Invasion of the Strokers

 Near Home—July, 2024

 

Once again, I went off to the bookstore closest to home—the one that had the drunk driver demolish the two theatres and where both screens are now in one room.  I have been watching how the men are reacting to slightly less privacy.  Some hate it, of course.  Others thrive on showing off.  Some are just shy about starting something…

 

There are four men in the room when I walk in.   I sit where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head.  To my surprise, every one has their cock and are stroking it.  I pull out mine.  We all eye each other and the screens.  I am on the point of making a move as the door opens.

It is the Road Worker, the hot guy who is working on the major expressway.  He instantly pulls out his dick and jerks to the straight porn.  I nod to him.  He either ignores me or misses it.  A blond man, closer to Road Worker’s age moves next to him.  It takes a few minutes, but soon the blond is stroking RW’s dick.  RW closes his eyes and leans back, enjoying the hand moving up and down his shaft.

This heartens an older guy to sit next to me.  He jerks my dick.  I need to tell him to ease up, he’s gripping too tightly.  He does—and it becomes a nice diversion as I watch the other pairing.  For Road Worker is now jerking the Blond simultaneously.  And it is making him moan.  Suddenly he stands up and shoots all over the floor.  The Blond stays as far away from the squirting dick as possible.  Both go to the bathroom to wash up.  Road Worker leaves.

The man stroking me also leaves.  The Blond sits opposite me and eyes my cock.  But a cubbish guy, sitting next to me, beats him to my dick.  He reaches over and takes over from my own hand.  He is an instinctive stroker—and isn’t shy about my pre-cum.  He loves to smear it over my dick head with his thumb.

The Blond strokes another man closer to his age, sitting in full view of us.

I look at the Cub.  He is playing with his cock at the same time.  It is a true micro penis, attached to massive balls.  I reach and replace his fingers on his wet dick head.  He moans.  After a few minutes, I ask if I can suck him.  He hesitates—and then nods.  There is not much to work with, but I am totally turned on by how much precum he is making.  I lick his slit, and then his balls.  This makes his cock run like the proverbial faucet.  I lick it all up.  He shakes as if he is having a full orgasm—and maybe he is.  I lick him clean.  He stays a moment then takes off, whispering a thank you in my ear…

*

Thirty minutes goes by.  The Blond stroker has done me now.  He stopped when he realized that I wasn’t going to shoot.  He is on a much younger man down, Latin and hot.  A man I wish I was sucking or vice versa.

There are all new men scattered around.  All but one of the new arrivals has their dick out.  And two of them are stroking their seat mate.   

We hear the new arrival before we see him.  A motorcycle roars into the parking lot and must park right by the outside wall where I’m sitting.  In moments, a bearded guy, in a biker’s vest, denim shorts and biker boots, walks in.  He sees my dick and sits next to me.  In moments, he breaks the stroker’s spell on the room and kneels, taking me into his mouth.  I hear his shorts open and he jerks as he gives me some really great head.  Or maybe it’s average, as it’s the only head I’ve gotten today.

His knees tire.  He comes up for air, grinning.  He has a wet seven-incher in his fist.  I go to my knees and return the favor.  But I get a load.  Fast.  It tastes of nicotine and I swallow quickly…

*

Fifteen minutes later. 

Fewer men.  There is now the baseball hat guy who usually chats to the manager.  He is actually in the room and stroking.  A Black man I’ve known for years comes in.  He and I always exchange blow jobs.  He makes a beeline to sit next to me.  He goes down on me first and then I do him.   I look up as I feel movement.  Baseball Cap has stuck his dick in the mouth of the guy I’m sucking.  Blond Stroker comes over and plays with chests of all those involved, but always with one hand on his cock, keeping it away from our three mouths.

It is a mini explosion of actual sex.  The three of us keep trading off on who is sucking or getting sucked.  One of us is always seated with a man between our legs and the other man, standing and in our mouth.  I love the rotation.  As, seemingly, do the other two.  We must do some variation of it twice.  But it is not leading anywhere.  We are all men who take a long time to shoot. 

