I'll Take That as a Compliment

 My Playroom—February, 2025

I had a lot of sex, that second full week of February.  Monday was the trip to the bookstore where I had fun with the man with the porn star body.  Wednesday, I had a date with Kieran in the playroom.  And another man was booked the following day to jump in the sling.

Kieran, the married bear with the super talented mouth, had sent me a number of texts as I was driving home to Michigan with my brother.  They were all in the vein of ‘let me know once you’re back and I will give that big cock of yours a workout!’  It had been a full month since we’d seen each other, so, I did—and we set a date and time.

As Wednesday dawned, I got a text asking if we could adjust his arrival, as he’d forgotten an appointment.  I agreed.  He arrived at my front door a little before the new time.  Breathless.    He greeted me and went directly to the back stairs to go down to the playroom.  I grabbed my mug of tea and followed…

 

He is almost naked as I enter the playroom.  He sits on the bed and puts his socks back on.  He rips off a once white tee-shirt and tosses it into the chair, saying “Let’s fuck!”

I hang my bathrobe on the doorknob.  I move right in front of him.  I want that talented mouth to get me hard.  I pull back the yellow jock pouch and my cock falls free.  He takes it into his mouth and it grows firm deep in his throat.  Now the real cock sucking begins.  His tongue seems to be everywhere:  in my piss slit, right under the head or swirling around the girth of me.  Now he deep throats me.  I love the exquisite tightness of his throat.  I let him work on me, doing whatever pleases the both of us.

“My ass is so hungry for you,” he says as he pulls off me.

But I deliberately ignore him.  I get on the bed. “I want more of that mouth.”  He repositions and leans down to do all the same things at a new angle.  Making my cock drip.

“And don’t forget my balls.”

He makes them very wet.  He lifts them and remembers to dig his tongue between my balls and my cock ring, something I love.  He seems to, too.  He can’t seem to get enough.  Finally, he sits back up.  I relent and get off the bed. 

Kieran has knee issues so we skip the bench go directly to the sling.  He gets in and I kneel in front of his big bear ass.  I burrow in and he groans.  “I love watching you do that,” he murmurs, his eyes on the mirror above him.  “Eat my hole and get it ready for that cock.”

I dig in, spitting and licking it back up.  Over and over.

I stand.  I push in and fuck.  His eyes never leave the mirror. He is rubbing his own cock in time to my fuck strokes.

I pull out.  He is deliciously clean.  He has figured out how to get there on these last two visits.  To reward him, I go to my knees and eat out his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  Then begs for my cock.  “Let me see it slide in!”

I stand up and push it back in.  Forcefully.  His eyes go wide, riveted to the mirror above him.  I fuck him harder.  His hand jerks in time with me once again.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!!  Noooo!”  He is shooting his load, all over his hairy chest. 

I slow down.  “Can you keep going?”

“Yeah.  Cream my hole.”

I fuck, but I can see the discomfort on his face.  I pull out.  I try a smaller toy, to keep his ass open for me, but that’s worse.

I kneel.  I bury my face in his used hole.  This makes him moan.  My cock is rock hard as I eat him out.  I take a hit of poppers and go to town on his very pronounced ass lips.  Something about having the swollen flesh in my mouth—swollen flesh that my dick helped create—really turns me on.  I suckle them as Kieran whimpers.

I take a second hit when the fumes wear off.  I keep licking and sucking and lightly chewing on what was once a tight pucker.  Damn, I suddenly realize I can shoot.  I stand up and push between those engorged lips that were just in my mouth and I fire my load into his ass.

All under an hour.

 

Kieran was apologetic, but thrilled I could still give him a load.

I really do take is as a compliment that the sight of my cock fucking into him got him off so quickly…

Porn God

 Near Home—February, 2025

 

What are the odds of being struck by lightning?  One in 15,300 my computer tells me.  Or being in a plane crash?  One in 11 million.  So somewhere between those two are the odds of finding a man in my local bookstore who is hotter than any of the porn gods of the last ten years.  And you know I’ve been lucky enough to get my dick into a lot of pornsters…

It was Monday, of all days, around one o’clock in the afternoon…

 

I go into the dark room.  It’s crowded.  I have to sit on the side wall, where I can only see the straight screen.  Many men have their dicks out, but not all.  The cocksucking couple is here.  Almost instantly, I am being sucked by the Shaved Head side of the pair.  The moment his knees tire, his partner, the Shy One, is between my legs, keeping my cock wet.  I like the mouth on Shaved Head, but there is just something about Shy One’s skills that get me going.  My balls feed him a lot of precum.

