Re-post: Mixing the Loads

I just wrote about the current house party I still attend.  Back before the host moved to Florida, there was a house party in Indiana that met every month during the summer.  This one was particularly hot. 

Re-post:  Mixing the Loads

Northwest Indiana—July, 2018

I had the next Friday night off as well.  Which was perfect—it was the date of the house party that I have enjoyed so often in the past.  I drove through blinding rain to get there.  Traffic lights were out…and you could barely see if other cars were now treating the intersection as a four way stop.  But I made it.  I parked—and suddenly wondered if I’d come on the wrong night.  The house was in total darkness…

I get a text as I sit in the car, waiting for the rain to let up a little.  It’s the Cub, the PrEPster who I fucked here last month.  He asks if I’m in Indiana.  I tell him yes…and about to go in.  The rain has lessened a little.  I run/walk the dark sidewalk to the front door.  The door is open. 

The first thing I see is the host lighting candles.  He has no power.  It’s gone out moments before.  Little tea candles are everywhere.  About a dozen men are sitting there fully dressed—deciding if they are going to stay and play.  What the fuck?  It’s not like this is something we do in full light.  I strip to my jock and put my boots back on.  I go downstairs to see if anyone else has the same idea.

It is strange not to have the porn projected on the wall.  There is just enough light to negotiate around the backs of the couches there.  It’s darker yet in the back room.  I really can’t see at all.

Two pairs of hands are suddenly all over me.  Cock, balls, ass.  A mouth on my right nip.  My cock is instantly hard.  The jock pouch is pulled away by whoever is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  The man to my side tries to worm a finger into my ass.  I knock that away and he kneels, deciding to eat my ass instead.  I am now sandwiched between two mouths hell bent on giving me pleasure.  I lean slightly, to give the rimmer an easier time.  I am pretty sure the man on my dick has taken out an upper plate—it’s a heavenly blowjob.

I grab his ears and begin to slowly fuck his face, grinding my ass against the tongue behind me on the backstroke.  I love the idea I haven’t a clue with who I’m playing—it just feels good.

At that moment, a guest arrives with a candle—afraid of the dark.  The men stop instantly the moment there is light in the room.  They scramble away.  I tell the new arrival “Thanks.”  He seems incapable of hearing the sarcasm in my voice…

*

I go upstairs.  There is more light in the back bedroom.  Men stand around watching two hot young men trading blowjobs on the bed.  I drop to my knees in front of a hairy Daddy.  His seven incher is dripping pre-cum.  I swallow it down.  No sense in making a mess on the floor.  He grabs my head instantly.  He’s one of those who has to be in charge.  Fine.  I let him fuck my face.  His boyfriend moves around him and stick a finger up his partner’s ass. 

I get the load without any further work.

*

The Cub arrives.  He gives me a kiss and pulls me downstairs.  His reputation is known to more than me.  The guy I dubbed Harley, for it always looks like he parked his bike outside follows us, stroking his cock.  A versatile in his 30’s, with a beautiful tat on his torso and side also follows us down.  The four of us go to the back bed.  The Cub kneels and sucks each of us in rotation.  He starts with Harley, the smallest of the dicks.  He gets him dripping really fast—enough that Harley tells him to stop.  The Cub moves around to the Tatted Guy.  It’s a nice 7 incher.  The guy loves the attention.

The Cub pulls off him and sucks me.  Tatted Guy leans down and begins feeling up the Cub’s ass as I get sucked.  In moments, TG pulls the Cub off of me and commands him to get on the bed, doggy.  He spits on the ebony pucker and pushes his cock into him. 

“Fuck!” the Cub grunts.  “Fuck me with that raw cock.”

I kneel and give Harley some head as we are waiting.  He stops me, too.  But he keeps on stroking as he watches the shadowy fuck in front of his eyes.

“Next.”  Tatted Guy pulls out of him and moves to the side.  I clean his dick as Harley begins fucking the Cub at a much faster pace.  He pulls out of the tight pucker moments later, determined to last.

I go in.  Fuck.  They have opened his hole perfectly.  I fuck.  Long strokes.  Showing off my big dick to Tatted Guy, who has never seen it before, with each thrust.  I stop finally and let Tatted Guy back up the Cub.

