"Want a Third?"

 Near Home—April, 2025

Seeing Zane was terrific.  We had planned for it to be just us the first night and would drive into the nearest big city and incorporate others on Saturday. But we had to cut the weekend short.  The spot of blood from his longer than usual clean out (in icy water) reared its head again on his morning trip to the bathroom.  It hurt and bled.  He knew he shouldn’t take dick.  We were adult about it, got the money back from the no hot water motel for the second night and packed up the room.  We ate brunch together and each drove home, in opposite directions.

I got home mid-afternoon.  I still wanted sex.  I trolled the hook-up sites and found nothing of interest.  Lots of talk, of course, but no follow through.  I stopped and decided to go to the bookstore that night.  I go so often in the afternoon, so I was very curious what a Saturday night might bring.  It was the right choice…

 

The whole atmosphere is different.  The sexual tension in the air is much stronger than most afternoons.  There are no familiar faces, at least not at first.  A young man, built and hot, and wearing a knit hat, is stroking his ebony dick.  He sits in the back corner.  I nod to him and sit in my usual chair which is in front of him.  Across from Knit Hat is a white man, approaching 40, who is totally naked.  He is lusting after both videos, looking at first one and then the other, his seven-incher throbbing red and angry.  On the other wall, are two men, both in their 50’s.  One of them looks vaguely familiar.  The light of the video screen makes his shaved head very shiny.  Neither are doing anything more than groping themselves occasionally.

I sit and haul out my cock.  I stroke.  I am pleased that the sight of my cock, causes the two men to my right to take their dicks out, too.  Now all of us in the room are priming the pump.

I stroke.  A new scene of rough ass fucking starts on the straight screen.  The guy with the shaved head strokes faster.  Then, without bothering to put his cock away, he stands up and comes over to me.  “May I?” he mutters.

I nod and he goes to his knees.  This makes everyone in the room stroke faster, as they watch the live porn.  This guy is great with my bigger dick.  He really knows how to open his mouth.  His tongue is fat and I love the feel of it on my cock.  He gets me drooling precum very fast.

“Lick my balls…” I murmur.

He does.  That fat tongue is all over them.  I sigh.  He lifts them and tongues my cock ring. Then up and over the balls, snaking his way up my shaft to swallow me down. 

He strokes himself constantly.  I love watching him, he is so cock hungry.  And he’s making my dick feel great.  Suddenly he stands up.  “You want it?”  He’s about to explode.  I open my mouth as I lean forward and he shoots a massive load the moment he gets inside me.  I swallow repeatedly.  Then clean him up.  I hold his balls so he can’t move until I finish.

He takes off.  This scene has galvanized Knit Hat. He stands up and, with his pants around his ankles, hobbles over to me.  “Take mine, too.”  I lean forward and he fucks his ebony dick into my mouth.  He pumps, maybe twice, before he blows an even bigger load than the first guy.  It’s incredibly hot to have them fill my mouth so close together.  Knit Hat grunts and holds stock still as he unloads.  I grab his balls too, but he makes no move to evade the clean up my tongue wants to do.

I let him go.  He pulls up his pants and goes out the door.

“Want a third?”

It’s the naked man.  He has increased his stroking as he watched the two loads blown in my mouth.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  He doesn’t shoot instantly.  I take his seven inches deep into my throat.  I work him hard.  It turns me on that the remnants of two load have to still be on my tongue as it licks this third dick.

He moans.  I move to his balls.  “Fuck,” he groans.  “I…” I instantly move up to his cock again and it begins to gush.  He’s not a spurter, it just flows out of him.  I clean up his cock as he squirms. 

I sit back down as he dresses.  I can’t believe I just took three loads in less than 15 minutes from the time the first one shot.  I look to the last remaining man.  He has no interest in me—just the gaping, well fucked ass on the screen.  Naked guy goes out, punching my shoulder by way of a thank you.  Soon the last remaining man gets up and leaves.  I am alone in the room.  I am not sure for how long.  I like the porn, and I am still high with the jizzjoy of the three loads.

I stroke.  I enjoy the aftertaste of the cum.