When he gets up, another man, slightly older than me and a stranger, walks over.  Seeing that my cock is available for all to suck has given him courage.  He asks really sweetly if he can have a turn.  I smile and nod.  He kneels.  His mouth ovals open and he begins to suck.  His breathing changes as he begins to bob up and down on my cock.  His hand finds his zipped-up crotch and he begins to knead himself.  He stops, panting and smiling.  I can’t help but wonder if he’s shot in his underwear.

I stroke and watch Shaved Head work the room.  The guys know him and love his mouth.  Shy One sits across the room from me, beaming, as he watches his partner go from man to man.

The larger guy from the last post (the one who used the line about cumming in my mouth and then my kissing him) comes in the door and sees me.  He offers his cock to me, using the same line.  I call him, jokingly, on his bullshit.  But I suck him. And get the fast load.  He takes off as I start to stand up…

I watch the room as much as the video.  Shaved Head is on another cock.  He hasn’t gotten any of them off, it seems, as the room is still crowded with a least a dozen guys.

The door opens.  The hottest man I’ve ever seen here comes in.  I have called many men in these pages handsome, and they were.  But we don’t often get men who spend hours at the gym.  This guy is tall, about six feet.  Maybe 30 or 35.  He has left his coat in the car.  He is wearing a tight tee-shirt that might as well be a coat of tan, you can see the outline of his pecs and his six pack.  Jeans below and boots.  His head is shaved; his face is handsome, no beard, but a five o’clock shadow at 2pm is starting to show.  There is a large tat on his left shoulder, peeking out from the short sleeve.  He could easily be a cast member of any Titan porn production.

He seems disoriented.  He stands there, every eye in the place on him.  He sees a seat on the side wall across from me.  He goes over and sits.  The Shy One instantly moves to him.  I can’t quite believe that he makes the initial move.  But he does—and even better—the guy nods and opens his fly.

Shaved Head stops sucking and looks at his partner doing this guy.  Other men unzip.  There are at least 10 cocks out of the dozen men in the room.  We watch the Shy One give him great head.  The handsome guy is looking around the room, not at his cock sucker.  His eyes find mine—and my wet cock glistening in the reflected light of the television screen.  He nudges Shy One and points to the vacant chair next to me.  He comes over.  He pushes his pants (no underwear) to his ankles and sits.  Shy One goes right back to his knees.  I can now see the dick for the first time.  It is almost a mirror image of mine.  Long and thick, with a pronounced head.  He is so hard, if there is foreskin, you can’t tell.  His hand reaches for mine.  He grabs it, but not in the death grip of so many guys.  He strokes me lightly, smiling at the cock in his hand and the mouth on his own.

Shy One comes up for air.  “Can my buddy suck you?” he asks. 

Porn God nods.  Shaved Head is there in a heartbeat and kneels.  He goes to work.  The Voyeur moves from near the gay screen (where I couldn’t see him before) and stands on the other side of Porn God.  He offers the guy his dick, but PG is content with the mouth on him and me in his hand.  My hand now rubs his hard pecs.  PG lifts his shirt.  He is like a frickin’ Greek statue.  Perfect.  I play with his pronounced nipples.

“He has a great mouth, too,” the Voyeur whispers, ever my cheering section, pointing at me.

Porn God grunts and indicates Shaved Head to let me take over.  I do.  I go down on him for the first time.  He moans.  I can instantly tell he likes my tongue work.  I sense him reach up to the Voyeur and, when I finally glance up, he is holding the Voyeur’s cock now.  I work hard, using every trick I know.  He is oozing, but not anywhere near shooting.

I break, letting Shy One back on him.  I stand, thinking he might want my dick in his mouth.  But, no.  He wants a mouth on him and both our hard cocks in his hands.  Shy One sucks.  Shaved Head has another turn.  I do another round, too.  He is getting harder.  I really have to work to keep my teeth out of the way.