Finally, dinner sounds better.  I leave, saving my load for another day…

74 Words on All that Hair

 

In lieu of my usual 1000 to 1200 words today, I give you another great picture.  Perhaps this shot isn’t one to instantly have me make up a story about him, but it is beautiful.  And I do think about playing with this guy—starting with every hair in place and how wonderfully wet and matted it would all become after a sling session with me…

I should have time to write on Tuesday.

Keith Hosts with his Tongue (Part Two)

 Saugatuck—July, 2024

(This picks up right where we left off…)

 

We go back downstairs.  The hot water from the hot tub has drained the blood out of my dick.  I lie on the mat under the rimseat.  Keith sits on my face.  A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock.  I harden right back up.  Keith is moaning.  I feel Tall Top straddle my chest.  He feeds Keith his cock.  Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth.  It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper.  And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue.  It’s unmistakable.  I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him.  I feast on it.

The mouth leaves my cock.   Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly.  Soon I feel his legs slide under them.  Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us.  I stroke his back.  He is riding me now.  Hard and fast.  It feels wonderful.  Keith is grinding down on my face.  Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith’s hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz…

I feel Tall Top move.  He is no longer straddling my chest.  I feel Tim pull off my dick.  I hear the sling chains rattle. Keith stands up and I can see Tall Top fuck into his partner.  Hard.  Fast.  With purpose.  Tall Top sure looks like he is about to shoot.  I stand up, rather shakily, to watch.

Tall Top explodes deep inside Tim.  Keith kneels to the side of the sling to try to clean up Tall Top’s cock when he pulls out.  I lick up the pearly white drip running out of Tim.  Soon, my mouth is plastered to his ass.  I leave some seed to fuck in.  I churn it, but Tim is ready to go.

The mood shifts.  Tall Top and Tim dress, thank Keith and take off.

We spend a lot of time arranging transport back to Grand Rapids for the top who really did nothing but watch us.  The three of us drive into the neighboring town so he can catch an Uber.

Once back at the house, we eat.  We are both famished.  But once we eat the chicken, the shrimp, assorted cheeses and such, Keith is still hungry.

“Now can I eat your ass?”

This is new.  I don’t remember him wanting this before.  We go downstairs and he chooses a bedroom and we strip back down.  I lie on the bed.  He sucks my cock, which hardens back up.  He licks my balls.  And under them.  His tongue finds my tight pucker—and he stops.

“I want you in the sling.”

I jump in.  It is indeed better.  My legs are resting on the chains as he kneels.  He licks down my perineum, getting every hair around my hole sopping wet without touching the target. 

“Use my poppers.”  He hands them to me.  I take a hit.  I close my eyes—and his tongue begins to burrow into me.  Fuck!  I love to be rimmed by men who love to do it—and Keith loves it.  He drills into me.  He licks, he spits, he comes up to kiss me without my asking for it. 

Fuck, I love the taste of my hole on his tongue.  We share a long, sloppy kiss before he goes back down to my ass crack.

He does it all again.  The licking, the spitting, the tongue fucking and the kiss.

I tell him to wait a moment.  I take the stirrups, slip them down my long legs to the knee and fasten the clip behind my head.  My ass is rotated up.  And spread.  I do this to men I want to go into even deeper.  Keith’s eyes shine and he is back on his knees.  The change of position is intense.  I moan.

“Take another hit.”

I had forgotten they were tucked in my jock.  I take it.  I feel like I’m floating.  Keith has not been hard all night—he is one of those that cock in his hole is all he needs for arousal.  His cock is now achingly erect.  He jerks himself as he eats me out.

He comes up for air and a kiss.  A sloppy one.  “Will you sit on my face?”  Without waiting for an answer he starts to get under the rimseat.  I unclip my legs and join him.  I sit, and let him get his fill of pleasuring my sensitive hole.  I am achingly erect myself.  I finally get up and fuck him, as he lies there on the mat, pushing his legs splayed into the air.  Then I go back and let him eat my ass some more.

Soon, we switch.  I lie down and do all the things to his slightly gaping hole that he just did to me.  But I can go way deeper into him.  And still taste a little cum. 

“Ride my cock.”

“I want to do it just like Tim did…”

He faces away from me, fitting his legs under mine.  He lowers his ass to my wet cock—and slides on down.  It is such a better angle this way. He bounces.  For a moment, I wonder if I’m about to blow, but the thought quickly recedes. 