Maybe fifteen minutes later a biker comes in.  He is my age, with shoulder length hair.  He sits in the opposite corner from where Knit Hat sat, on the other side of the gay screen.  Soon he pulls off his boots and Levi’s.  His cock is long and thin when it eventually hardens up.

“Let me suck you,” he says.

I stand up and feed him my dick.  He’s horrible at it.  I tell him to cover his teeth.  He doesn’t.

“Like this,” I say and show him how to do it.  He wilts in my mouth. 

I stand up and offer mine again.  But he’s just as bad, making no effort.  I sigh and sit down.  In ten minutes, I am alone again.

On His Phone, the man who is constantly on his mobile while he’s here, comes in.  We nod to each other.  We have shared a man’s ass a number of times, but nothing else.  He texts.  I stroke.

On His Phone seems to have found a live one.  In ten-minutes time, a handsome guy comes in the door.  He walks directly to OHP, kneels and sucks his cock.  He may even get him off, I can’t tell.  The two of them go out to the parking lot.

I stroke. 

Knit Hat returns.  Seemingly he was hanging out in his car until he was hard again.  He sits to the right of me this time, near the main door.

And suddenly it opens.  It’s Road Worker.  He sits between the two of us.  In moments he strips down to his socks, tossing his clothes under the chair.  His lithe, worked out body glows in the video light.

The two younger men are eying each other.  Knit Hat stands up and stands to the side of Road Worker’s chair.  RW begins to suck him, beating his own meat hard and fast.  I get up and take RW’s cock into my mouth.  He knows it’s me and welcomes me by rubbing my head, never stopping his own sucking of the black dick in his mouth.

On His Phone comes in, and comes over to the threeway in progress.  He stands to the side and is determined to bring his dick back to life.  RW is precumming like crazy.  Knit Hat is moaning. 

Road Worker pulls off him.  “Okay boys, fuck me.”  He stands up and kneels on his chair, jutting his slim ass out.  I look at Knit Hat.  He sticks his cock back into RW’s mouth.  OHP isn’t hard yet.  I grease up and slide in.  No rimming here.  He wants dick and I know it.

He grunts his approval as my cock splits him open.  Knit Hat’s eyes grow wide as I start to pump into him.  Road Worker is one the tightest holes I fuck.  I pant.  Road Worker makes hot sounding groans around the cock in his mouth.  OHP jerks.

I turn to him and indicate I’d share.  He shakes his head.  He’s not hard.  I fuck RW faster.  Knit Hat begins to face fuck Road Worker.  We fuck in almost the same rhythm.  I love to see him have two cocks in him at once.

“Oh, fuck…”  Knit Hat begins to cum.  The first blast must go into Road Worker’s mouth.  RW pulls away from the shooting He stands up.  I know that he’s shooting—I can hear the splat on the floor.  Knit Hat, with jizz all over his cock moves away.  I know what I need.  I go to my knees and take his KH’s dripping cock into my mouth.  He moans and drizzles the rest of his load into me.  And I fire off my pent-up seed between his feet…

A Creamy Reunion with Zane

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"Daddy is a Cock Sucker..."

 Near Home—April, 2025

Out of the blue, a man that I had fucked repeatedly ten years or so ago resurfaced.  He contacted me and told me he had graduated to fisting.  He sent me pictures.  And video after video.  Would I like to re-unite?  I told him I would and we set a date.

As the day arrived. I got the dreaded text.  No matter how hard he tried, his clean out was not working.  Could we postpone?  We could.  I had set the entire day aside for him, so I was at loose ends.  Of course, my hard dick led me to the bookstore…

 

I walk into the dark room.  The cocksucking couple is here.  There is also a guy just doing up his pants.  I assume that one or the other of them has gotten him off.  I sit and haul out my meat.  Shaved Head is right there to be my first suck of the day.  He goes to his knees and gets my cock drooling.  I am even luckier that Shy One seems to really get turned on by this.  He comes over the instant his partner gets up and gives me even better head.  (Some day, I want to give him my load, but it will never be in the first 20 minutes there….which is when they routinely do me.)  Then the unexpected happens, Shaved Head comes back for round two.   When his knees tire, the couple takes off.  This leaves me with one man—who is far more interested in his phone than either the porn or me.  He takes off soon after.

