"Do You Want a Mouth On That?"

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A Happy Muscle Ass

 My Playroom—March, 2024

 

The small group was the perfect way to end the week.  On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days.  My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way.  He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night.  We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. 

Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home.  But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things:  how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. 

It was suddenly late.  “Do we play?” he asked.

I shrugged and we went downstairs.  “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me.  I shrugged and lost my robe.  I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick…

 

His tongue feels incredible.  But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees.  I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support.  But now I can’t reach my dick.  Well, not easily.  And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole.

I let him go for a bit.  He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet.  I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole.  Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. 

“The sling,” I suggest.

“Me or you?”

“You.”

My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard.   I want to fuck.  He hops in.  I hand him his poppers and go to my knees.  It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue.  He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper.

I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil.  I stand up and enter him.  On the second try.  Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit?  He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment.  Poppers are sniffed.  I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside.  Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck.  It builds.  Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it.  My hips are slamming into him.  The sound of our rutting fills the small room.

I pull out.  He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth.  As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM.  He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil.  I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too.

I fuck him again.   Let him clean me again.  This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue…

*

“Damn, you taste good.”

I am in the sling.  Muscle Ass is eating me out again.  I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me.  I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment.  I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling:  how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. 

Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking.  I come back to reality slowly.  How long have I been in the sling?  I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided.  I tell him I need to fuck him again.

We trade places.  I fuck him.  And then go for the toys.  I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker.  The small butt plug goes in easily tonight.  I turn it.  I pound my fist on it.  I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again.

I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size.  He took the first two last time.  The first goes in with ease.   I work a little harder with the second.  I try for the third.  Nope.  He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep.

I go to my finger.  The middle one.  The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool.  I stand up.  I make a better entry into him this time.  I fuck him.  Hard.  My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight.  I fuck.

“Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers.

I fuck him harder.  I am so close.  I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge.  I pull out and kneel.  I plaster my face into his used ass.  It does the trick.  I’m there.  I stand up and realize I will not make it into him.  I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off.  I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it.  Some I finger into his ass.  For a moment I think he’s going to shoot.  I think he does, too.  And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs.  I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop.  His hole is happy—that’s all that matters…

Two Million Strong

 

 Well, well.  It’s time for a little celebration.  Moments ago, we hit the 2,000,000 visitors mark here at From My Side of the Sling.    Two million!  With fourteen years of posts to savor...

As I have said before, I know that men who post a ton of pictures of naked men likely get outlandishly higher numbers—and much faster.  I know I am not a mainstream site.  Not even a gay mainstream site, so I am rather proud of where we are.

You’ve also heard me say that the number of daily visitors has slipped in the last six to eight months.  While we are not totally back to what we had before, the number of daily hits has been steadily climbing lately.  I hope it continues.

I wouldn’t be writing this post if I did not have loyal readers.  Thank you.  Whether you have been here from the first or found this site last week, I appreciate your presence here.  And to those who take the time to comment, a special thank you for keeping the site interactive.

I still love sharing my sex life.  I still believe in telling the truth—not jacking up my accounts into the world of fiction.  There are still lots of places my dick is going to lead me—and you’ll hear all about it…

Night of the Long Dicks (A Cummy Conclusion)

 Grand Rapids—March, 2024

(Picking up where we left off…)

The moment I say it, coming up from licking the Host’s ass, Latin Top pulls him around by the hips and sinks his long dick into him.  The Host groans out his pleasure.  Tall Top slides into the Young Cub.  I am still on my knees from rimming the Host.  Latin Top’s ass is right there.  Careful not to break his rhythm, I make my tongue connect with his hole on the back stroke.  He grunts his approval, and even slows his fuck speed, bending a little to give me better access.  I dig in, eating his hole and licking his balls, that are smashed up against the Host’s ass.

I come up for air and he resumes fucking.  Then he pulls his cock out of the Host and presents it to my eager mouth.  I clean the juices off him.

“Now you fuck him.”