He fucks him for a bit.  Then:  “I can’t cum this way.  Suck me off.”  This last part is to me.  He pulls out of the Cub’s ass and shoves his hard dick into my mouth.  Harley rams home in the Cub.  I don’t have to do much to TG—just run my tongue over his over swollen cock head.  He blows into my mouth with a cry.  I don’t swallow.

Harley convulses.  He’s shooting…but it’s manually, all over the Cub’s ass.  He moves out of my way, telling me to lick up his load.  There is just enough light to see the white cum on the black skin.  I begin reverse felching Tatted Guy’s load into the Cub—who knows just what I’m doing.  “He’s filling me with your cum,” he mumbles to Tatted Guy—who suddenly begins jerking his spent dick as he watches the scene in front of him.  Once my mouth is empty, I swab up Harley’s load.  I work that into him, too.

“Fuck me with all that cum!”

I stand up.  I literally glide into him.  I bottom out in a single stroke.  My pubes become a mass of mixed semen as my cock forces it out of him.  I churn the cum.  Over and over.  Harley takes a finger, swipes some of the mixed loads onto it and moves around to feed it to the Cub.  He sucks that finger like it was a dick.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste the mixed loads myself.

FUCK.

I stand up, push in and shoot.  Rope and rope of jizz blast into him.  A week’s worth of my own cum mixing with the other two loads…

*

It was the shortest time I’ve ever spent there—but also one of the hottest.  

Mixing the Loads was originally published on August 28, 2018.

FP Helps His Brother Move, But Takes Care of his Readers

I have to help my brother move from New Jersey to Michigan.  I will be gone for about two weeks.  But don't worry.  I have set up a series of re-posts to keep you entertained.  And some hot pictures. (Sometimes they will coordinate with the post, sometimes not.  They are never the people in the post!)  They will post automatically every other day.  

I should be back, writing up my new adventures near the middle of February.  

To start us off, here is a fun couple I saw a lot of for a bit, but health concerns (and distance) have kept us apart.  The playroom mentioned is my previous home, the drafty Victorian...

Re-post:  Don and Reid Visit the Playroom

My Playroom—November, 2018

It was just a matter of time.  And not very long to wait at all.

Don and Reid (the furry bottom and the top with the huge, hooked dick I’d played with when I was out of state) had expressed interest in having a session in the playroom.  I got a text just before Halloween asking about dates and we agreed on one easily.  They would come in late afternoon and we’d have dinner afterwards.  The temperature was just beginning to be cool so I set up the space heater, just to make sure we’d sweat a little.

I put a fresh towel in the sling and older ones under it and between the legs of the fuck bench.   Water was set out.  As was the tub of coconut oil for lube.  I chose less fetish inspired porn; just a good bareback orgy so as not freak Reid out.  (There had been a moment when he sat down on the bed in my hotel room and the first thing he saw was Rod Painter sticking a massive stainless steel sound into his hard cock.)

A text announced they were within a block.  On arrival, Don ran to the toilet, not sure he could feed me.  Reid and I chatted about the architecture of the house I live in.  Soon enough they were stowing their clothes in the bureau up in the playroom.  I stripped to my yellow jock and boots.  Don grinned at me, totally naked and hard.  He knelt in front of us…

 

“Suck him so he’s hard.”  I didn’t have to say it twice.  Nor did Reid have far to go to getting that monster ready for play.  I watch in fascination as Don takes more of it down his throat than I ever could.  And then it firms up—and he cannot get it into his mouth nearly as far.  Reid pushes him over to my cock.  I have tented the pouch of the jock.  Don wets it with his tongue.  He groans at the taste.  I love discovering each time we play he is piggier than I ever guessed.  Soon he’s swallowing my fully erect dick to the root.  Over and over.

I grab Reid by the curve and pull him closer.  Don goes back and forth on our oversized cocks.  He deliberately chokes himself on each of us in turn.  I join him on his knees.  We each take a side of Reid’s cock.  We tongue the shaft in tandem.  I let him slide down to the head first.  Then it’s my turn. Now back to getting the whole of his cock wet.

I look up at Reid.  “Where do you want him first?”