I am left alone for a very long time.  The porn is good.  I am optimistic that others will turn up, though it is a mid-weekday and I have no idea if that will be the case.  I stroke.  The porn actually improves with a new video.  I am quite content.

And slowly the men start to arrive.  After being alone for about 30 minutes, there are now six of us here.  And a blowjob is already happening between two guys on my right.  My attention is drawn to a mixed-race man in his late 30’s.  He has a bearish build. He has taken his cock out the moment he sat down.  He sits to the side and happily strokes to both the gay and the straight videos.

I glance over at him again.  He takes his hand off his cock, exposing a very wet and glistening five-incher.  He makes a hand gesture, meaning his cock is all mine if I want it.

And I do.  I go over and kneel.  “So the hung daddy is a cocksucker,” he whispers.  I start with his balls.  They reek of sweat in the best possible way.  I can only lick the top of the sack as they are mostly in his underwear.  He stops me and pulls them out.  I lick them; I take them individually in my mouth.  His cock drools as I do it.  Occasionally I come up for a quick lap of his precum and coat his balls with it. 

He groans and tells me my tongue feels great. 

Only now do I really concentrate on his cock.  It is average in girth and short enough to not ever cut off my air.  I begin to lick up the shaft.  I toy with his piss slit with my tongue and then deep throat him.  Over and over.

His breathing changes.  “Suck me, fucker,” he moans.  “So good…”

I go back to his balls for a second.  As my tongue works up his shaft, my left hand holds the hairy wet ball sack.  I give him the tiniest squeeze and am rewarded with a pearl of precum.

He pants.

I take him to the root.  Repeatedly.  The panting continues.

“Suck it!” he hisses.  His big hand comes up and holds me down on his cock.  He pumps up into my mouth.  If his cock was bigger, I’d choke.  Instead, it’s hot as fuck as he fucks my face.  He slows down…and releases me.  I pull off him.  I drool all the saliva mixed with precum in my mouth.  It is a lovely white cascading down the light chocolate colored cock. 

I lick it all up.

He moans.

He holds my head again, bucking up into my face.  “You want my load, dontcha?”  I can only make the tiniest affirmative sound with the cock in my mouth.  He let’s me go.  I grab a breath and go back down on him on my own.  Repeatedly.

“Here it is…take it!”

I can feel his cock expand.  Instantly I am treated to a huge load of cum.  He can’t seem to stop spurting.  I can’t quite keep up.  I swallow all I can, but I find there is a small pool of jizz on his ball sack.  I clean it up as he writhes in his seat.

I keep cleaning him up until his breathing calms down.  I stop and look up at him.  “Damn…” he whispers and puts his cock away.  I stand up and sit next to him.  Sometime during the blow job, the Voyeur arrived and is sitting across from us, stroking his cock, obviously having watched most of it.  The Bear nods to him and says, “He’s really good…”

The Voyeur grins.  “Oh, I know…”

I move to the Voyeur’s cock as the bear watches me swallow the Voyeur’s long, thin cock, before slapping the Voyeur’s shoulder and heading out the door…

The Blond in the Corner

 Near Home—April, 2025

The first Saturday afternoon of the month.  A busy bookstore…

 

I walk into the video theatre.  My usual seat is taken.  All the seats in the row are full of men, groping themselves or outright stroking.  I find a seat off to the side, where I can still see both screens with just a turn of my head.  I sit and look around the room.  No one I recognize is here.  I haul out my junk.

Heads turn.  Some smirk.  Some look at it with lust.  But no one moves to do anything with it.  Not even the guy in his 50’s who is totally naked and sitting in my usual chair.  The door opens.  A white man in his 70’s enters.  He holds the door for a man who looks even older who is using a walker.  He sees the full seating, hesitates a moment and sits right next to me.

He sits with effort and tries to get the walker out of the way.  He looks at my dick.  Stares.

“That’s a beauty.”

I nod.

Moments later, as I pause stroking to take a swig from my bottle of water, his hand reaches out and grasps my cock.  Not tight.  Lovingly.  His smooth, very soft, hands stroke it.

