The Days Before IML

 At My Computer—May, 2024

 

I drove home, in the early hours, after my time with Osvaldo.  I got up late (for me) and had a lazy Saturday.  But by Sunday, I was ready for sex.  I obviously couldn’t go to my usual haunt after the accident.  I checked online.  The bookstore—the one that had remodeled into a playspace along with the usual screens—had Sunday hours.  I decided to go. 

I pulled into the lot.  It was closed.  No notice on the building.  The hours posted on the door said it should be open.  Two other men were in the parking lot, waiting.  I went to an antiques mall—and came back an hour later.  Still closed.

I went home. 

The day I found out about the accident I had cashed in some reward points and gotten a bisexual DVD from Biphoria.   I went to the playroom to play it.  I loved the first scene.  Good scene set up, smoking sex—a threeway with 2 men and a young woman.  Everyone’s hole was available.  The trains they did on each other were just what I wanted to see.  Loads were shared amongst the three participants, everyone hungry for them. 

I knew I had a big load myself from watching.  I went to the freezer and added it to the devil’s dick I had started this spring (and had forgotten about.)

The next afternoon I went down for the second scene.  It froze up in the middle of it.  I tried washing the disc.  Twice.  No better.  I took it back and exchanged it for another disc from the same company.  First scene of this one was also good.  I checked the next scene.  It froze around the same time frame as the other disc. 

I took it back and got some gay porn from Skynmen.  But I was really wanting to see more from Biphoria.  I went online.  I found free scenes on a number of the online porn sites.  I jacked like a 20-year-old.  I couldn’t get enough.  Especially of a young man named Hatler Gurius: covered in tats, huge cock, totally vers and up for anything.

That night, I had to move the condom of frozen cum out of the shot glass—as it was now full.  I let it hang into a pill bottle.

The next night I found two or three orgies made by the same company.  Always a couple more men than women.  All about moving effortlessly from hole to hole.  Mouths cleaning cocks constantly.  All raw. And all sex juices treated as liquid gold.

The devil’s dick now has eight big loads of frozen cum for some lucky bottom.

*

I was not planning on sharing this.  But somehow it seemed like I should.  After all, it is what I did on those days leading up to IML. It stoked the fires for that trip.

Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion)

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Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One)

 Grand Rapids—May, 2024

 

Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session.  We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me.  As always, I got there first.  (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!)  Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.)  At my locker, I stripped down to my socks and a slightly used jock.  I put my boots back on, added my wrist band and threw the towel over my shoulder…

The place seems busy.  A few men are in rooms, ass up and looking.  It is “Blackout Night” which really means some porn screens are turned off and the general lighting is somewhat dimmer.  The downstairs lounge is almost dark—and has two mattresses on the floor.  I make a mental note and go upstairs.

The main sitting area has more men, stroking and watching the new arrivals.  I nod to them.  The sling is empty, but opposite, in the dark corner behind the fuck bench, a blow job is happening.  I watch for a moment, but I seem to be in the way, so I move off to the big screen porn viewing area.

“Do you want to sit?”

It’s a tall, white man, around my age.  He is as lanky as I.  He is naked, sitting on his towel.  The seating here is true theatre seating.  His hand holds the seat down that is next to him.  I sit, getting my towel under me.  He chats about this and that.  It’s a hot night for May—and being next to the sauna raises the temperature in the room even more.  In moments his large hand is on my mound of cock hidden under the pouch.

“You have a nice bulge.”

“Thanks.”

“I have a big dick, too.”

His hand takes mine and guides it to his hard cock.  He is girthy, perhaps, but not quite 6 inches.  I just nod.

“I’m usually the biggest guy here, but you might have me beat.”  His hand fumbles under the jock pouch, pulling it to the side.  I spring to life.  “Yeah, you are a little bigger—though not by much.” 

I just smile and nod.  And then he begins to jerk me.  His hand is rough.  I pull out my lube.  He gets the idea and spits in his hand instead.  And it is better—but why can’t he just suck my dick?  I put up with it until it begins to chafe again.  I make my excuses and go wander.