He stands up.  Stretching his legs.

“Lick my cock and kiss me…”

He does just what he’s told.  He holds our combined and delicious juices in his mouth.  He straddles my chest with his knees and drools them into my open mouth.  And we kiss.  His cock erects again.

He sits down and let’s my tongue invade him.  The cum.  His natural juices.  My precum.  A heady mix…

It’s late and I know I need to end this while I still can.  I get him in the sling.  I feast on his hole, now from this angle.   He is begging for my load, taking a hit of his poppers.  I stand up and enter him.  I fuck rather roughly.  It’s all about me now.  In moments, I am over the edge.  Blowing a massive load into Keith’s spasming ass…

Keith Hosts with his Hole (Part One)

 Saugatuck—July, 2024

I was excited.  Keith, the handsome man I had re-connected with in June, wanted to do more.  To host a small group, actually.  He wondered who I knew.  I immediate thought of the couple (Tall Top and Tim) I had invited down to ravage Muscle Ass last month.  I was sure that all four of us had met and played up at the house party in Grand Rapids.  Pictures were exchanged.  Everything was set.

Two days after the holiday, I drove west, with my sling and rimseat.  I got to Keith’s beautiful and large home right on time.  We hugged and he helped me carry things into the lower level of the house.  He had pushed all the furniture to the walls, so I had plenty of room to set up the sling.  The rimseat was along the left side of the sling frame—and Keith and pulled a padded bench out of his furnishings and placed it to the right.  It was a great height for a bottom to lean on and present his ass.

We heard the car in the drive, just as we were finishing the set up.  Tall Top, looking tanned and relaxed, was the first in.  He couldn’t take his eyes off Keith.  I hugged Tim.  The other three did remember meeting and playing, but it had been several years since they’d met.  We went upstairs to the kitchen for drinks and waited for our fifth person, a top from Grand Rapids.  When the Uber finally dropped him off, he proved to be a man around our age and quite the talker.  Soon, we went downstairs with our drinks and stripped off.  The new top shut up and went to a corner where he did more watching than playing…and not one of us cared…

 

Keith is leaning on the bench, his glorious ass jutting out.  I kneel and begin to rim him.  His ass opens for my tongue.  Tim, to our left, is kneeling, and getting his partner hard.  In moments, Tall Top moves from Tim’s mouth to Keith’s.  I fuck Keith with my tongue as Tall Top’s dick completely fills his mouth.  Tim crawls under the bench, knocks my hand away from my cock, and begins to suck me.

“Fuck him,” Tall Top commands.

I stand up and slide, for the first of countless times that evening, into Keith.  Tall Top pulls out of his mouth and comes around to watch my cock sink into that gym-built butt.  Tim stands and feeds Keith his bloated dick.  I pull out.  Tall Top slides in.  We are about the same length, but Tall Top has a cone shaped dick—a smaller head than mine, but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker.  Keith moans.  Tall Top fucks him hard and pulls out.  I go back in.  We trade off on his ass.  Over and over.  I clean Tall Top’s cock every time he pulls out, before I slip mine back into Keith.

I give his ass once again to Tall Top.  I move to where Tim is still feeding his cock to Keith.  I bend him over on the other side of the bench, so the two men’s arms are next to each other, their asses pointing in opposite directions.  I kneel and eat out Tim’s hole.  He moans and does some Maximum Impact.  As the vapors hit, I stand up and push into his hole.  He moans.  Keith turns his head and the two bottom’s kiss.  The sight of it makes my cock drool deep inside Tim. 

Now, Tall Top and I take turns on the two asses.  We circle the bench, fucking one and then the other.  Tim cleans my cock before I slip into Keith.  I always lick the hole I am entering again.  Even Tall Top, who doesn’t often rim, finds Keith’s ass a magnet for his tongue. 

The fifth man is happily stroking in the corner.

I take Tim to the sling.  I get him in and eat out his well-fucked hole.  I can’t see Tall Top, but I hear him tell Keith to lie on the bench.  I hear bodies shuffle next to us as I lick up all the juices in Tim’s hole.  When I finally stand up to fuck, I see Keith lying the length of the bench his feet in the air and taking a forceful dicking down.  His eyes roll into the back on his head.  I look into Tim’s face.  It’s a look of pure bliss.  He is right where he wants to be.  I fuck him hard.  I’ve brought the mirror—so Tim sees as well as feels, every stroke.