“This is the cock everybody wants,” he whispers.

The man who let him in the door had found a seat on the other side wall.  Now he comes over to us.  “May I?”

He doesn’t wait for a response.  He bends over and takes me into his mouth.  Well, the top third of my cock.  But his tongue feels good and the guy in the walker hasn’t moved his hand.  I get a nice combo of head and hand.  I fleetingly wonder if they are partners.

The man sucking straightens up.  He can’t stay bent for long.  He finds a seat closer to us.  I get a little more full-length stroking from the guy with the walker before I excuse myself; the fully naked man is gesturing for me to join him.

I stand in front of him.  He gives me the head I crave.  Taking every inch and with great tongue work as he pulls back up the shaft.  He keeps it up, sure that I will blow my load any minute.

I don’t.

“You gonna fuck me, then?”

I nod.  He scootches down in the seat and raises his legs.   I would need to do incredibly deep knee bends to make that position work.  “Get on all fours,” I tell him. 

He sighs, but obeys.  I hunker down and tongue his butt.  I get no response from him at all.  So I don’t linger.  I stand up and push into his wet pucker.  Now he gasps.  He is moaning on every thrust.  Telling me to breed him.  Telling me to fill him with my cum.  The two sentences are on repeat.  He keeps moaning and babbling.

Suddenly he pushes back at me and puts one foot on the floor.  I disconnect.  He stands up.  I touch my cock.  He’s not dirty, but whatever he deep lubed himself with, before his arrival, is rank.  I go wash.

When I come back into the room there is a new arrival sitting kitty-corner from me, tucked into the corner by the gay screen.  He lowers the median age of the room significantly.  He is a lithe blond, wearing nothing but flimsy running shorts.  His pile of clothes can be seen under his chair.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  He takes his cock out. He jerks and his dick grows to bigger than average.  He nods again.

I get up and go over.  I kneel and begin sucking his cock.  After a few moments his erection begins to wilt.  I stand up and feed him mine.  His cock instantly gets hard again as he gives me head.  He is pretty good—obviously loving what he’s doing.

We are suddenly joined by the fully naked guy.  He sucks the young blond.  The big cock goes down again.  So the naked guy stands up and offers his dick to the guy.  He now has two cocks to serve.  He hardens right back up as he licks first one and then the other of us.

Julian, the fat-assed blond, comes in.  Finally someone I know.  He goes to his knees to suck.  This time, the young blond is so distracted by serving alternating dicks in his mouth he stays hard.  His mouth is busy and the fully naked guy and I are both enjoying bumping cockheads in his mouth.

He stops and looks around at the three men playing with him.  “I need to get fucked.”

That seems to let fully naked out of the running.  Julian stands up and pulls off his pants, leaving on nothing but a black tee.  “Get on all fours,” he says and he finds lube in his trousers before ditching them in a vacant chair.  The blond hands him a condom.  Julian rolls his eyes at me, but puts it on.  And fucks into the Blond Boy’s perky ass.  The younger man groans.  And then just takes it.  It’s a hard fucking.  It is the first time I have seen Julian top.  I know he’s vers, but he’s always eager for me inside him.

Julian plows away.  My own cock is drooling at the sight.  I pull out a Magnum and roll it on.  As Julian pulls out, I push the Blond Boy back down into the chair.  My significantly larger cock makes him gasp.  And jerk his own dick.  The fully naked guy comes back uses Blond Boy’s mouth again.  This makes him stop jerking himself, but not from moaning.  Julian strokes his dick, knowing he’ll be getting the same treatment soon, though without the latex.

Another guy asks Fully Naked for the blond’s mouth.  He gives way.  But Blond Boy can’t take it.  He erupts with a huge load that covers the chair seat and wets his running shorts.  He beats a hasty retreat to the restroom.  I find it thoughtful that Fully Naked mops up the spilled cum off the seat with a towel that has magically appeared from under his chair.

“Take that stupid rubber off and fuck me,” whispers Julian in my ear.  I toss it on the floor as he kneels in the chair next to the one that just got coated with sperm.  His full ass is in my face as I kneel and eat out his hole.