Suddenly he stands up.  He begins to fuck my face.  I would love to get his load.  I work hard to get it.  Shy One has stuck his face in Porn God’s naked ass.  I can’t quite believe it.  He is obviously rimming him.   As much as I want this guy’s load, I want to lick his ass more.  I grab his hips and rotate him, so his long cock is in Shy One’s mouth and I get to bury my tongue in his wet ass crack.  The moment my hard tongue finds his pucker, he groans.  He bends slightly and bucks back on me, just as strongly as he fucks into Shy One’s mouth.

It can’t last.  Shaved Head is on his knees next to me, waiting his next turn.  Porn God swivels, maybe to get back to my mouth, but he can’t make it.  He erupts all over the face and open mouth of Shave Head, giving him a massive one-man bukkake.   I get the honor of cleaning the last drop off Porn God’s dick.  The guy moves into the restroom and then vanishes out the door.

It takes at least three fast food napkins from Shy One to clean up Shaved Head so they can go home…

I am still on my knees, a little dazed.  A man I don’t know come over, cock out and shoves it in my mouth.  He unloads very fast.  Two others from the audience we just played to, see me as a quick cum dump.  The next guy has huge balls and a load that befits their size.  The third guy I remember nothing about, except he is just as anxious to make sure his cum isn’t wasted on the floor.  He gives me a third load in quick succession.

The place all but empties out.  I don’t want to be blue balled.  Not today.  I sit down.

A guy I see here regularly comes in.  He is a bear with a big ass.  We exchange blow jobs before he offers me his butt.  I give him every drop  that I’d have loved to put into the porn god… 

"Get Your Dick Back in Me..."

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Wall Art

I have shared with you many posts about the art on my playroom walls.  I wish I could say this was my latest acquisition.  But no, that's just wishful thinking…

 

I have felt that writing a post every other day has been working for me.  But there are some times when four in one week feels like too much work (and I don’t want this blog to ever become work.)  I still enjoy sharing.  But I want to make sure that I still look forward to writing and it doesn’t become a duty.

*

The number of daily readers has grown in the last few months.  I don’t think I will ever see the numbers I had before the pandemic, but it is nice to feel that I am reaching a wider audience again. 

I shall be back on Monday with more of my February sex…

Dominating the Room

 Near Home—February, 2025

After my meet with Rudy, the packing up of my brother’s apartment continued.  By Sunday it was loaded into two trucks and we were driving from New Jersey to Michigan, through the snowy mountains of Pennsylvania.  We were on the road for two days, before checking into a motel directly across the street from his new apartment. Starting early the next morning, the movers got everything from the first truck into his new space.  The next day, they finished up.  Two of the four stayed to continue to unpack for the rest of that day and the next.  That left me with nothing to do.  There was no room for a fifth body in their apartment crowded with packing boxes.  I did some grocery shopping for him and, after I delivered it, I was told to go home.

I didn’t linger—I hit the road, eager to sleep in my own bed.  But by the time I actually got home, I knew I need to unwind at the bookstore.  I had a quick meal and off I went… 

 

There are four of us in the room.  The Voyeur, on his phone, and two other men.  One of those is a very young man who I don’t recognize.  The other is in his late 40’s or early 50’s.  With his build, he is approaching Beardom, but not quite there.  He has a pleasant face and, I learn, a true need to suck cock.

Moments after I sit across from the Voyeur, the man gets up.  He isn’t coming for me and my big dick.  He wants the young man.  The young guy moves into the farthest corner away from us all—and beckons the cocksucker to approach.  The man goes to his knees and the sounds of a wet blow job fill the room.

The Voyeur, stroking his long, thin cock, makes the same gesture to me.  I go over and kneel.  I lick his fragrant balls.  My tongue snakes up his hard shaft.  I envelop his head and slide down, taking every inch of him but the final one.  He bucks up into me, making me take it.  I do.  He holds me there and releases.  Now I am allowed to go back to do whatever I want to do. 

And it’s his balls.  I can’t get enough of them.

Suddenly the Voyeur stands up, forcing me to retreat.  He strips.  He kneels on the chair.  He’s facing the blow job happening in the back corner and his ass is presented to me.  I knew he liked my rimming, but I am surprised we are doing it in the main area where any new arrival will see him when they walk in.  But his ass wants my tongue.  So, I give it to him.  The thrill of the first time is gone, but he still loves it and I lick and slurp and spit up and down his ass crack.