In my previous travels around the place, I’d nodded to a young Hispanic man.  I find him now behind the gloryhole wall.  He is jerking himself, seemingly trying to get hard.  I have not tried to put my cock away.  It is semi-hard and sticking obscenely out the side of the pouch.  His eyes light up.  And he takes me in his hand.  And jerks me.  His hands are softer, but it’s not what I want.

“Put it in your mouth…”

He looks at me, quizzically.  But he goes to his knees and begins sucking me.  He’s not great.  Maybe not even good, but the expression on his face makes up for it.  It is a delightful mix of pleasure and incredulity at what he is doing.  I pull out of his mouth and wipe the spit on his cheeks.  His eyes widen.  I push back into his mouth.  I’m in control now.  I fuck his face slowly and very shallowly. 

His own cock is now rampant.  He’s jerking himself like mad.  There is movement in the small corridor that leads to this space.  Someone is approaching.  The guy is petrified.  He leaps up and pushes past me.  An elderly Black man appears and chuckles, correctly guessing what just happened.  But he doesn’t pick up where the guy left off. 

I go out—and meet Osvaldo coming up the stairs.  We hug.  I lead him to the fuck bench.  I face him towards the wall.  Two men are seated in the dark corner exchanging head.  A third is stroking and watching the pair.  I have now given them something new to watch.

I go my knees and begin tonguing ass.  Osvaldo is damp—from the shower and soon from my tongue pushing deep into him.  It is making him pant.  The stroker makes eye contact with me.  I pull out of his ass and say “Let him suck it.”  The guy does, giving Osvaldo a long, thin cock to suckle.  I redouble my efforts, licking and spitting into his hole.

I stand up and insert.  Osvaldo stops sucking, gasping at the invasion into his hole. 

“Fuck, that’s a nice one,” says the guy who is now back in Osvaldo’s mouth. 

I grin and begin the first fuck of the night.  The first of the countless times my cock will be in him during the next few hours.  He is wet—and getting wetter with every stroke.  He is a great self-luber.  Just the idea of two men in him at the same time has made him wetter still.  He bucks back on me—meeting every stroke.

The guy in his mouth pulls out.  He’s afraid to shoot too soon.  One of the guys from the blowjob duo stands up.  He is younger than anyone here but Osvaldo and the other Latin guy.  His dick sways as he advances towards us.

“My turn,” he says as he sticks his large cock into Osvaldo’s face.  Osvaldo takes him—and makes himself gag on purpose.  The three of us love that he coughs up some deep throat spittle.  He wraps it around the guy’s cock and sucks him down again.

“Both holes are available I tell the guy, who is happily standing still and a little dazed, by his good luck.

“Well, fuck yeah!”  We stay in place a moment—but then I pull out.  I step to the side.  The guy comes around and fucks into Osvaldo’s hole.  “Damn, he’s wet…you cum already?”

I shake my head and give Osvaldo my cock with a “Clean me up.”

“This is a great ass,” the guy says between strokes.  “I could cum if I’m not careful.”

“He’s looking for loads,” I tell him.  “We both love to play in other men’s cum.”

The guy picks up speed.  I’m thinking he might load him.  I pull out of his mouth and move closer, slapping my wet cock on Osvaldo’s back.  The guy grins, showing off for me.  He really pounds Osvaldo, who, without a cock in his mouth, begins to moan and pant.

Suddenly, the guy pulls out.  “I won’t cum just yet, but I’d love to load him later.”

“We’ll be here.”  He nods.  I go to my knees.  “Let me clean your dick.”

He loves this.   It dripping with Osvaldo’s ass jizz.  I swallow hungrily.  I come off his cock and lick his clenched, tight balls.  The guy groans and pats my head, before taking off.

I bury my face in Osvaldo’s juicy ass.  Did the guy actually shoot?  He’s so damn wet.  I don’t care.  I just lick up the juices and then fuck in what’s left again.