I stand up and do just that.  His fingers caress my ass as I fuck.  I fuck harder—and then pull out.  He goes to his knees and cleans my dick just as eagerly as I did his.   The Host pivots around and licks my balls at the same time.

Partners are changed. I let Latin Top fuck the Young Cub on all fours.  The Host worms his way under the cub so he can suck his dick at the same time.  I fall into a 69 with the Tall Top…

*

Tall Top is back inside the Host.  He lies there from where I left him and the Host is riding his wet cock.  They are lost in their own world.  Latin Top and I take Young Cub back to the sling.  I go first.  Rim and fuck and let the other top clean me up.  Then he rims and fucks the cub and I clean him.

It’s my turn to fuck.  I go to my knees to eat out Young Cub’s juicy hole.  He is making lube like crazy.  Coconut oil is everywhere.  Not to mention all that precum of ours.  I groan as my tongue finds it all.  I feel the movement beside me rather than see it.  Latin Top has joined me on his knees.  I move aside so he can have a taste.  He moans just as deeply as he laps up the combined juices.  He pulls out and pulls me towards him.  We kiss.  There is a mirror suspended from the ceiling.  Young Cub watches us make out, sharing all the juices from his thoroughly fucked ass.   “Fuck, that’s hot…” he whispers.

We break the kiss and I go back in for more.  This time, Latin Top holds me in place.  I quite like the feel of his big hand on the back of my head as I slurp up more ass juice.  But I need to catch a breath.  I try to—and can’t.  It is an interesting mix of panic and heightened excitement.  Just as I am about to push away more forcefully, he lets me go and pulls me into another sloppy kiss…

*

We are back to fucking Young Cub in the sling.  Whoever is not in his ass is standing to the side making the cub lick their dick clean.

Suddenly, there is a gasp from the bedroom.  Tall Top has just shot.  We all want to be there.  The Host lies, exhausted and panting, on one side of the bed.  Latin Top is there first.  He dives into the Host’s hole.  I clean up Tall Top.  Young Cub stands to the side jerking his cock.

“Let me fuck him.” 

Latin Top moves aside.  We all watch Young Cub pull the Host onto his knees.  His slightly above average cock slides into the cummy hole.  “You want more cum?” he grunts out.

“Load me,” pants the Host.  “Give it to me.”

It takes no time at all.  Young Cub shoots a load that just keeps on coming, making him shake.   The moment he pulls out, two things happen.  Latin Top bends Young Cub over and begins to fuck him ruthlessly.  The Host pulls me down to lie on the bed—and he sits on my face.  My tongue finds his puffy ass lips and parts them.  Instantly, I get a drip of cum in my mouth.  He pushes a little.  Now it is a stream.  A steady drip.  My cock is rock hard as I eat the mix of two men’s seed from the Host’s hot ass. 

As much as I would like to watch Latin Top load Young Cub, I am right where I want to be.  I hear the cum shot instead of see it. The Host rolls off my face.  “Go eat some more.”  He goes for Latin Top’s cock and clean him up and I dive into Young Cub’s slick ass crack.

“Eat my load!” Latin Top rasps out. 

I taste it, but it’s deep with that long dick of his.  I rear back and fuck in it instead. 

“Fuuuuuck…” moans Young Cub.

“Churn that load,” from the Host, pulling off the spent dick in his mouth.

I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  Ready to shoot.                   

And I do.  I gasp and hold on to his hips.  I can’t move for a long time.  The other three go downstairs.

“Stay,” I whisper in the cub’s ear.

He’s not going anywhere.

I slide out and move down.  I have truly churned the loads and my big flared cock head has dragged them out.  I lick and swallow.  My cock will not go down.  I jerk it as I lick him out.