We both hear the young man in the corner let out a moan.  He is obviously shooting, deep into the older man’s throat.  The Voyeur gets up and pulls on his pants.  He sits and I sit next to him.  The young guy, a huge smile on his face, walks past us and out the door.  The Cocksucker has his sights on the Voyeur.  He comes over, smiles and kneels before him.  I watch that cock I’d just sucked disappear into another man’s mouth.  The thought makes my cock drool.  I love seeing the Black shaft disappear into a Caucasian mouth.  The contrast is wonderful, even in the dim room.  He gives him good head, but he doesn’t get him off.  I can tell the Cocksucker is surprised, but not displeased.

“Suck my friend,” the Voyeur tells him.

The guy knee walks over one chair and goes down on me.  I can see why the young man had such a big smile on his face.  This guy is really good.  And he obviously loves doing it.  He produces vast amounts of excess saliva that drips to my balls.

The Voyeur strokes to the sex, then stands up and feeds me his dick.  I swallow him down and let him face fuck me as the other man bobs on my cock.  This is often how the Voyeur gets off with me, but not today.  The door opens and a hot looking daddy, around my age, comes in.  I have seen him before, but he’s never shown any interest in me.

The Voyeur sees him, too and pulls out of my mouth.  Maybe this is the guy he was texting on his phone, for he goes right over to the guy, his cock hard and dripping and whispers into the guy’s ear.  They go off to play in the restroom.

My cocksucker redoubles his efforts.  He is sure he can get me off.  He works harder—and I could use the release—but it’s not happening yet.

The door opens again.  A man half my age comes in.  He goes and sits in the same corner where the other young guy got blown.  This new man, of course, pulls out his phone and scrolls away.  My Cocksucker gets up, defeated.  He nods to me and moves to the new guy.  In moments, he is kneeling and sucking the younger guy.

I listen and hear the sounds of fucking from the restroom.  I wish they were out here.  I hear the Voyeur get off.  Both men hurry out of the room.  I am swimming in the Cocksucker’s saliva, so I go in to rinse.  I see the Voyeur’s full rubber in the trash, with the wrapper lying on the floor.  I rinse off and go back out just as the new guy gives the Cocksucker a noisy load.

He zips up and is gone.  The Cocksucker sits in the young guy’s chair.  Waiting for someone new to walk in.  I am always curious about the dynamics of the room—and this guy has dominated the space all afternoon.  I mentally wish him good luck with his quest for more.

 I sit, suddenly more tired from the last week than I knew I was.  I’d like to get off, but…

The door opens.  A new man enters—and the cocksucker lures him to the corner.

A good signal for me to go home and get some rest…

Rudy Welcomes Me To New Jersey with His Talented Ass

 Jersey City—January, 2025

 

After the great sex detailed in the last post, I took off the next day to help my brother pack for his move to Michigan.  The plan was for me to fly in, help pack for a week and then drive he and his partner to their new home in the Great Lake State.  I had talked to Rudy, and with the original plan, it looked like I would likely have time to play with him twice (the second being a trip into the city to Manhole, a large fisting party.) 

It didn’t work that way.  Things were moving faster for the pack than any of us envisaged.  We were ready to leave New Jersey much sooner.  Thankfully, I went to Rudy’s the first night I arrived.  It was our only chance to play…

 

I walk the few short blocks to his apartment.  It is a beautiful building, likely built a hundred years ago. Rudy opens the door, a big grin on his face.  He is a young looking 50-something, lean and fresh from the shower.  We hug.  We sit a moment, playing with his cat and talking out some of the stress that I am already feeling at my brother’s.  Soon enough, we are in his bedroom.  (The cat is not happy that she is excluded from our time together.)  The sling is set up in the picture window nook.  A neoprene sheet is on the bed.

I strip and Rudy jumps in the sling, presenting the wonderful curves of his ass for my inspection.  I kneel and push my face between his spread cheeks.  My tongue finds his warm hole and I begin to tongue fuck it.  I slobber and spit, poking it into him.  Rudy groans and begins talking nasty, telling me what he feels about what I’m doing to him.

I stand up and slide my greased cock into his wet ass.  He takes me easily.  He begins to whimper—in a good way.  He tells me how good it feels to have Daddy back in his boy hole.  I fuck him slowly.  Easing into him.  Opening his hole for more to come.