He points to the piece of fuck furniture that wasn’t in my hotel room—the fuck bench.  Don climbs aboard.  I take a moment to lower the mid section to make it is more comfortable for him.  But then, since I’m right there, I attack his hairy hole with my tongue.  Reid watches and strokes.  I leave Don’s pucker sopping wet.  I stand up and enter him.  Reid moves closer.  He watches the head of my cock disappear into his partner.  He grunts in pleasure, as he hears Don groan.  I hold in place for just a moment and then work my entire length into him. 

Reid jerks faster.  “Fuck him.”

Don is now opening—I can begin to truly plow him.  My hips begin to slap against his ass.  Reid slaps his cock on his butt right next to my right hand.  His cock is beginning to ooze.

I give Don a few more strokes and pull out.  “Your turn.”  I move around and stick my cock in his mouth straight from his ass. 

Reid likes this almost as much as Don.  Reid pushes in—hard—no easing in for him.  He fucks him hard.  Like a whore.  It’s hot to watch.

We switch.  Reid brings his dripping dick to Don’s mouth.  I go back to the now gaping hole.  His hole has been manufacturing lube like crazy to protect it from that massive intruder.  I love how wet Don feels on my cock.  Don loves how my cock tastes when we rotate again.

And again. 

But this time I piss on his hole before I fuck it.

*

Don is now in the sling.  I am fucking him.  Reid sits on the fuck bench.  His eyes are riveted to my dick as it enters his boyfriend.  He strokes his dick only occasionally, making sure he won’t shoot too fast.

I show off a little.  I stand still and pull the sling on to my dick and then push it off.  Over and over.  It shows off the whole length of my dick for it all comes out but just the tip.  Reid gets up and crawls under the sling.

“Damn…” is all I hear from him down there.  Then I feel him licking my balls…

*

“You should eat Reid’s ass again,” Don says, panting a little and in need of a break.

We re-group around the rimseat.  I’m under it.  Reid sits carefully down on the seat.  My tongue finds his virgin hole.  Don is sucking my dick.  I poke myself deeper and deeper into Reid.  I can hear him jerking his dick as I suck and tongue him.

Don has gotten my cock good and wet.  He sits on it and rides me.  He slams himself down on my dick until his legs give out.

The two men change.  Don sits down and gives me to eat the ass I just fucked.  Reid straddles my chest and face fucks his partner.  I can only sense it.  And hear it.  He can’t be taking more than half that cock.  Don chokes on the fuck tool.  It makes his hole spasm.  I groan out my appreciation.  Reid does it to him again.

I stop touching myself.  I concentrate on just eating the stretched out hole above me.

“I need your dick, not your tongue.”  Don stands up.  He heads back to the sling.  He’s in it and even found the stirrups by the time Reid helps me up.

“You first,” says Reid.

I plow right in.  It’s a noisy fuck.  My dick is making a suction sound on each withdrawal.  Reid pushes in close.  He blows his load all over Don’s ass.  I slow down.  When he is done shooting, I pull out and mop up his load with my dick head.

“Oh, fuck…” Reid mumbles and sits down on the fuck bench, spent.

I fuck the load into Don.  I am getting close myself.  I remember what I learned from Don—about how Reid loved that I asked if I could cum in his boy.  So I do it.  “Can I shoot my load in your boy?”

“You better,” is all the answer he gives me.

I speed up—and fire a pent up splatter of cum deep into Don…

Originally posted December 13, 2018

A Happy Reunion: FP Works Over Derrick and Jacob

 West Michigan—January, 2025

None of us could quite believe it had been a year and half since we saw each other.  I was, sitting in Derrick and Jacob’s home, catching up with them.  On my end, my very-busy-post-retirement work schedule had taken away our Sunday afternoon meets.  They had had travel for work, travel for pleasure, health issues, family emergencies and a busy social life.  We had tried a few times in the 18 months, but we could never make our schedules mesh.  But here we were, chatting, on this snowy Sunday, as if we had seen each other much more recently.