And I suddenly think there is more.  I take a hit of his poppers—and push inside.  I spray more cum into his overused hole…

Night of the Long Dicks (Part One)

 Grand Rapids—March, 2024

The man who organizes and hosts great group sex at his home, sent me a text.  A top had suggested that he try a smaller number of guys.  The host was aiming for three tops and two bottoms.  Would I be interested in coming north to play?  I would.  He asked for me to bring the rimseat.  I packed it and set off after an early dinner…

 

I look at my phone as I park.  The text tells me to just come in the house for the host is already taking dick.  I go in.  I can hear the Host moaning upstairs.  I leave the rimseat on the dining room table (how appropriate!) and strip to my jock and boots.  I tuck my lube in my waist band and go upstairs.  At the top, to the right, is his bed—empty.  To the left of the stairs is the sling room where, tonight, there is also a couch against one wall.   The Host is grinding his petite ass down on a long dick.   I can see nothing of the top but his long legs.

Instinct takes over.  I kneel and begin licking the balls of the top.  The are awash with coconut oil and the Host’s ass juices.  I grunt.  The Host reaches behind him and rubs the freshly cropped hair on my head in welcome.  And then he pulls off the dick.  It slaps me on the chin before I dive for it and tongue him clean.

“Now fuck him,” says the top, who I still can’t really see.

I lube up and enter the Host for the first of many times that night.  It’s an awkward angle, but still hot.  His small ass is stretched and ready for dick.  He takes me, squeezing down on me as I fuck.  My legs are in a deep knee bend to fuck him.  It can’t last long.  I pull out and the Host suggests we move to the bed.

I see the other top.  He is a man I’ve not met before at these gatherings.  He is tall and rangy, around my age, with only slightly receding dark hair.  His dick is long and thin.  And he can’t stop talking about my cock.  “That thing is huge.”

The moment we are on the bed, the two men begin licking me.  The top is on my juicy cock and the Host is licking my balls. 

“You like the taste of his ass on my dick?” I grunt out.

He groans his assent and keeps cleaning me up.  The tall top finally comes up for air. 

“Let me see you fuck him.  The Host goes to all fours and I plow into him.  After a moment, the Host crawls on top of Tall Top, his knees on either side of his chest.  Tall Top wraps his arms around him and holds him in place.  I fuck him harder now.

When I pull out, they both slobber over my cock.  This makes Tall Top incredibly vocal.  He pulls off my dick and fucks the Host roughly, calling him names and telling just what we are going to do to him tonight.

And a younger, versatile cub, well known to me from our bigger sessions arrives. (Young Cub is truly vers—at the big groups he loves to fuck until he loads someone and then he’s all submissive bottom for the rest of the night.)  He kneels and gives me head as the others continue to fuck.  Soon everyone is taking turns sucking on everyone else.  As Tall Top sucks Young Cub, I go behind him and begin to rim the new arrival.  He bends, to let me in between his full ass cheeks.  The Host lies on the bed, stroking to the two tops working over his friend.  Then he takes over the cock sucking.  I keep slurping at his hole.

“Side by side.  On all fours,” I bark out.

Young Cub and the Host do just what I command.  I push some coconut oil up Young Cub.  Tall Top adds some to his own cock.  He slides into the host just as my dick pops through Young Cub’s tight pucker.

Young Cub gasps.  “I never start with your cock.  Shit!”

But he is tonight.  And taking it beautifully.  I love side by side action.  We fuck our respective bottoms in very different rhythms.  The temperature in the room climbs.

“Let’s switch.” 

We both pull out and move to the new man.  I love that we both go to our knees and eat out the man that the other has just been fucking.  Tall Top is every bit as piggish as I am.  At the same time, we stand up and enter the other man.  Fuck, they feel so different.  Young Cub just starting the night of debauchery and the Host already wet and sloppy.  We both plow into their asses relentlessly.

We switch again.  Tall Top flips the host onto his back and fucks him, panting hard. 

“Let’s go to the sling,” Young Cub whispers.  We do.  I eat his well fucked hole for a long time.  As I stand, I can still see the fucking on the bed.  This is a treat for me.  I have fucked Young Cub many times, but he is always in demand at the bigger groups.  It’s great to spend more time working his ass.

 “It’s odd,” he whispers to me at one point to.  “I rarely get fucked when my dick’s still hard.  It actually makes me even hornier.” 