When I finally stop the anal assault, he wants to taste my cock.  He gets out of the sling and kneels in front of me.  He reaches for the Jennings mouth gag.  He snaps it in place, with the metal device holding his mouth open.  He nods and I push my dick into his restrained jaw.  I fuck his face for a moment.  I could wish that it was one more rachet open.  I keep catching myself on a tooth.  But it makes Rudy incredibly hard as I fuck his face.

Soon enough, he’s back in the sling.  I am eating out his freshly fucked hole.  I fuck it again.  And start fingering him, the moment I pull out.  Two, then three.  Work them slowly in a circular move.  Add a fourth.  Do it all again.  Two.  Three.  Four and now the thumb.  Widening his hole for my hand.  Rudy is lost in sensation.  He babbles and moans.

After three or four finger stretches, my left hand disappears into him.  I move it slowly in a semi-circle and pull it out.  My cock replaces it.  I fuck.  He welcomes the breather.  But my fingers are right back at his hole, with his vocal encouragement.  Three.  Four. The fist.  Rotate slowly.  Now add two fingers from the right hand for the biggest stretch yet.  Rudy pants.

I pull out and fuck him again.  Slowly. Giving his hole a break.  As I exit, I piss a little on his gaping pucker.  I clean him up with my tongue and fuck him once more…

*

Rudy and taken my left repeatedly.  I try for my right, the bigger hand.  I do all the same stretching with it.  It goes in…but it doesn’t feel right for either of us.  His ass loves my left hand, how it is positioned in him.  So I go back to it.  Now it’s all about my hand in him.  The slow opening of my fingers to touch his second hole.  To push into it, moving at the tiniest increments.  But I get there.  And the joy on his face is worth it.

I give him a breather.  We talk on the bed for a moment.  He has had as long as day as I have.  He gets back in the sling, but we both agree we should wrap this session up.  I work my left hand into him once more.  I do the extra two fingered stretch with the right.  I push my cockhead into him.  No shaft, just the flared head disappears.  My hand squeezes the drooling head inside him before I pull out.

“Suck my dick as you fist me,” he suggests.

I bend and take his semi-hard cock in my mouth.  I feel it harden as I move my hand deep inside him.  I pull my hand out to work it in once more, still bent over and licking his dick.  He is hard now.  Two fingers. Three.  Four. The fist glides in.  And he erupts.  It’s a big load and I swallow all of it.  He begs for me to stop but I only work my hand out of him, I insist on licking up every drop of semen off his spent dick…

 

Little did we know, at that moment, that we wouldn’t get our second play session.  But it was great for my brother to get out faster.

And this is not a farewell fuck and fist with Rudy.  The good news is that his parents live in Indiana.  We are already talking of me setting up my sling and rimseat in a motel nearby and him flying home a day earlier than usual. 

Though I will miss seeing his cat.

 

For other adventures with Rudy and a picture of the Jenning’s Mouth Gag, hit the New Jersey label at the end of this post.

The Right Men in the Right Place at the Right Time

 Near Home—January, 2025

I love going to my local bookstore for variety.  And for the unexpected.  You never quite know what will happen or who will be there.  I went on the Tuesday before I was due to fly out on Thursday to help my brother move.  Frankly, I wasn’t expecting much…

 

The parking lot is all but deserted.  Still, I go in, pay the admission and walk into the theatre.  Two very old men are here, side by side, and doing nothing but watching the straight video.  I sit off to the side so I can easily see both screens.  My cock swells and I liberate it.  And stroke.  The old men see me do it, but pretend they don’t.

And then things start to change.  The Voyeur comes in.  He sits close to the all-male video, around the corner and out of sight of the two men and in full view of me on the opposite wall.  He takes out his long, thin cock, shoving his trousers to his ankles.  It is already hard.  He gestures for me to join him.  And as he doesn’t suck, I know what’s expected of me.

I get up and go over, hidden from view now from the old men.  I kneel and begin working on the Voyeur’s dick.  It is always juicy and today is no exception. He sighs.  I take a break from the shaft and lick his big balls.  They are slightly sweaty.  And delicious.  The Voyeur scoots down in his seat so I can get under his balls.  I lick his perineum.  He moans.  Loudly.  My tongue flicks slightly lower.  He hunches down even more.  I’ve told him in the past I’d love to rim him, and it looks like he is taking me up on it.  My tongue flicks across his hole.  His sharp intake of breath is just what I want to hear.  I do it again.