“You want this butt?” asks Tall Top.

I nod and we change.  Keith’s hole is now really open.  And dripping with his ass jizz and our precum.  I lick it all up, making my cock even harder.  I stand up and fuck.  I glance over.  Tall Top is fuck him partner and the fifth guy has moved closer to watch them.  I look at Keith—he is gloriously happy.  I lean down and kiss him…

*

Eventually, we get Keith into the sling.  I eat his hole, Tall Top feeds him his cock as Tim licks Keith’s mounded jock pouch.  I stand up and fuck.  All eyes are on my dick slicing into Keith.  I pull out.  Tim cleans me up, reveling in Keith’s ass jizz as Tall Top comes around to fuck.  I pull out of Tim’s mouth and move around behind him.  He grabs Keith’s chest as I fuck him, bent over the other man.  Tall Top likes this.  He loves seeing his boy take my dick.  It makes him fuck Keith even harder.

“We should switch,” I pant.

We do.  I slide into Keith.  His ass is so creamy I wonder if Tall Top has loaded him.  I watch Tall Top fuck Tim.  This time, Tim has moved slightly, so once again the two bottoms can kiss as they are each being plundered.

Tall Top nods at me.  We switch holes.  I don’t bother to eat it out this time…I just push into the wet, wet ass…

*

We break.  We have a hot tub session, all five of us fitting in.

But we’re still horny. 

We go back downstairs.  The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick.  I lie on the mat under the rimseat.  Keith sits on my face.  A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock.  I harden right back up.  Keith is moaning.  I feel Tall Top straddle my chest.  He feeds Keith his cock.  Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth.  It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper.  And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue.  It’s unmistakable.  I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him.  I feast on it.

The mouth leaves my cock.   Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly.  Soon I feel his legs slide under them.  Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us.  I stroke his back.  He is riding me now.  Hard and fast.  It feels wonderful.  Keith is grinding down on my face.  Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith's hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz…

 

(More to come…)

 

Here is a link to Tim and Tall Top coming to the playroom for Muscle Ass.

Here is a link to Keith coming to the playroom.

Texting For Ass

 Near Home—July, 2024

 

It was the Fourth of July.  I went in search of fireworks of a slightly different variety…

 

This is my first evening in the newly remodeled, two screen version replacing the porn theatres destroyed by a drunk driver.  Normally, I am an afternoon guy here.  I still recognize a number of men.  There is a guy with a ballcap, 30-ish, a little chunky, who is always on his phone.  Today is no different.  He sits right under the gay screen, texting away.  There is also the oldest man who comes here.  A good decade older than me.  He always strips naked to nothing but flipflops.  His hands are always in someone else’s lap, if anyone sits next to him.  I just want him to shower more frequently…

There is also another bear.  He is stroking to both videos, sitting in a seat where, with a turn of his head, he can see the gay threeway or the young woman taking massive Black dick.  I sit opposite him, so I can do the same thing.

Hat Guy is now texting like crazy.  He’s made a connection.  Within 10 minutes, a big beefy blond shows up, looking at his phone.  He looks at the screen, surveys the room and realizes it’s Hat Guy.  He strips naked but for dress socks.  He goes to his knees, undoes the fly of Hat Guy’s shorts and begins sucking his cock.

We all stroke to the live sex happening in front of us.   Beefy Blond is slurping noisily on the cock in his mouth.   Hat guy leans across his back and inserts a finger in Beefy Blond’s ass.  Soon, Beefy Blond stands up.  He turns to sit on the cock he’s been sucking.

“Wait,” says Hat Guy.  “I like loose hole.”  He points to me.  “Let him open you up for me.”  Beefy Blond likes this idea a lot.  I get up and start over to them.  Hat Guy moves into the darkest corner and sits there.  Beefy Blond bends to suck him.  I go behind Beefy Blond.  I realize this will be my first fuck in this new room.  I lick his ass briefly.

“Just fuck me…” he complains.