Finally, Derrick suggests me move to the study.  The television is playing a new slide show of men in leather doing rather extreme things to each other.  I just happen to lose all my clothes on the way from the living room to the couch in the study.  I sit on the couch, with a naked Derrick beside me and a jocked Jacob, on the floor at our feet…

 

Derrick bends and takes my hardening cock into his mouth.  He stays still and lets my erection firm up in his mouth before he starts to suck.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had that happen.  We both love how it just kept thickening, filling his mouth with my hot flesh.  Suddenly, Jacob leaves the room.  Likely for a change of attire.  I lean back and let Derrick get his fill of my dick:  his tongue on the piss slit, then on the shaft, now on my balls.  His mouth ovals and the serious business of sucking begins.

I idly play with his cock.  He is drooling precum.  I lick my fingers clean.

Jacob returns.  Once he’s on the floor again, he puts on the rubber hood he went to retrieve.  It covers all of his face except his mouth.  I love how it looks with his beard.  I know that not seeing what is going into his mouth helps him take more of me.

“Suck his cock,” says Derrick.

Jacob reaches out.  He finds my feet.  He crawls between my spread legs.  He leans in and licks my balls.  He moans a little.  He works his way up my shaft, with his busy tongue.  He ovals up and sinks down.  He chokes.  He pulls off, tries again and goes lower.  And again.  He doesn’t try for all of me, and that’s just fine.  He communicates the hunger for dick with every head bob.  Derrick watches—now rock hard—as Jacob services me.  He reaches over and rubs my shoulders as I enjoy Jacob’s mouth.

I am ready to get on my knees and eat Jacob’s hairy ass.  As I am about to move, Derrick suggests we go down to their playroom.  We troop down stairs.  There are even more toys loading the room.  Jacob, after the sling is adjusted to my height, jumps in.  I sit on the rolling tool box and eat out his hole, getting re-acquainted with his ass.  He is wet and ready, before I get my tongue in him.  I rim and spit, making him wetter still.  I stand up and slide my cock into him.  Slowly.  Derrick’s eyes are riveted to the scene.  He loves watching his boy be used.  I fuck him slowly.  Building speed.  I pull out and sit—eating his freshly fucked hole.

I do it all again.  Tongue.  Then cock.  Pounding him harder each time.

The heavy-duty lube is to my left.  I grease up my left hand as my tongue is in him yet again.  I stand up and three fingers slide into him.  I turn my hand slowly.  I add the fourth, watching his face.  I pull out, add more grease and, with a slight twist, Jacob takes my left hand.   I turn it slightly, so the thumb is on top.  Two fingers from my right hand slide in along my left palm for an extra stretch.

I pull slowly out with a slight twist.  I re-grease and the left goes back into him.  I add three fingers this time, sliding in and out, mimicking the fuck I just gave him.  The fingers come out.  My cock pushes in and slides along my left palm.

“Fuckkkkk…” moans Jacob.  “Yes!!”

I fuck slowly.  My cock giving him the extra stretch he loves.

I pull out my dick—and then my hand.  I give him a hard pounding with my dick.  I do the hand and cock combo one more time and then suggest we get Derrick into the sling.

The change is made.  Jacob works his nipples as I eat his smooth ass.   I work deeper and deeper.  Derrick tells me he’s missed my tongue.  This makes me work even harder.  Finally, I stand up and my dick slips into him.  I fuck him.  Jacob twists a nipple with one hand and massages Derrick’s balls with the other.  Eventually, I go back to my tongue, reveling in the wetness of his hole. 

I fuck again.

I rim while I grease my left hand.  I stand.  Cock in.  Fuck.  Pull out and three fingers go into his used hole.  I move carefully, exploring.  A fourth finger is added easily as I do a slight twist of my hand.  I re-grease, and the whole hand goes in.  Knowing what I’m about to do, Jacob stops playing with Derrick’s chest and comes around to watch my hand get sucked into his partner’s butt.  Derrick’s ass lips close around my wrist.  He sighs.

I begin a slight movement inside him.  Then a full fist fuck.  As I pull out, Jacob asks if he can go in.  His left disappears.  He moves it deeper and then pulls out.  His right replaces his left.  I add the three fingers of my left, slipping in against Jacob’s palm.

“Give him your hand and cock.”  Jacob wants to watch it from this angle.

My newly greased left slides in.  I pull back slightly so there is room for my cock to slide along the palm.  I push it in.  I go deep, with my entire cock shaft.  My fingers, inside Derrick, open and my cock goes through them.  It feels terrific—his hot hole and then my fingers adding even more friction.

