"Anything, Daddy..."

 I am back.  Earlier than expected.  Everything went fairly smoothly as I drove my brother and his partner from New Jersey to Michigan.  They sent me home early, though there is a lot of unpacking still to do.  I am glad they are here, near the rest of the family—though it will be a huge adjustment after most of their adult years in NYC and later in Jersey City as prices drove them out of Manhattan.

But back to my dick… 

When we last met, I had had a fun Sunday afternoon getting inside Derrick and Jacob.  The next few days were all about doing ‘life things’ so I’d be ready to leave at the end of the month.  I went in search of some fun on Thursday…

 

Near Home—January, 2025

I am in the new theatre at the bookstore closest to me.  There are a smattering of men around—all watching the guy I’d christened Nine Incher masturbate to straight porn.  He loves showing it off.  He makes eye contact with no one.  After a good 20 minutes, he looks at his vibrating phone, takes it (and his swinging cock) into the bathroom to answer it.  In moments we hear him washing up and he leaves.

I move to his chair.  The door opens and the guy who claimed “I took it all” when I fucked him (and I had maybe three inches inside him) arrives.  He instantly kneels and gives me head.  Usually he uses his hand, only taking the head of my dick in his mouth.  Not today.  He is more varied.  And it feels good…

And I took no other notes other than saying: “I know there was more…but ???”  Typing this, I hoped I might remember.  Not a thing comes to mind…

 

Jackson and Near Home—January, 2025

I waited until Saturday to have sex again.  I wanted to do the active Saturday at the bookstore that has gloryhole booths, curtained cabanas and the medical exam table.  I went.  It was busy.  I saw the Choker, lurking and sucking others.  I watched some porn until I was rampant.  I got some head as I sat there.  I got up and went up to the slurp ramp.  All the holes but one were busy.  I stuck my dick through it.  A man grabbed it and gave it a hard twist.  I cried out in surprise and true pain.  He let go.  I slammed my fist against the plywood and went off to calm down and see what damage he'd done to me.  There was nothing physical to be seen.  But I was angry.  Really angry.  I got in my car to go home—but I drove to my usual haunt instead.

On entering I gave head to a larger guy—the only guy with his dick out.  I didn’t touch myself.  But I got hard as I worked on him and it felt normal.  Just then, he shot his watery load down my throat.

A good looking stranger arrived.  He pulled out a cock just slightly smaller than mine, but with a delicious looking curve and huge balls.  He went to work on me and soon we were trading cock sucking skills.  My day was looking up.  Three men watched us.  Only one opened his fly—and the new guy did him, before coming back to me.  More men arrived, but all stayed zipped up.  This infuriated the guy with the curved dick and he stomped off to his car…

Another new arrival.  He is unknown to me.  Young (remember, young to me, is under 35) and doughy.  He can’t stop eyeing my cock.  He finally asks if he can suck me.  He does.  Really well.  He stops only so he won’t shoot himself.  He wanks for a bit and then sucks me again—right up until he’s afraid he’ll shoot.  He sits back down.  I am just about to go do the young man when the Choker arrives, having made the trip from the other venue.  He sees the kid and is on his knees instantly.  He gets the load in no time.

The Choker sucks me, of course.  We take a break.

I make the nod to a Black man I’ve never seen here before.  He nods back and points at my cock, squeezing his own hefty erection.  The Choker appears from a dark corner, kneels and takes the guy down his throat before I can get out of my chair.  I watch him take this guy’s load, too. 

Later, a hot young Latino come towards me, wanting some daddy dick.  The Choker sees him and crosses the room before going to his knees and taking me down.  I tell him to stop—but the Latino is put off.  He leaves the room.  And so it goes…The Choker acting unaware of what he’s doing…

I go home without shooting.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

I needed to drop a load.  And I’m not going to do it myself.  The next day, Sunday, I went once more to my local bookstore.  The stars aligned…

 

I sit in my regular seat where I can see both screens.  An older man I recognize from here is eyeing me.  I am intrigued by a young guy in his 30’s sitting in the corner next to an obese, older guy.  As I watch the younger man jerks off the older, coating his big belly with his cum.  They clean up with fast food napkins. 