I stand up and work myself in.  He’s not particularly tight and I bottom out easily.  I fuck.  Hard.  Pushing his body deeper onto the cock in his mouth.

“Open him up for me,” chirps Hat Guy. 

I pull out.  He rushed his cleanout to get here.  It’s not horrible, but I can’t continue.  I murmur the news in his ear.  He grunts and stands up as I go wash.  When I come back into the room, Beefy Blond is jerking his cock.  He shoots all over Hat Guy’s lap.  Hat Guy is not happy.  He didn’t get any ass and he now is covered in runny semen. 

I toss him some napkins from my pocket as Beefy Blond gets dressed and leaves.

Hat Guy soon goes out to sit in the parking lot where the internet connection is better…

*

I look around the room.  I see the Bear I don’t know jerking furiously.  I kneel and take his cock into my mouth.  I am rewarded with a load very quickly.  He thanks me, squeezing my shoulder, then says.  “I’m almost tempted to suck dick myself when I see one like yours.”

I sit, avoiding Mr. Naked.  I need to be as far away from his scent as possible.

I stroke.  More guys arrive.  They all seem very straight.  The all settle into seats where they can only watch the straight porn.  Some open flies and haul out cocks.  Some just grope their cock mound.

I notice a young cub, one of the new arrivals.  He is looking around the room.  He sees me.  He is on his feet and kneeling between my spread legs without a word.  The guy is good.  He takes all of me, repeatedly, occasionally making himself choke.  And he constantly strokes his cock while doing it.

I suggest my balls.   He goes there.  He inhales and groans.  He finds the newly made fuck sweat there intoxicating.  He licks and sucks them, before inching back up my shaft.  He swallows me down.  Totally.  I actually think I might be able to shoot for him.

And in that moment, his cock erupts all over the floor, between my boots.  He pulls off me and all but races to the bathroom around the corner.

He leaves.

Other men leave.

Soon it is just me and the naked guy who needs a shower.

I cram my cock back in my pants and head out…

"Please, Sir..."

 

I am absolutely snowed under at my current work gig, so for your enjoyment, here is another evocative picture.  One that can create countless stories each time you look at the image.

Is it a chance encounter?

I like to think that they are in a leather bar.  A Master has installed the young man to offer his services to help recycle…

Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom

 My Playroom—June, 2024

 

So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences.  Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.)  On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.)  At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure.  One of the great things about those weekends is the feeling that sex is everywhere around you.  Every man you see may be a possible partner.  Everyone is looking and hoping…and connecting.  And I think it’s fair to say that the attendees of such weekends (who usually play more often even in their normal lives) are likely to have greater skills—certainly better than one of the men at the lounge who told me he got away from his wife only once a month so he could try to find a cock to suck.  Practice!  Practice!!  Practice!!!

Fortunately for me, the hot bottom who’d attended the group session at the top of the month, had contacted me.  He wanted some one-on-one time.  He was eager to see the playroom.  He made the drive down on the very last day of June… 

 

He looks great.  We are likely around the same age.  He is shorter than I remember, now that I see him out of the sling.  He has maintained with a regular gym routine.  His chest is defined and covered in that salt and pepper fur that drives me crazy.  He strips down in the playroom to a well-worn blue jock and black boots.  “I remembered your boots at the party, so I brought these along.”  He looks great.  And I love that he’d been observant about my kinks and fetishes…

I am in the dirtiest of my jocks, stained from its heavy use at Fornication Weekend with all that cum that was in David-SF’s ass during our climatic fuck.  I lean against the fuck bench, my legs spread.  Salt & Pepper, as I christened him in the group write-up, comes over.  He kneels, eye level with the obscene bulge in my jock.  He inhales.  And sighs.  He buries his nose in the fabric. 

“You’ve been busy.”

I tell him a little about Fornication Weekend as he begins tonguing the rough, fragrant fabric.  He moans a little, recognizing some of the pornsters.  He peels back the cloth and my dick springs out, slapping his nose.  He gobbles me down.  He’s good.  His mouth is wet.  At our first meeting, he only sucked me after each time we fucked.  Now I’m getting the full treatment—and I am loving it.  He moves to my balls with no direction from me.  He leaves them wet and slimy, as he licks up my column of flesh and swallows me down once more.

“Get up on the bench.”