I idly wonder why I’ve never shot my load this way…

*

In didn’t happen.  Almost as I thought it, Derrick’s hole had had enough stretch.  We stopped, happy to have re-connected so smoothly…                                           

House Party: All That Cum (Part Two)

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House Party: Eleven Horny Men (Part One)

 Grand Rapids—January, 2025

For a great change of pace, I got word that the house party I love to attend was gearing up for its first get together in the new year.  We had snow each of the days before my drive, but on the night of the gathering, it was clear and an easy drive north.  Parking can be a challenge in Grand Rapids with all the plowed snow taking up space, but even that proved easy.  I got there, with my rimseat under my arm, just before the appointed time…

 

I go right upstairs with the rimseat.  The upstairs is divided into two rooms.  The sling hangs from the rafters to the left of the staircase.  To the right is the double bed, sitting in the middle of the room, covered with faux leather for the night.  I set up the rimseat, off to one side before going back downstairs and stripping.

I hug the host, a short elfin man around my age.  His lanky, hairy boyfriend is just stepping out of his clothes, his big dick already hardening in anticipation.  I also greet Tim, half of the couple of Tall Top and Tim.  He tells me Tall Top can’t be here tonight.  I also greet at least three new men.  Two of those, head upstairs instantly and I hear the creak of the chains as I grab a bottle of water.

I do a quick head count.  Nine men.  I make a mental note and go upstairs.  A beefy guy is in the sling. He had introduced himself downstairs as a versatile.  He is stroking his hard, regulation sized dick as he takes a smaller cock up his ass.  I tweak the nipples of the beefy guy and his other hand finds my cock.  The top speeds up his drilling and in a matter of moments is shooting a load. Ten minutes into the event.

“Don’t worry,” he pants.  “I can do that three or four times tonight with right men.”

I go to my knees.  He won’t let me clean his cock, but he loves watching me lick his seed out of the dripping pucker in front of me.

“Fuck it into me,” the guy in the sling groans.

I stand up and make a show of pushing a pearl of cum into his ass with my big flared cock head.

“Fuck, you’re big…”

It’s an odd angle, with how little of his ass is hanging off the edge of the sling.  I get all the way into him, with a deep knee bend.  We fuck a little, but it’s awkward.  I ask if we can move it to the bed.  He agrees.  He gets out, cleans my cock of stray sperm, and leads the way to the bed.  There are two other men getting fucked here. Both are on all fours and getting railed from behind.  My guy takes the same position on an empty side of the bed.  I eat his wet hole some more and then give him the fucking he really wanted, hard and deep and fast.

I pull out.  Tim goes in after me, enjoying that I’ve opened the hole up for his fat cock.  I find a man standing to the side.  He bends for me and I’m in my second hole of the night.  He begs off after a few moments.  I go behind Tim, kneel and rim him on his backstroke.

“Fuck me,” he says.

I stand up and slip my cock into him as he continues to plow the guy from the sling…

*

We are now up to eleven men.  Two more have arrived.  The average age had been 50 at the top of the orgy.  These too are significantly younger.   And become the center of attention.  Even one of the self-proclaimed bottoms ends up plowing the cuter of the two.  I am at a loose end so I go to suck another top who can’t, for the moment, find a hole.  He is a slightly stocky Black man, I have played with here for years.  I love how hairy he is:  chest, crotch and ass.

“Why don’t you eat my hole.”

I am delighted he wants the rimseat.  We go there and I feast on his hairy butt.  He is all top, but loves my tongue working his hole.  Soon I feel a mouth replace my hand on my cock.  I can tell it’s my host.  He gets me very wet—and sits on it.  I love having an ass on my face and another on my dick at the same time.  

When I come up for air, the multi-cummer top is letting loose with his second load in the cuter of the two young arrivals.  He groans out his orgasm.

“Go felch him,” says the host. 

I do.  The young man, still on all fours, moans as my tongue invades him.  “You are such a dirty pig…” he croons, reveling in my lapping the seed out of his hole.

“You want me to push some of it deeper?”

He nods.  I stand up and invade his guts.  Younger skin and a tighter hole.  He feels great.  He moans and filthy words tumble out of his mouth—until the Boyfriend of the host sticks his dick in it.  The young man loves being spit roasted and is up to the challenge.  I fuck him hard, my open palm slapping his hairless ass.