My wet cock head has been teasing his hole as he says this.  I push in.  He groans as his hole flowers open.  I fuck him long and hard.  I take my wet dick to his mouth.  He cleans me as best he can from the side of the sling.  I go back and eat his ass.  He is now wet.  Really wet.  I eat and spit and share some of his juices with him, leaning across his body to feed him.

I fuck him again.  This time standing still, but pushing the sling away from me and pulling it back to slap into my hips.  Young Cub loves this.

I eat his hole.  When I stand up Latin Top, a young man with a shaved head and a regular here and at my bookstore, is standing next to us.  He watches me fuck, stroking his long, thick cock.  I ask if he wants a turn.  He does, briefly, pounding away into Young Cub.

Then the three of us go into the bedroom.

The guys on the bed welcome us back. Five mouths are everywhere.  Cocks are sucked.  Asses are eaten.

“Jeez,” says Tall Top.  “Another big dick.”

I come up from eating out the Host’s used hole.  “It’s the Night of the Long Dicks...”

 

(I didn’t know this would be a two part-er, but there is still so much to tell…so until next time!)

I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass

 My Playroom—February, 2024

 

Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts.  He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time.  I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks.  (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.)  We kept chatting.  And we both got hornier.  Finally, I gave in.  I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday.  He jumped at it.

I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed.  I sent a text.  He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink.  We chatted a little as I made tea.

He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs.  I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum…

 

I stand by the base of the sling.  He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday.   I am hard.  He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me.  He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit.  I move aside and he hops in the sling.  I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him.  I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet.

“I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me.  I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical.  I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time.  I stand up.  I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle.  I slide in.  He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers.  The moment the cap is on, he is ready.  I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck.  Slow and deep.  He groans.  I speed up.  I am fucking hard now.  I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. 

I go back to his ass and fuck him again. 

Once more he cleans me. 

The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick.  When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own.  He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick.  But it goes in.  He sighs when it snaps into place.  I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open.

I go back.  The toy comes out.  I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again.  I fuck him.  I grab the egg headed dildo.  I smear it with the oil.  He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head.  (and he wants my hand?)  I replace the toy with my dick.  One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench.

We move to the other station.  The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest.  He gets on it.  His ass is spread naturally.  I kneel and eat him out.  Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side.  “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.”

This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible.  I stand up and fuck.  Muscle Ass groans.  I pick up the speed.  My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass.  The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible.

I pull out for more ATM.  Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him.  He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth.  He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole.  I go back for another fuck.  Another cleaning.

“I want to lick your ass.”

I get in the sling.

MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum.  His tongue goes down the shaft.  He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass.  I groan…and lose track of time.  He fucks me with his tongue.  He licks in and around my pucker.  He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue.  This makes both of us want more.  He goes back to his knees and begins it all again.

A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world.  I tell him we should switch.  He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play.  He takes the cool metal easily now.  I start to crank.  Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate.  He groans.

“Wider!”

I do it.  I keep cranking.  Two fingers go in to fill him up.

 He moans.  I keep cranking.  I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. 

Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place.  I fuck him, nice and slow.  The metal is no longer cool.  It is the temperature of his hot ass.  I take a picture of me in him, too.

I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. 

I fuck him again.  He is actually easier to get into.  I grab the ball toy.  Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third.

The porn concludes.  This means it is midnight.  And I am feeling it.

I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load.  But I know I am trying too hard. 

I let him rim me a little more.  Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. 

We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not.  I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… 

A Late Night with Muscle Ass

 My Playroom—February, 2024

 

He found me on BBRT.  We quickly progressed to text.  He was from out of state and working in Michigan.  He wanted to be used hard.  As we chatted, it became obvious we were a good fit.  He loved the idea of my playroom over his hotel bed.  He loved the blog and couldn’t wait to be in it.  He chose his blog name himself:  Muscle Ass.

He arrived right on time for an evening of hard use…

 

Muscle Ass is Italian and well built.  His arms look huge.  He wears a jock and a matching cloth harness. He is standing in the playroom, looking at the porn.  He has forgotten a cock ring.  I pull some out—and then find a soft latex one that GaryM left behind.  He puts it on.