He does.  He mentions the mirror dead ahead of him.  I point out the one to the side, that shows him his whole body.  He watches as my face is buried between his downy ass cheeks.  I burrow into his hole.  He opens easily.  He is a hot mixture of not loose, but not tight.  I lick and spit.  My cock is raging.  I stand up and fuck him for the first time today.  He moans.  He babbles a little, caught up in the overload of feelings.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Making him take my full length with every stroke.

“Fuck me hard!”

I speed up.  Faster and faster.  I pull out.  He instantly cranes around, letting me know he wants his ass juices on his tongue.  I move to his head and feed him.  He moans.

I fuck him again.  Harder, from the moment I enter him.

He cleans me once more.  I move to the bed and sit.  I grab the exercise mat I use for the rimseat and spread it between my feet.  He knows to kneel.  And his mouth is all over my cock and balls.  He licks up his juices on my balls and our combined fluids on my cock head.  I tell him to try to get his tongue between my balls and my cock ring.  He tries.  I moan.

He loves this.  “So hot…”  He spends a lot of time there, occasionally dipping a little lower on my perineum.  Does he want to rim me?  I can’t quite tell.

We move to the sling.  I check the timing on the porn I turned on as he undressed.  35 minutes.  We agreed to the meet, knowing it would be slightly rushed as he had some other commitment in the evening.  I kneel between his stirruped ankles and eat his hole once more.  His asslips are now slightly puffy.  And delicious.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.  Only stopping to stand up and slip my cock into him.  His eyes are on the overhead mirror.  He sees my cock slide in and out.  His cock half-erects inside his jock, twisting the blue fabric. 

I free his cock.  I bend and lick up his pre-cum.  I go to my knees and shove it into his ass.  My cock fucks him again, using his own natural lube.  When I pause the fuck, I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off—swallowing our combined juices.

We take a quick water break.  I jump in the sling, telling him it’s easy access to get his tongue once more between my cockring and tight ball sack.  I also want to see if he wants to tongue anything else.  He sticks to my balls—and that is just fine.  I swear his tongue is making them work harder; my precum is gushing.

I pull out the rimseat.  We start with him sitting on my face.  Delicious.  He knows he can bounce on my cock anytime he wants—as long as he comes back up to my tongue for my pleasure.  He waits a long time, reveling in how deep my tongue is in him.  “I should have sat on your face at the party, not just your dick!” he groans.  I lap at his puffy asslips, before going deep inside him repeatedly.

He moves.  He fucks himself on my cock.  First facing me.  Then, a longer time, riding me and facing the television.  He dutifully pulls off my cock with his ass making a hot, wet sucking sound.  He settles back on my face, his ass dripping his natural lube onto my tongue.  Neither of us want to go anywhere—we are very happy right where we are…

*

S&P finally stands up.  I ask him to lean on the fuck bench.  He does as I get up.  I kneel behind him and eat his hole.  He moans as I stand up thinking I’m about to fuck him.  But I piss his ass crack instead.  I don’t know how he’ll react, but he loves it.  “Shove some in me.”  I do, just a little as I my flow recedes.  I fuck him with the piss in his hole.

“Now let me eat it out.”

We go back to the rimseat.  I can taste the piss on his crack, but there is not enough in his ass to even drip into my mouth.  But it is still a hot moment as I lick out his butt.

I know I need to get him on the road home.  But I want it to be on the road home with my load deep inside him.  We go back to the sling.  I am so ready to paint his ass with my cum.  He wants it, too.  He is talking in really hot, dirty terms about my load and how he’ll keep it in him all the way home.

I am so damn close. I fuck him harder.

“I want to feel your cum leak out of me as I drive…”

That does it.  I fire off all the pent-up loads since I got home.  A week’s worth of cum coats his insides.  His eyes never leave my contorted face as I fire off volley after volley.

I marinate inside him for a long time.  I want him to clean my cock, but not until I can stand it.  I slowly pull out.  I push the trickle of cum back into him.  I take my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly—his cock finally fully erecting as he does it…

*

My first meet of Salt & Pepper is here: Group Sex:Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass

Finding My Twin

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Back to My Home Away From Home

 Near Home—June, 2024

My trip home from Tennessee was the exact opposite of my trip down:  it was smooth sailing all the way.  I started to drive early in the day and stopped as the sun really started to bake my front seat.  I had no delays, not even much highway construction.  I got home by noon on Tuesday.