This time it’s Osvaldo’s turn to clean cock.  He does. Every bit as hungrily…

“Can we go to my room?”

I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there.  I am happy to get it out of the way.  We troop downstairs.  He’s in a single room this time.  I lay on the narrow bed.  Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft…

 

(A lot more to cum next time….)

The Accident

 Near Home—May, 2024

 

After my great breeding of the young daddy on Saturday, I was quite content.  Coming up, I had a bathhouse visit to play with Osvaldo, the Latin young man who loves to film me using him.  Of course, I ended up wanting more before that trip was to happen.  I went to my usual bookstore.

But something was up.  There were only two cars in the lot.  And a series of barricades along the front of the building.  I went in.  The manger greeted me.  Before I could ask, she told me…

A few days earlier, before 7am, a drunk driver, going at least 70 miles an hour in the middle of downtown, had careened off the street in front of the store and smashed into the west wall of the building, demolishing it.  This wall was the common wall that held the large television screens for the side-by-side theatres I love.  The car continued on into the gay theatre, causing the wall that separates the two theatres to collapse into the straight theatre.  The car wound up right where I usually sit, its bumper smashing the cocksucker’s seat.  The car, or the falling masonry, destroyed every chair in both theatres.  The television screen in the gay theatre was broken into such tiny bits, they couldn’t even find recognizable pieces.  The other screen, in the straight theatre was also destroyed.

If it had happened while we were all here, she concluded, people would have surely been killed.

There are plans to bring back a version of the theatres.  It looks like the arcade will be torn out as no one is using it now.  Everyone prefers the theatres.  The arcade space will become one big viewing area with many screens showing a wider variety of porn.  The price will go up.  The old space, rebuilt will become retail area or storage.

This changes so much in my sex routine.  It was such a good, cheap way to actually mingle with men and get off the apps (that are spotty, at best, in west Michigan.)  It may impact how often I go.  And so many questions…Will actual play be an option in the new space?  Will the regulars pay more?  Or even return—though there is no other real option in this area.

It may even impact how often I write a blog post.  The other two sex venues that are ‘close’ are two or three times the distance from my home.

*

This is self-posting on Saturday.  I will be in Chicago.  It’s IML weekend.  I am doing IML Lite again.   I am seeing friends and going to the massive piss party hours after this piece posts.  Details to come.

*

I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if the accident had happened in the afternoon—on his way home from drinking his lunch.  At least I’d have gone out with a hard cock…

“You Want an Even Bigger One?”

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The Reward: A Mammoth Load

 Near Home—May, 2024

So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming.  Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday.  But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son.  Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday.  But suddenly his work got in the way of that.  Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to reschedule, he went totally quiet.  I might have gone back to my usual hunting ground right after he cancelled, but I waited until Friday, thinking it might be better. 

And indeed, it was.  Not perfect, but good.  And that was enough…

 

The straight theatre has six or seven men in it.  I can’t sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  I find one against the wall.  There is a man standing against the back wall.  His thick dick is out and hard.  He doesn’t stroke it.  He just stands there.  Waiting?  With his expressionless face it’s hard to tell.  A man, slightly younger than me with a shaved head, is in the cocksucker’s seat.  But he doesn’t seem interested in that hard cock two feet from him.  A man in front of me is obviously stroking.  I can’t see anything, but we can all hear his moist hand beating his dick.  He looks only at the screen—so we all assume he wants to be left alone.

A man around my age comes in.  I recognize him and am fairly sure we’ve played.  He is short and flashes a terrific smile at me as he sits in the chair across the aisle from me.  He takes his cock out instantly, working it very fast to full erection.

There is something about the energy of the room that keeps us apart.  I nod to him, stand, stuff my cock back in my pants and go next door.  There is a younger bearded man here, his pants around his ankles, stroking a very small cock.  I sit and wait. 