And the Voyeur stands up, turns around and kneels on the wide chair.  I pull his ass cheeks apart and give him the best rim job I can.  He is slightly sweaty here, too, but it enhances my pleasure.  I lick and spit noisily.  The old men must guess what’s happening.  I burrow into his tight pucker and he gasps.   Repeatedly.  I fuck him with my tongue. 

We only stop because he can’t stay in the position any more.  He pulls me up off my feet to hug me.  “Good?” I ask. 

“I’d fuckin’ marry you for that tongue.”

The door opens.

A hot, cubby Latino I have never seen before comes to our corner.  He goes right to the Voyeur, who is sitting now, and kneels.  He begins to suck him.  I sit across from them and watch. 

“Will you fuck me?” Cubby Latino asks.

The Voyeur nods and stands up, digging in his pocket for a condom.  I idly wonder what changed while I was away in Indiana.  Was the Voyeur given permission by his partner to fuck with a rubber in place?  For the year-and-a-half I’ve known him, he has gone from just watching, to getting sucked by me, to getting sucked by anyone he chooses and now is fucking covered.

The Voyeur rolls a condom on his dick, but Cubby Latino refuses to have latex in his ass.  The Voyeur points to me.  “He’ll give you what you want.”

Cubby Latino comes over and sees the size of my cock.  He kneels instantly and begins sucking me.  He is good.   He does my balls without asking, idly stroking my shaft as he licks them.  “This is gonna feel great in my hole,” he murmurs.

But he wants to use the bathroom to fuck.  He’s shy.  I get him to agree to bend over in the corner away from the older men.  He kneels on the chair, now stripped below the waist.  His full ass is inviting and the moment my tongue pokes his pucker he is moaning.  I bury my face in his ample ass.  He is not particularly hairy, but there is just enough in his crack for me to make wet, so I can plaster the ebony hair to his skin.

I hear the door open, but don’t bother to look up.  But soon there are feet right by us.  I glance up—it is Cute College Kid and he has his dick out and is feeding the man I am rimming.  I grin at him and continue.  Soon, I stand up, my dripping cock lubed and ready.

“You want this up you raw?”

Cubby Latino pulls off Cute College Kid’s dick and says, “Fuck yes! It’s why I take PrEP.”

I smile and push into him.  He is tighter than I predicted.  I work into him carefully.  Cubby Latino stops sucking, concentrating on being a good bottom for me.  He wills his hole to relax.  It does, but not much.  I fuck him slowly, watching Cute College Kid stroking to the fuck.  I build up to a good speed.  Cubby Latino pants.  He moans a little—and then, way too soon, asks me to stop.  I do. He goes and sits right under the TV showing the gay porn, putting his pants back on.

“Lick my ass.”

Cute College Kid drops his pants and steps out of them.  He kneels on the same chair freshly vacated by the other bottom.  He presents his petite butt to me.  I kneel and eat him out with pleasure.  The Voyeur is right there, stroking fast.  I lick and spit and poke it into his hole.

“You want my cock?”

CCK nods.  I stand up and work into the second tight hole of the day.  He takes two thirds of my length.  I know not to try for more.  I do a shallow fuck.  Cubby Latino stands up and strokes his thick uncut cock to the rutting.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot,” moans CCK.  “Ya want it?”

Knowing the answer he pulls off my dick, turns and presents me with his thin cock.  He is holding it in a death grip to keep back the cum.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  Instantly, he explodes.  Giving me his hot sperm down my throat.

I sit for a moment.  CCK, always good for two, is taking Cubby Latino back to the corner and starts to suck him.  The Voyeur has met a new comer and leads him into the bathroom to fuck.  I sit and watch CCK and CL as I stroke my dick.  They go back and forth, trading oral. 

Cubby Latino asks for a break.  Cute College Kid comes back to me.  “I have another load for you, if you eat my ass a little more.”

Are there sweeter words in the English language?  Likely, but not today.  He kneels on a chair; I kneel on the floor.  It takes no time at all.  I go deeper into his ass this time as my cock has left him gaping just a little.  He bucks against my tongue, grinding his tiny ass into my face and beard. 

