as he watches.  I move so I am just inches from his face.  I twist the fabric and my cock springs free.  He reaches up and guides me into his mouth.  His tongue is all over my dick head.  He licks and sucks and moans to himself.  Now, he tries to take as much down his throat as he can take.  He ends with about two thirds of me imbedded in his throat.  He pulls off me, panting.

“It didn’t get any smaller…” I offer.

He does it again, making himself choke.  I slap his cheek with my cock, smearing some deep throat spittle on him.  I use my cock head to wipe it up again—and stick it all back into his mouth…

I have lowered the mid-section of the fuck bench before he got here, thinking it might be more comfortable for him.  He gets up on it, kneeling on what is now a padded table.  I eat his ass.

“No one does that like you do,” he mumbles.

I keep going until he is all but begging me to fuck him.  I stand up, hoping I have lubed him enough.  It’s a tight hole.  My head pops in.  He pants as I stay in place.  Then I pull out and eat his ass some more.  I stand up a second time and he takes my whole cock.  I begin the fuck the moment his breathing returns to normal.  We both like the sound of my slim hips thwacking into his full ass.

I remember that he loved ass to mouth.  I pull out and let him taste his ass juices.  He licks me clean.  I fuck him once more, before we move to the sling.

He jumps up and into it like a pro this time.  “I love the sling,” he confirms as I get his ankles into the stirrups.  I eat his hole once more.  And plow it.  Jaylen’s eyes are on the mirror.  He can’t take his eyes off it.

“Would you record me getting fucked?”

I dig out his phone for him and let him get it ready.  I hold it, so he will be able to see close up what my cock looks like as I fuck into him.  I actually pull it out, and bounce it on his ball sack so the camera can see its length, before I work it back into him.

I fuck him and switch the recorder off.  I hand it to him and fuck him harder, now that I have nothing in my hands and I can hang onto the sling frame.

We pause.  “Would you mind going back to the bench, but with the middle section up?” he asks.

I don’t.  I take a sip of tea and crawl under the bench.  In a matter of three minutes or less, it is back in its usual position.

We change over.  I fuck him.  He cleans me.  I grab the smallest butt plug.  He pants heavily, but takes it.  Once it snaps in place, he even likes the feel of it.  I work it out and insert it once more.

We fuck.

We fuck some more, back at the sling, his legs on the floor and his chest supported by the leather.  He likes this—telling me it makes him feel ‘really used.’  This makes me fuck him even harder.

Jaylen gets back into it the normal way.  I fuck him again.   He loves how easily he is taking my dick now.  He asks about the toy with graduated balls getting larger and larger.  I pull it out.  He takes the first two easily.  But I have to work on the third one.

He grabs his cock and jerks as I try to get it inside.  I work the first two out and begin again.  One ball.  Two.  The third, larger than the first two, pops in…

“Fuuuuck!”

He is cumming.   He shoots a big load all over himself.  I lean down and my tongue finds a sweet puddle of cum.  He writhes as I slurp it up.

Then he gets apologetic.   I can still try to fuck him; he thinks he can take it.  I tell him I am fine.  I will breed him the next time we meet…