The door opens.  The guy with the terrific smile has followed me in.  He stands against the back wall, in the corner behind the entrance door, his cock out and—as I soon learn—drooling.  I go to him and take the wet shaft in my mouth.   He sighs.  He let’s me suck.  Then he fucks my face a little.  But his cock is not as hard now.  I figure it out.  He needs to be sucking me.  I stand.  He bends and his mouth sucks me deep into his throat.  He’s good.  But he’s not going to get my load, ten minutes into my time here.

“You close?” he asks.

I tell him it feels great, but I’m not close.

“I am.  You want it?”

He straightens up.  His cock is rampant again from his sucking me.  I go back to my knees and swallow his thick load after just a little more tongue work.  He does himself up as I stand.  The young bearded man has moved around to watch. 

As the guy with the smile leaves, the bearded guy asks if he can suck.  I let him.  He is enthusiastic but not good.  His teeth keep catching the edge of my cock head.  I tell him to lick my sweaty balls.  He is good at that.  And loves the flavor.  He never goes back to my dick—he stays right there, licking my hairy sack and jerking his tiny dick.   When I suggest we take a break, I notice there is a pool of semen of the floor from his cock…

*

I go back to the straight theatre. Men have shifted.  The man with the hard cock (and no takers) is gone.  The guy with the shaved head has moved to where I sat originally.  He still looks at me like he might want me, but can’t bring himself to make a move.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.

A regular comes in.  He is my age and almost twice my weight.  He is a talker; he loves to critique the video.  He sits next to me and does just that, groping himself first, then replacing my hand in stroking my shaft.

The shaved head guy to the side watches us.  The long-haired guy goes from stroking me to leaning across me and sucking.  It’s a lousy angle.  But it feels good enough to let him continue.  I finally ask my long-haired sucker to take a break.  The shaved head guy stands.  Is he finally going to ask to suck me?  Nope.  He’s out the door.  The long-haired guy follows him.

I am alone for a moment.  The couple, who come here to both suck as much dick as possible, make an appearance.  The better sucker—and the one who hates having my cock wet beforehand—smiles at me and leaves.  I trade blow jobs with his shaved head partner.  He does me first.  And, when he’s super hard from sucking me, has me blow him.  Neither of us are trying for orgasm. 

Always restless, he leaves to check in with his partner.  I go piss.  When I return, there stands the guy with his hard on jutting out of his pants.  He does not look at me as I pass him, or when I sit, or even when I pull out my cock to jerk.

I fist my dick and he stands there, jutting straight out.  Once, after a huge facial on the big screen television, he adjusts himself slightly, pulling his balls free from behind the zipper.  Is he just showing off?  Or does he want to be sucked?  It’s an easy slide out of my seat and onto my knees.  If he rebuffs me—who really cares?

Without a word my mouth touches his cock.  He does not look at me, make a sound or pull away.  I take him deep in my throat.  He is thick enough to make me really work at it.  But I can instantly tell I am doing something right, as his cock begins to precum constantly.  I deep throat him again, and then concentrate on his head, swabbing it with my tongue.  Drilling into his piss slit.  My hands have found his bull balls.  I stroke them as I suck.  Over and over, my fingers moving behind them to tantalize his perineum. 

Then my tongue goes to his balls.  My hand gently jerks his dick as I lick the wrinkled sack.  I still can’t get a sigh, much less a moan, out of him.  My tongue on his nuts is increasing the already heavy precum flow.  I move back to his cock.  I do a repetitive deep throat on him—as if he were fucking my face.  Though he still stands stock still.

And he’s there.  His load is mammoth.  Jolt after jolt of semen is spat into my mouth.  I swallow rapidly, not wanting to choke or let any get away.  It’s an incredibly hot moment.  A true reward.

He let’s me keep him in my mouth until he’s done.  Until I’ve licked up every drop.  Until he realizes there is nothing to mop up with the handkerchief he’s found.  Now he’s talkative.  He thanks me profusely.  Tells me how good it was.  And how much he needed it after a hard week.