And that’s it.  He spins around.  “Take it!”  He just makes it into my mouth.  His second load is every bit as big—as only young men can shoot.  He lets me get every last drop off his cock before he pulls out of my mouth and takes off.

I sit.  But not alone for more than two minutes.  The guys who fucked in the bathroom come out; the Voyeur continues out the main door and his bottom, a big beefy guy, makes a beeline to me.  “I need to get off.  He said you’d suck me.” He gestures vaguely in the direction of the departing Voyeur.  I slip out of my chair to my knees.  It’s a fat dick with lots of foreskin.  But I have no time to really explore it.  He is more than ready to shoot.  He fills my mouth with rather acrid jizz.  It’s almost equal to Cute College Kid’s jizz load. 

As I stand up, he looks at my big dick.  “My girlfriend would love that.  You swing both ways?” 

I nod and say “Sometimes…” 

“I’ll ask her.”  He goes off.  (I have seen him since with no mention of her answer….)

The room is still for the first time since I arrived.  It’s only Cubby Latino and myself.  He comes and sits next to me.  “I’m sorry about before.  I get nervous with other guys around.  Want to try again?”

I do.

He strips, naked.  He puts one knee on the seat and keeps the other on the floor.  I eat his ass.  Now that we are alone, he is incredibly responsive, both vocally and physically.  He grinds his full butt against my face.  He moans as my tongue works on opening his hole.  I moan as my tongue goes into it and he clamps down on me.

Alone, this guy is totally different.  I stand up and slide in.  His hole flowers open and he takes me deep on the first stroke.

“Damn! Fuck me with that big dick.”

I begin a hard fuck.  It builds and builds.  And he is egging me on, telling me to fuck his hole.  How he wants my load.  How I can use him anyway I want…

My hand slaps his full butt cheek.  He moans and his ass clasps my cock tightly.  I do it again.  His ass squeezes me once more.  I begin fucking in earnest.

“I know you want my load…” I grunt out.

“Fuck, yes!”

I slow down.  A slow in and out.  Deliberate. 

It makes him whimper. 

“Daddy, fuck me hard and breed me…”

I pick up the pace.  I am now fucking him hard and fast—and his thrusting back on me is in perfect sync. 

“Give it to me!”

And I do.  I thrust deep and shoot.  Again and again.

I marinate in his hole for a long time.  When I pull out a tiny trickle of white jizz escapes.  I catch it on my middle finger and feed it to him…

"You're Tasting Some Guy's Ass..."

 Near Home—January, 2025

 After the great sex with Joseph’s furry butt, spelled out in the last post, you would have thought I would be satisfied.  But it just made me want more.  So, off I went to the bookstore, that Friday afternoon...

 

There are six men here; I make seven.  I sit and open my fly.  The couple who come here to watch the other suck cock are sitting at opposite ends of the room.  The one with the shaved head is on me the moment I’m fully hard.  He is good, but his mild-mannered partner is even better.  The moment the shaved head man gets up, the partner is there to take me to the root effortlessly.  Both know I am not likely to shoot and are fine with that.  They love the feel of a big dick in their mouth and throat, so much so, Shaved Head comes back for round two.

The couple leaves, having likely sampled every man in the room but the one who won’t unzip.  Four of us stroke to the porn.  The other guy, with his hands over his crotch, falls asleep.  Eventually, I get up and suck a man around my age.  It’s a smallish cock.  My tongue works all over him.  He likes my mouth and gives me a load.

As I get up, the door opens.  It’s the guy who shoots in 15 seconds.  He sees me, comes over, bares his cock, takes a hit of poppers and, in 15 seconds, I have a big load of jizz in my mouth.

He leaves. 

I stroke.

The men change as we move to late afternoon.  The top who is always on his phone gets off it and actually fucks the Mexican who never cleans out.  I am surprised.  By both actions.

There is also an appearance from Nine Inch Stroker.  He shows off for about 20 minutes and leaves.

And it peters out…guys leave…and so do I.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

The next day I had scheduled Keith in the playroom.  You will remember him from these pages—most likely from the time when I included Tall Top and Tim in the mix—and then again when the same foursome was at Keith’s house, doing it all over again.