“Now clean me up,” I say as I pull out of him, a little roughly.  The Boyfriend moves and I present my very wet, cummy cock to this 30-something. 

He doesn’t even hesitate.  “I love it out of my ass,” he mutters as he licks me clean of the other’s man’s jizz…

*

“Don’t forget what I told you last time,” whispers the Boyfriend.  We are standing to the side of the bed.  A man has been alternating on our sizable cocks with his mouth, but he’s now taking a break in the sling and getting pummeled by the multi-cummer.

I look at him blankly.  I am not sure.

“That I wanted to take your dick in my ass.”

I do remember that.  I’d been surprised.  I’d only seen him top.

We are almost alone in the bedroom.  The men are either on break downstairs or at the sling watching the show.  The Boyfriend gets on all fours.  He’s as skinny as I am.  I kneel and rim his ass.  He moans out “Just go easy…”

I grease up from the tub of melted coconut oil.  I stand.  I work into him slowly.  Inch by inch.  He loses his erection as I do it, but his breathing tells me he is loving it.  My pubes brush his thin ass cheeks.  I hold.  And wait.

“Go ahead.” 

I begin to pump into him.  Slow and leisurely.

“Oh, yeah…” he moans.

I pick up the pace, just as the host walks into the room.  He stops dead, looking at his Boyfriend getting fucked by me. 

“Nice!”  He now bends and whispers into his ear: “His cock is so big.  I know just what you’re feeling.”  Between his words and the visuals, the host’s cock erects.  He thrusts it into his boyfriend’s mouth.  “Have some more dick…”

I just keep drilling into his upturned ass…

*

Lot’s more to come in part two.  I will try to get it done tomorrow, so you don’t have to wait too long for it.

Snow Day

 Near Home—January, 2025

 

After that Tuesday of play, I continued my week of catching-up on things I had to do now I was home.  I knew I had no time to play again until Friday.  My dick was wanting more every day, but I just kept telling myself, as I ticked off my to-do list, to wait for Friday. 

I woke up ready for sex on Friday morning with a roaring hardon.  I went to make tea and looked out the front window.  It had snowed during the night.  Several inches. I shoveled.  I cursed.  I cursed while shoveling.  Once my driveway was clear, the street in front of my house was not too bad.  I thought about going to the bookstore anyway.  But I knew it was crazy.  Guys wouldn’t be out in all this.

But I went…

 

There are actually cars in the parking lot.  Three of them.  So, if one is the clerk…

I go inside.  I pay a clerk I don’t know and go into the theatre.  There is no one here.  At all.  I sit in my favorite chair.  The porn is good.  I pull out my dick and stroke. 

In ten-minutes time, there are six of us sitting in the dark.  Then eight.  Three other men have their dicks out.  Two of those are on their phones and jerking to their own special porn.  One of those guys is a cubby top who loves to fuck Braydon, the cumdump, with me.  I know he’ll be doing nothing today with the men I see around me.  The other man on a phone is new to me.  He is likely late 30’s and is thickly built.  His eyes never leave his phone.  He kneads his crotch, making it swell.  We all watch him finally pull back his sweatpants and pull out his cock.  It is a thin seven incher.  He jerks.  No, it’s a good eight.  Well, fuck.  He has nine inches of thin, slightly curved dick.  His hand is a blur as he strokes.

Three different men, at different times, go over and sit next to him.  He shakes his head at the silent offer of a hand or a mouth.  Each guy sits there for another moment before getting up and leaving him alone, letting the next person try.

I just watch.

About twenty minutes after his full erection, Nine Incher stands up.  He makes a show of putting his cock away, jamming it into his sweats.  He walks out of the room, seemingly satisfied.

“What’s that about?”  says the guy who fucks Braydon.  He sits next to me and actually put his phone down.

“He likes to show it off,” I venture.

“Yeah, so do you, but you do something with it.”