“Now let me suck that cock…”

I stand by the base of the sling so he can kneel on the padded part of the floor.  He devours my dick.  He’s good.  I love the way he includes my balls.  His tongue is restless, exploring every inch of my dick.

I let out an appreciative moan.   “I really want to taste your ass,” I finally tell him.  Muscle Ass climbs up on the bench.  He’s not lying.  It is a thickly muscled butt.  The kind you have to pull the cheeks apart.  I do just that.  And dig in. His hole is damp from the shower.  His hole is responsive to my tongue.  MA groans and his hole opens slightly.  My tongue goes deeper.  He is one of those men who self-lube and he is getting wetter by the minute.  I slobber a ton of spit into him.  I am stroking my cock with coconut oil.  I spit one last time and stand up. 

I push.  His hole is not a straight shot.  But I sink into him.  He is tight, but he quickly relaxes and his hole welcomes me in.  I fuck, with slow, long strokes.  I pull out.

“Give it to me.”

I walk around and he devours my cock.  He groans around the thick shaft in his mouth, making my dick vibrate.  I let him clean me up before I go back to his muscle ass.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I fuck again, still taking an extra moment to find the right angle to get into him.  I fuck him hard…and send him up to the shower for a quick rinse.

Once we’ve cleaned up, we move to the sling.  I eat his freshly rinsed hole and fuck him hard.  I see his hands constantly fondling the wrist restraints that hang from the chain above the D rings.  I know he wants them on him.  I pull out of his ass and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  I fasten the first restraint on him as he sucks my dick.  I pull out of his mouth, my wet cock swinging, as I fasten the second restraint.  I go back and do the same for his ankles.  He waits, expectantly.  I just go to my knees and lick his ass.  And fuck him.  And give him his ass juices to taste once again.

“You said you wanted to eat my ass?” I ask.

He nods.  Enthusiastically.  We change places in the sling.  I keep my legs on the chains at first.  He digs into me. He likes my hole—and tells me so, telling me he loves how tight I am.  He begins to rim me, trying to get as deep as I got into him. 

I take the stirrups, slip them down to my knees and then fasten them next to my head.  This position lifts my ass up and gives him full access.  He licks and spits.  “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you?” 

I tell him his tongue is great—and all I need.

I lose track of time.  He is right where he wants to be—so neither of us are bothered by it.  I come back to reality and tell him I want to use the restraints.  He assumes I will attach him to the sling, but instead I flatten out the bench to the table position.  I add the mat on top.  He sits and rolls onto his back.  I hook the spreader bar between the ankle restraints.  

“Hold this.”

He takes it. 

“Pull it to your chest.”

He does and that muscle ass rolls up and into position.  I lick and fuck him.  When I pull out, I push the bar even closer to him, changing the angle slightly.  I fuck him once more.

Once I detach the bar, I grab the hogtie and at hook all four restraints to it.  His eyes glaze as I push them down and fuck his ass once again…

*

We take a break, sitting on the bed.  He is eyeing the rimseat.  I pull it out.  “Who’s under it first?” I ask.

He wants to be.  He gets under.  And poppers up.  I lower the seat and sit on his handsome face.  As always, I am amazed at how different it feels—how my hole is so exposed to his probing tongue.  I take a hit myself and watch the porn on the big screen television.  His tongue is deep and his cock is rock hard—jutting out of the soft pouch of his jock.  I let him work on me for a long time.

I stand up and help him to his feet.  “I want to fuck you once more before I eat your hole.”

I instruct him to just lean in, chest to the sling.  I fuck him.  I pull out so just my head is still in his ass.  I let go a couple of spurts of piss.  Muscle Ass groans.

I get under the rimseat.  He sits.  My tongue pokes into him.  It’s not a lot of piss, but just a nice trickle into my mouth as I tongue him.  The fuck has reactivated all his ass juices.  It’s a heady concoction.  My own cock begins to drool heavily as I slurp it all down.

“I need to breed you,” I mumble.

“Where?”