He sent me a text that morning. Before I looked at it, I braced myself for a cancellation.  He wrote that he wanted to be fucked in public.  Could we try that bookstore I’d mentioned to him?  I said sure and gave him the address…

 

I walk in.  The feeling is much cruiser today.  The couple is here again, too, working the room.  I let Shaved Head warm me up.  The tall Blond who loses control when he takes poppers is here.  He begs me to fuck him.  I tell him I’m waiting for a friend.  He doesn’t believe me, but at that moment Keith walks in.  Just like me, he’s wearing clothes he doesn’t care about.  He looks hot, even in ripped jeans and a black hoodie.  Guys around the room are envious as he makes a beeline to my exposed dick, kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He sucks me.  Making noises of pleasure.  Showing off.  Taking me to the root so his handsome face is pressed into my pubes.

I tell Keith to get undressed.  He does, naked but for the running shoes he slips back on.  He kneels on the chair.  I go to the floor and eat his ass.  He moans. One of the spectators stands up to get a better look at us.  I slurp and spit, before I stand up.  My wet cock slaps Keith’s hot butt.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” the spectator whispers.  I nod to him and poke my wet helmet head into Keith.  He groans.  I inch into his ass.  Slowly.  Until I am all the way in.  Keith pants.  His ass relaxes—and I begin to fuck.  With the position we are in, my hips slap his ass, making a lot of noise. 

Tall Blond stands up and comes over to watch the fuck.  He jerks his hard dick.  “I wish that was me…” 

“Stick your cock in his mouth,” I snap.  I don’t expect him to do it, but he does.  Now Keith has two dicks in him.  He’s got just what he wanted.  He fucks back on my cock as he swallows Tall Blond to the root.

I pull out of him and eat his hole again.  Tall Blond heads to the restroom.  I wonder if he’s shot, but I don’t pause to find out.  I eat the freshly fucked hole.  Keith moans, deep in his throat.  I spit one last time into his hole and stand up.  I slide in again.

This time, it is Shaved Head who gets his cock sucked as I fuck.  I am pleased the shy partner stands up, comes closer and gropes himself as he sees Keith work on his man’s meat.  I slap Keith’s ass, the sound filling the smallish room.

We take a break.  Keith sits back in the chair next to me, a little winded.  His phone goes off.  He scrambles for it, in the pile of clothes in the next chair.  He answers it and takes it, still naked, to the bathroom that is in this space.

A few minutes later, he comes back and gets dressed.  A work emergency.  He needs to leave.  We are both disappointed.  He gives my shoulder a squeeze and takes off.

I stay in my chair, my cock out.  I stroke to the nastier straight porn. 

The door opens.  A man of around the same build and type as Keith walks in, wearing a similar black hoodie.  He comes straight for my cock.  I know it isn’t Keith, but the man looks like the rough trade version of him.  A man who’s lived a harder life.  He goes to his knees and sucks my cock.  He’s great.  And he can’t get enough of it.  He unzips and takes out a fat slab of meat to stroke as he sucks.

The man comes up for air.  “You taste so good,” he grates out.

Tall Blond, sitting a chair away, says, “You’re tasting some guy’s ass on his dick!”

Instead of getting upset, the guy moans and swallows me down again.  He loves the idea.  Or the flavor.  Or both.  I know how good Keith’s hole tastes, so I can only agree.  Suddenly the new man stands up and his cock erupts.  He shoots his huge load on the floor.  He crams his still dripping dick into his pants and takes off.

Things quiet down.  I stroke.

A regular I have known for years comes in.  I haven’t seen him in this new space.  We chat.  We exchange blow jobs.  He gives me his watery load, never getting fully hard.

Now I want to fuck again—and the only man there looking for that is the Tall Blond.  He’s an asshole, but I might as well make his day.

“You want my load in your ass?” I ask him.

His response is to drop his pants and bend over.  I don’t rim him.  I just re-grease my cock and push in.

“Fuck, yes, stud.  Breed me!”

I begin to pump.  “You really want it?”

“You know I do…”

I fuck harder.  “Squeeze down on me!” 

He’s gone very slack.  He begins to milk the invading dick.  And moan, huffing poppers.

I slow down.  Long strokes.  Almost all the way out before slamming back into him.

“Use my fuckin’ ass…”

“Want my cum?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Say it!”  I am in full Dom mode with this guy.

“I want your cum in my ass.  Fill me up.”  And the afterthought: “Sir!”

That does it.  I begin to fire into his ass.  Blast after blast…