“Maybe this is his way to get hard to take it home to his partner…”

This is met with a snort.  The guy gets up, his phone dinging, and sits back down away from everyone, his eyes focused exclusively on his shiny electronic device…

*

The men change.  There are now five of us.  Phone Man has gone in search of someone who was texting him.  My eyes are on a man sitting three seats away from me.  I am sure I know him.  Then it clicks.  It’s his beard that makes me remember.  He looks slightly like Jacob, but a shade younger.  I sucked his cock in the old theatres after several men couldn’t get him off.  I did.  And I did him again in the back corner here.  He is looking right at me.  I nod.  He indicates his hard cock with his hand.

I get up and go over. 

“So glad you’re here,” he whispers.

I kneel.  I take his thin cock into my mouth.  I love not having to worry about my teeth.  He is fairly long, but his length is just shy of where I choke.  The perfect cock to suck.  And it doesn’t hurt that he is really cute.  I go to work.  My tongue can constantly roam all the way around him.  He loves this and makes a little murmur every time I lap the underside of his helmet head. 

I pull off him after six minutes or so.  I pull his hairy balls out of his designer underwear.  He pants a little in anticipation.  I remember he loves me licking them.  They are slightly sweaty and delicious.  I lick.  I can take both of them into my mouth without hurting him.  I go lower, licking his perineum, just under his ball sack.  I would love to eat this man’s ass, but for now I settle on his fragrant taint.

I move up again.  Over his wet and slick balls, the hair looking dark with all my saliva, and up his shaft.  I lick his piss slit, swallowing the precum.  He moans as I take his shaft to the root.

“Do that again and I’ll cum,” he breathes.

I hold back.  I do his balls one more time.  Then my tongue licks up him once again.  My mouth ovals and take him down, burying my nose in his luscious pubes.  I pull half off him and sink to the base of his cock again.  That does it.  He grabs my head and holds me in place as his cock shoots out a copious load.  His cock is placed in my mouth where I can taste his cum before I swallow.  It’s sweet and thick.  He gives me at least five big spurts before relaxing his grip.

I clean him up as he sits there and pants…

*

The men have changed again.  There are just three of us.  An old man is all but asleep, focused on the gay porn.  A younger cub is eyeing my cock.  I get the nod.  I take the hand away from my dick.  He gets up and kneels in front of me.

“That’s some dick, Daddy.”

He begins to suck.  He’s good.  No teeth and lots of spit.  He occasionally deep throats me, making his eyes water.  After the third or fourth time of that, he unzips his pants so he can stroke as he sucks.  I am actually getting kind of close to shooting.  I concentrate on his mouth.  And the lingering taste of the bearded man in my mouth.

I stand up.  I hold his ears and begin face fucking him.  He’s surprised, but pleased.  His hand stops jerking himself.  He concentrates on my cock.  I am thrusting about three quarters of my length into him with each thrust.  Now I go deep.  He chokes.  I begin to shake.  I am right on the edge.  I release him, ready to give him my load with a final deep thrust. 

He pulls free, thanking me, thinking I’ve shot down his throat.  He has covered my boots with his own jizz.  He wipes them down, telling me how hot that was.  I can’t bring myself to say I didn’t shoot. 

I am just thankful for the play I got on his snowy day.  I head home with the taste of the bearded boy still in my mouth…

So Many Cocks in One Place

 Near Home—January, 2025

This was a week of catching up on things that needed to be done with my return to Michigan—the dentist, getting the shingles vaccine, etc.  I also found time for some play.  It was on Tuesday, of that first full week of January, that I went to the bookstore.  I chatted for a moment with the clerk, paid and went in…

 

The place is packed.  I do a quick head count the moment I find a seat, off to the side.  I am the eleventh man.  And all ten of the men here have their cock out and are stroking to either the movies, or the eye candy in the room.  The men are mostly early to late 50’s.  I only recognize one of them; the others are new to me.  I get my dick out, marveling at how many cocks are being stroked.  In the old theatres, I never saw this many men displaying the goods at one time.

The large man sitting next to me, who has a lot of facial hair, sighs deeply as he sees my dick.  “Will you let me suck that?” 

I nod.  He is the first man to go to floor.  He envelops my cock.  I love the feel of his beard on my balls.   His tongue is thick.  And active.  It’s everywhere.  I sigh myself.  Then he starts using his beard.  It strokes my hard cock.  He rubs my wet head on his ‘stache and then on his eyebrows.  Now it’s back deep into his throat.  He’s great.  But his knees go quickly.  He pulls himself up and sits back down.