I thought I wouldn’t be ready for more sex for a little while.  I had taken Sunday off—even as Fornication Weekend wound up.  And both my driving days.  But by Wednesday I was ready.  I went to the newly remodeled theatre in my oldest haunt, curious as to how men were settling into the new space…

 

There are a number of men here.  I sit against the long wall, where I can turn to either the straight video or switch to the gay one on the opposite wall.  There are half a dozen men here.  And one, sitting opposite to me is getting a blow job.  The guy sucking didn’t even pause with the opening of the door.  (My kind of sucker!)

Two men are watching and stroking themselves.  I pull mine out.  Rock hard.  I add just a hint of lube so my hand glides over my erection.  I realize that sucking dick, after the marathon fuckings of the long weekend, is exactly what I want.  I am just about to get up and make my move, when…

“Look who’s here.”

I am so taken with the idea of a cock in my mouth I didn’t bother to look who’d just walked in.  It’s the man who finally took two inches of me in his ass and swore he had it all the way in.  He is handsome, maybe in his 40’s, his ebony skin shining from the reflected light of the two screens.  He sits down next to me and instantly his hand is around my hard cock.

He jerks me for a bit, not pleased with the sheen of lube on me.  But he gets on his knees and sucks my cock.  His way.  His fist around the shaft leaving a couple of inches for him to ‘suck.’  Which for him means lick.  Occasionally he ovals up and sinks down on the few inches not in his hand.  Over and over.

It feels good.  At first.  It quickly grows monotonous.  As he begins, I stroke his shoulder or his closely cropped hair.  Soon, I watch the other blowjob.  The guy shoots soon enough with a grunt and a grimace.  The sucker swallows and moves to the next guy who’s stroking.  The cock I was aiming for…

I suggest we take a break.  But he doesn’t stop.  He is between my legs as the second guy across from me shoots down the sucker’s throat.  The marathon sucker instantly goes for number three.  And gets the last man off in a millisecond.  The guy stands, looks at me and licks his lips.  And leaves.

We are alone.

Now, my sucker takes a break.  Did he know what I wanted to do?  We chat.  The door opens.  A very large Black man comes in.  I know him, too.  He is always an eager sucker—and guys know he gives good head.  He sits right next to me.

Instantly, my suck-just-the-head guy is back on his knees.  The large guy shrugs and strips naked.  He is soon sucking a new arrival, a young white man half his age.  And taking the load.

The door opens.  It is a hot white daddy.  Likely early 50’s.  His wedding ring glints in the ambient light.  He sits a few chairs away from me, far away from the naked man licking the young man’s cock clean. Surprisingly, the white daddy takes out his cock and strokes to what is happening to me.  He watches intently as my sucker ovals up and takes just my big helmet head into his mouth.

The straight movie changes.  It is one of those really forcefully fucks by James Deen and a very sub-ish woman.  White Daddy is all about that.  He turns his attentions avidly to Mr. Deen putting the young woman through her fist anal sex scene.

The guy on my dick takes a second break.  He can’t watch the on-screen rutting to our left.  He looks at the cute Yugoslavian college kids frolicking in a Bavarian swimming pool, instead.  His hand stays firmly wrapped around my cock—likely afraid his larger rival will make a move for it.

The James Deen scene ends with a massive cum shot on the young woman’s face.  White Daddy turns his attention back to the room.  I idly wonder if White Daddy is horny enough to let the bigger cocksucker do him…

My head sucker is back on his knees.  I need more of me in his mouth.  I stand up and fuck the his face.  He is totally unprepared for this.  I am good, I just give him a couple of more inches to deal with, knowing he can’t possible take all of me.  His eyes widen, but to his credit, he takes it.  White Daddy stands up and moves to us.  He stands next to us.  I know I can’t move my sucker’s head to his cock.  Instead, I cup the big, hairy balls of White Daddy with my free hand—the other one is holding my sucker in line for my thrusting.

He groans at the human touch.

My sucker has had enough.  He pulls away and gets up, heading to the bathroom.