“Sling!”

He gets into the sling and finds the stirrups with ease.  I kneel and lick his wet hole once more.  I stand up and push in. 

“Give it to me,” he groans.

It takes just a few strokes.  It’s late and I need to explode.  Just thinking that sends me off.  A big load, spurted deep.

I pant and grab the bars above the sling.  Muscle Ass is squeezing down on me.  Hard.  He is jerking his own dick.  “Don’t pull out…”

I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.  In another moment he shoots his cum all over his abs.  He’s a massive shooter.  His ass relaxes and I slide out.  My hand swipes through his load.  I smear it on his gaping pucker—and lick up the mix of his cum and mine, which is leaking from his ass…

The Promise of Things to Come

 I have a very full day today of ‘life’ stuff—and a long, hot post is next in the cue. 

So once again my 1000+ words for the day will need to be a picture. 

I love ass, of course.  And the hair.  But here I really love the promise of what will soon be revealed…

Have a great Monday!

"Any Time You See Me"

 Near Home—February, 2024

 

I came home from the bathhouse fully sated.  Or so I thought.  But when I awoke on Saturday, all I could think about was more sex.  So, I worked around the house in the morning and had a light lunch.  From past experience, I remembered that Saturday afternoons at the bookstore usually had quite a mix of men.  Off I went…

 

The parking lot is almost half full.  As I grab my water bottle and tuck it into my coat pocket, three men leave the building, looking very pleased with themselves.  They all get in different vehicles, and suddenly the lot seems to be a little sparse. 

I go in.

The straight theatre is empty but for the guy who strokes his dick with a condom on it using his latex gloved hand.  He is slumped in the corner, turning the cocksucker’s seat into a spot for a nap.  I actually wake him up by closing the door.

I sit.

He strokes for a bit, before nodding off again.

The video is good and I wait for the afternoon crowd to arrive.

But they don’t.

One man, clearly intent to just watch the video, comes in and sits way in front of me so I can’t see him take his dick out.

I wait.

I finally go next door to the gay theatre.  There is one man here.  A larger guy in his late 40’s.  He is stroking to the very young twinks on the screen.  I pull my cock out and sit across from him.  He glances at me, but is much more interested in the young guys on the screen.

We sit there for two long scenes of the video.  Finally, I ask if he wants any help with his dick.  To my surprise, he nods.  I kneel in front of him.  It’s a small cock, very red and wet.  And ready to go.  I get his load in under 30 seconds.

He leaves.  I go next door as the twinks are now being forced to act.

No change here, except the man way down front has finished up and left.  This time, the closing of the door does not disturb the sleep of latex guy.

I stroke.

I go for a piss.  On the way to the restroom, I see a couple of men buy passes for the arcade.  I think about doing the same, but I really hate how cramped it is in there.  I go back to the gay theatre.  The movie has changed.  A good Skynmen flick.   

I stroke.

The door opens.  A handsome guy in his 30’s enters.  I’m sure I’ve seen him here before.  He has a great, very well kept, beard (reminding me of Jacob).  He stands in the far corner from me, but in my line of sight.  His hand goes into his open fly.

And I remember.  A few months ago, he had tried a number of mouths—and no one could get him off.  I told him I’d do it right…and got his load.

We chat.  The video, the weather, the time I saw him here before.

He remembers me. 

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

He finally takes out his dick.

“Would you suck me off again?”

I get up and go to him.  I kneel.  His cock gets fully hard by my doing just that.  I take him into my mouth.  He’s above average, but still of a size where I can do all my tongue work.  He sighs and holds on to my shoulders. 

I do every trick on him I know. 

“I love that you swallow…” he murmurs.

I don’t have to work very long on him.  His breathing changes.  His cock explodes.  It’s a young man’s big load.  Thick and creamy.

He let’s me clean him up.  Every drop.

“You can suck my dick any time you see me,” he grins as he zips up and leaves.

I make one more tour.  Nothing has changed.  I cut my losses and call it a day…

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Here is a link to my first meet with the guy with the hipster beard:  Finishing the Job