“Can I return the favor?”

He nods and I suck his small, but very hard cock.  He is very juicy, but his dick goes soft in my mouth.  It’s doing the sucking that does it for him.  I get up, after a bit.  He nods to me, and goes across to the other row of chairs and sucks a different guy.

I look around.  Many men are jerking the man next to them.  One other man is on his knees in front of the oldest guy here.  The guy I know from this place gets up and comes to me.  He lifts an eyebrow in question.  I nod.  He kneels and sucks.  He uses his very white mustache the same way my first sucker did with his beard.  This guy is good, too.  And he loves dick in his mouth.  So much so, he eventually shoots between my boots when he takes me really deep into his throat.  He excuses himself and rushes to the restroom to clean up.

The door opens.  It is the young man, 30+, that always used to take me a closed booth here to play—and who I finally trained to suck me in public.  He sits next to me, in the chair the large guy vacated.  (He is still on the floor across from us.)  The young man has let his hair grow very shaggy, but he is still very good looking—and the men in the room are very aware of his presence.  He looks at me, I nod and he slips to the floor.  He takes me into his mouth.  I love that the guy across from us starts jerking faster as he watches me get blown for the third time.

My sucker spends a long time on me.  I watch one coupling on the far side of the room give the sucker there a mouth full of sperm.  They both leave.  My man keeps sucking.  I urge him to my balls.  He licks them.  I hear him moan a little as he licks the sweaty, hairy orbs.  I tell him to lick my cock ring.  He does, working his tongue under it.  Then he licks his way back up the balls and my shaft to my dripping head.  He swallows me down…

*

The young man finally gets off his knees.  I playfully stroke his hard cock, one he mostly left alone as he sucked.

The door opens.  Cute College Kid comes in.  He sees me and sits on my other side.  He opens his fly, decides that’s not good enough and steps out of his jeans.  He leaves on nothing but a t-shirt and socks.  He kneels and sucks my cock.  I look at the other young man.  He seems fine with it.  Cute College Kid’s mouth is smaller.  It’s a totally different feeling.  Good and intense.  I let him suck me a bit, then take him by the ears and pull him gently off my dick.   I smile and move him over to the other young man’s hard cock.  CCK enthusiastically sucks him.  I slip to the floor.  He is kneeling with his bare ass available.  I kneel to the side, bend and begin licking his ass crack.  He groans around the dick in his mouth.  I spread his cheeks apart and zero in on his hole.  I tongue fuck him—but the angle is not good, and the floor cool and hard.

He finally moves to get up.  He grins at the man he’s been sucking.  I wonder if they know each other.  Then turns to me, where I am still on the floor.  His long and thin dick brushes my mustache.  I open and take him to the root.  Almost instantly I am rewarded with a young man’s big load.  He lets me clean him up, before sitting down in his chair again. 

I sit, too.  The young man who once never played in public, is back on his knees in front of me.  He swallows my cock down.  Cute College Kid is jerking the very hard cock of a man twice his age, a guy who had moved over to watch me eat his butt earlier.  CCK now sucks the daddy.  I watch CCK’s dick stiffen back up.

A really hot 40-something walks in and sits a chair away from Not in Public.  I lean down and tell him he should suck the new guy if he unzips.  The new guy does unzip, and takes out a slender, curved cock.  Not in Public crawls over to him and is soon sucking his dick.

Cute College Kid now moans as he gets the load down his throat from the Daddy.  He turns to me, as the other guy leaves, and kneels on the seat, presenting his ass in prime rimming position.  I kneel and bury my face in his slender butt.  My tongue begins to fuck his pucker.  I love eating his butt like this—so open and available.  And he is jerking his round-two hardon.

“Daddy, take it!”

He spins around and shoves his exploding cock in my mouth.  It’s a smaller load, but sweet.  I notice that Not in Public is back in his chair—and the hot man gone.  “Success?” I ask as I sit down.

He nods.

And instantly, I stand up.  I need to shoot.  I didn’t realize the combination of ass eating and a load down my throat got me so turned on.  “Have some more,” I tell him.  He holds onto my shaft so I don’t go too deep.  He wants to taste my seed.  And I give it to him, in three or four major spurts…