He leaves.  I walk around.  The store has emptied.  It’s earlier than I usually leave, but I can’t imagine anything better happening today.  I might not have shot—but I leave very satisfied…

Cell Phones and Sex Toys

 Near Home—May, 2024

I was still horned after my Friday afternoon of fun, detailed in the last post.  But I had a work gig that kept me from playing on Saturday and Sunday.  But it didn’t prevent me from setting up some dates.  I arranged a time on Wednesday with the married bear who is such a good cocksucker.  He was excited to come back to the playroom.  I also made a date with a brand-new guy, a younger man.  He was looking to me to work on opening his very tight hole and to be introduced to piss play.  That was for Thursday.

And here I was on Monday horned and in need.  I went to the bookstore.  I rarely went on a Monday.  I had no idea if there would be anyone there.  But even some good porn would work.  So, off I went…

 

The parking lot is sparsely filled.  I consider turning around and going home.  But I go in.  As usual, I head to the straight theatre first.  My cocksucker’s chair is taken by the one man in the theatre.  He’s white, late 40’s to early 40’s, in decent shape.  He is totally ignoring the porn and is scrolling through his phone.  And answering the annoying ping of incoming texts.  I sit to the side and open my fly.

The porn is talky.  I have been here for 10 minutes and they are still ‘acting’ up there on the screen.  I wait it out.  It goes on for another good five minutes.  And when the sex starts, it’s a girl-on-girl scene.  I look over at the guy on his phone.  He has never even acknowledged I’m in the room, so I do myself up and go next door.

No one is here.  The porn is very twinkish—but at least there are some dicks and asses on the screen.  I watch.  My cock is semi-hard.  When a cute blond begins licking a barely legal otter’s ass, my cock finally stands up.

The door opens.  A white man, likely in his 50’s comes in.  He looks like he is using the theatre as a way to get off the streets.  His clothes are filthy, his beard is unkempt and there is that sour smell of old body odor.

“You want my ass?” he asks, the moment he sees me.

I shake my head.

“I love to suck…” He steps closer to me.  The smell is overpowering.  I do up my fly and excuse myself.

I go back to the straight theatre.  The guy is still engrossed in his phone.  On the big screen television, the female couple simulate their orgasms as I sit down.  The next sequence also has an interminable set-up scene, but at least it’s a young man and a young girl.  They finally start to have the most white-bread sex you can imagine.  This is porn you take home to the wife.   The only good thing about the scene is that the guy shoots fast—and the video ends.

I go out and tell the clerk to change the disc.  She nods.  The guy I thought might be homeless is also at the counter.  He’s buying a sex toy.  I go to the bathroom, piss and go back to the new video.

I can’t believe it.  I have actually seen it here.  And it is another one where they act for a very long time before anything happens.  I don’t even sit.  I glance at Phone Guy (still at it) and check in next door.  The unkempt guy is opening his purchase.  I can’t see what it is, as his body is in the way, but I hear the hard plastic packaging being ripped open.  I beat a hasty retreat.

I cruise the racks of movies.  I get points towards a purchase with every dollar I spend here.  I often use the accumulated points to purchase porn.  Nothing is calling me today.  I also check the parking lot.  Empty but for our four vehicles.

I go back to the straight side.  They are now having sex on the screen.  I open my fly, but my cock is barely hard.  I work him up a little.  Phone Guy pays no attention at all.  Whoever he is chatting with is one of those people who sends the text every sentence.  The ding of incoming texts is constant—faster than he can answer them.

I stop.  I put my dick away.  There is a loud crash next door.  A metal chair has likely been tipped over.  I get up.  I hear the door bang.  I go out and around.  The gay theatre now reeks.  It’s empty but for the packaging strewn on the floor.  And a pink dildo covered in….well, you know.   

I walk out of the room. 

Out of the store

And start my car.

I should have stayed home… 

"Swallow, Don't Spit"

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