“If you hold my balls like that, I’ll cum.”

Instead of pulling away, I go to my knees.  And swallow him.

“I’m gonna…” and he pulls abruptly out of my mouth.

“I swallow.”

Magic words.  The guy pushes his dripping dick deep into my throat.  I suck for a moment—before he begins firing off his pent-up load.  His gut wrenching orgasm goes on for a good minute.

I am licking him clean as my head sucker returns from the bathroom.  He knows I love to suck—but he can’t stand to see me do it.  He turns on his heel and leaves.

White Daddy holds onto my shoulder.  When his cock runs dry, and I have cleaned up two stray drops oozing out of his large piss slit, he gives my shoulder a squeeze and does himself up.

The naked man looks at my cock, but somehow, after all that shallow sucking, I don’t want anything more, even better and deeper.  Making dinner seems the better option—and I button up and go home…

Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Six: This and That or Loose Ends

 Timberfell Resort—June, 2024

I slept late, for me, on Sunday, after the party.  I made it down to the motel breakfast (I splurged and made a waffle—some sugar, please!)  I went back to the room and wrote up the picture post about the IML Threeway.  I was tired, no doubt about it.  I had expended a tremendous amount of fuck energy at the Fornication Party.  I finally drove in to the campground.  The sling frame was still there and needed to be packed.

I checked in.  Only then, when I sat down to talk to Ric at the Fornication booth, did I realize I’d missed the Sunday brunch there.  I didn’t realize it was not just for the folks staying on site.  Which was a shame, as my only real regret about not staying at the resort was that I had really liked the communal meals we had there last year.  It was a great way to get to know people. 

I went off to pack up the frame and get it into my car.  I met Allen Silver on the way.  I told him I missed him at the party; I’d hoped we would connect again.  He apologized—saying that he was set to head up to it, when some stomach issues after his dinner changed his mind.  His hug was as good as a fuck…

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So here are some random thoughts about the event.

Content Creators:  You can see that there were lots of them.  Over 40.  I have not listed everyone’s details.  I have listed the guys I had interactions with during the weekend.  And here are a few more.

Jordi Massive was once again a great presence at the weekend.  During the interviews I recorded for Ray, I was told repeatedly that his discussion on content creation was wonderful.  I didn’t attend it this year.  My content creation is a little different...and is right here.

Jordi Massive

X: www.Twitter.com/JordiMassiveXXX

IG: jordimassive

JFF: jordimassivexxx

OF: jordimassivexxx

I mentioned Matt Coven when he was leading the BDSM forum with Sir Kirk. I should have looked harder for him at the Fornication party.

Matt Coven

X: www.twitter.com/MattCovenXXX 

IG: @Matt_Coven

OF: @Matt_Coven

RFC: @Matt_Coven

 When I was talking to Allen Silver the first time,

he remembered exactly who the Professor had chosen for the motel party where we’d met.  Cain Marko was one of the other men.  I reminded Cain of it, sometime on Sunday.  He had fond memories of that event, too.  Later, I went back to my write up.  In the post there was one man who I gave a fictional name to, as he was not in porn.  Well, it was Cain.  He had not filmed anything at the time.  I will make adjustments to the old post…

Cain Marko

X: www.Twitter.com/CainMarkoXXX

JFF: cainmarkoxxx

OF: cainmarkoxxx

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And a thank you to Ric, for accepting my help and keeping me busy—and becoming a really good friend along the way.  Here he is with Ray.  A huge thank you to Ray for creating this weekend!

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One last moment.  After the party on Saturday, I tossed my empty lube bottle in my bag.  I added the sling chains and stirrups and rolled the sling up.  I wanted to take them to the car, so they weren’t outside all night.  It wasn’t heavy, but I was exhausted—and elated.  Adding to David-SF’s ass full of cum had been the perfect ending for me.  Our sex had been explosive—but there was that intangible something extra about it, too.

I started to trudge up the hill to my car.

There he was, naked but for his jock and boots.  David grabbed me.  And just held on.  I must have dropped my bag, for my arms went around him.  We kissed.  Lightly.  Then deeply.  I murmured a “Thank you.”

He nodded.  Then whispered in my ear: “It’s all about connection…”

 

 My favorite picture of David.