The older guy is no longer eyeing me.  He moves to the young man.  They soon both have their cocks out and are giving each other hand jobs.  The young, thin one pauses his stroking of the other man to wave me over to them.  I get up and sit on the young man’s left.  Now he has a hard cock in both hands.

“You are so big,” he says in his outside voice.  He suddenly leans over and begins to suck me.  It’s an awkward angle.  So, he goes to the floor.  He is not great, but is very enthusiastic.  He finally stands up and waves his thin cock at me.  I suck him.  He moans.  My years of experience make him beg me to stop.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I stop and sit back down.  He strokes both cocks on either side of him again.  The older guy is stroking him.  I have my right hand on the young man’s balls.  He is very furry.

“Show me your ass.”

“I can’t get fucked.”

“I just want to see it.”

He stands up and drops his jeans to his ankles.  There is no underwear.  He is incredibly furry.  I run my hand over his hairy butt cheeks.  Somehow, I convince him to bend and let me lick his butt.  He bends and can’t stop jerking himself from the moment my tongue touches him.

He shoots in under five minutes as I lick up and down his furry crack…

*

The young one is gone.  The older guy leaves, too.  I am alone in the space.

Fuck.

The porn is good. I stroke.

The door opens.  A drop-dead gorgeous man in his late 40’s comes in.  He’s Caucasian, with short, dark brown hair.  Hollywood handsome and very well dressed for this place.  He sits next to me.  With a big smile on his face. He unzips.  A thick, curved cock emerges.  He stands, so his trousers fall to his ankles.  Underwear is pushed down.  He sits and his hand reaches for me.  And mine for him.  We stroke.

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs.  He gets on his knees, jutting that naked ass out behind him for me to see.  His mouth skills are great.  He has me dripping in moments.  He deep throats me with ease.

Finally, he pulls off me.  “Damn, Daddy.  That’s a lot of dick.”

I smile.

“You can fuckin’ do anything to me…” he murmurs.  “Anything, Daddy.”

I tell him to kneel on his chair.   He does, bending and pushing his shapely ass at me.  I kneel and begin eating him out.  His crack is hairy, but sparse, compared to the previous ass on my tongue today.  In moments, I am drilling into his pucker.  He gasps and tells me how good it feels.  I can’t tell if he has poppers, but suddenly his hole opens.  Welcoming me in.  I keep slurping and spitting.

He begins to beg me for my cock in his butt.  I keep licking him out.  Now I stand and my greased dick slaps his right butt cheek.  I prod his wet pucker, that is now slightly open.  I can’t wait to see it gape.

I push into him.  He groans.  He doesn’t tell me to go slow.  No.  Not at all.  “Use it anyway you want,” he pants.  I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Part of me wishes we had witnesses; part of me is glad we are totally undistracted and sharing this moment with just the two of us.  I pick up the speed.  His ass lips cling to my withdrawing cock.  I find it incredibly hot to watch. 

I finally pull out and eat his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  “Nobody does that to me…” he mumbles.  I keep slurping up his freshly made ass jizz.

“So hot,” I manage to gasp out as I stand up.  I plow into his wet hole.  I fuck a half a dozen strokes and my cock spurts out a load.  It feels good, but it’s not the big payoff.  I groan—and he thinks I’m done.  I’m not.

I pull out slowly.  I go to my knees and stop the trickle of jizz out of his hole.  He feels it and knows just what I’m doing.  “Taste your cum, Daddy.  Just save some for me.”

I lick it up and swallow.  It makes my cock swell.  I know I can shoot again.  “Love your ass,” I pant as I pause from licking up my seed.  I bury my face in his hole.  My cock signals he needs to fuck again—if the rest of the cum is to go inside.

I stand up and slide in.  “Fuckkkkk….” he groans.

Three hard strokes and I am blasting off for real this time.  Every nerve alive and screaming.  I shoot a second load into him and collapse on his back…

I marinate in him for a long time.  When I do pull out, he turns and licks a drop of jizz out of my piss slit.  He moans as he tenderly cleans me up…