“This is gonna be a short fuck,” I tell him as I stand up.  My cock really liked the scene that has just unfolded today.  I push into his warm hole.  Julian sighs contentedly and grabs his own dick.  He jerks, just like Blond Boy, as I fuck.

“You know I want your load…” he groans. 

“Any minute now,” I tell him, breathing hard.  I love that the older men in the room are all watching our fuck.  No one cares about the porn. 

“Do it,” he hisses.

And I am there.  I empty my balls into him.  I marinate in him for a long moment.  As I pull out, Julian cleans me up, starting with some stray cum on my balls…

Mixing the Loads

 Near Home—April, 2025

I went to the bookstore on the first Thursday of the month.  As I don’t usually go on that day of the week, I wasn’t sure if it was an active day or not.  I found a bunch of reliable fuckbuds looking to play…

 

I nod to Shy One, sitting near the entrance.  He nods back.  I see his partner sitting near the gay screen.  I sit in my usual chair and look around.  I see three or four men I don’t know and three or four I do.  Shaved Head gets up the moment I have my cock out and hard.  He gives me the first head of the day.  He remembers to lick my balls.  I notice, in the darkest corner, Kieran, the married guy with a great mouth, is here.  I am hoping he will use his skills on me, but he seems slightly put out that another man is on my dick.

Shaved Head finishes up.   His knees have lasted a little longer than usual.  He joins Shy One and the couple go out the door for a late lunch.  A man who looks familiar gets up from over near Kieran.  He walks towards me and I think he’s about to suck me, but he walks past my seat and sits in the chair off to the side behind me.  I hear him unzip and the unmistakable sound of a slick hand on a wet dick.

I give him another moment before I turn and look at him.  He is a handsome guy, likely in his 50’s, who in his prime obviously frequented the gym.  His arms are huge, his chest defined and the t-shirt he wears only enhances the look of them.  As I look back at him, his hand leaves his dick, inviting me to take over.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take his slightly larger than normal cock into my mouth.  He sighs and I begin to pleasure him.

I spend a fair amount of time on his head and shaft before I move to his big, low hangers.  He groans the moment my tongue touches them.  I bathe them with my spit before licking them clean.  As I work up his shaft again, he grabs his own balls and gives them a twist.  Well, fuck, this is the guy I christened Gym Built who loves his balls manhandled.  I haven’t seen him in a year and half, so never in this new space.  I take his balls in hand and slowly work them progressively harder as I continue sucking his cock.

I hear the door open, but don’t bother to look up.  Whoever comes in walks behind me and stops, then moves to the chair next to Gym Built.  I hear the guy unzip and the sound of pants coming all the way off.  I look up.  It’s Cute College Kid getting naked. 

I stand up, giving my knees a break.  CCK kneels in front of me and sucks my cock.  I am standing right next to Gym Built, so after he’s gotten me good and wet, I gently push him towards Gym Built’s dick. CCK happily goes back and forth between the two hard, drooling cocks.  I notice that CCK is on all fours; his small naked ass jutting out behind him.  The next time he switches to Gym Built, I move behind him and begin rimming his hot little hole as he sucks.  Gym Built groans at the visual.  CCK moans at a tongue invading his ass.  I keep spitting and tonguing it deep into his ass.

The door opens and in comes Julian, the likely 40-ish, hot blond I have used here so often.  He sees me eating ass and smirks.  And takes off all his clothes.  He sits and watches the three of us, stroking himself hard.

I move up from Cute College Kid’s ass to sharing Gym Built’s cock and balls.  I work GB’s balls when it’s not my turn to suck.  CCK eyes the ball manipulation, but doesn’t try it.  The idea of two men working his dick and having his balls pulled and crushed all at the same time is too much for Gym Built.  He starts to shoot.   CCK is right there to get most of the load.  He pulls my head down so I can taste some of the jizz as well.  Everybody is very happy…

Gym Built pulls himself together as CCK and I kiss.

“Come suck my dick,” Julian whispers from where he’s sitting.  CCK crawls over.  Once again, he makes sure to have his ass out.  I move to lick his ass, very aware I have some of Gym Built’s cum in my mouth.  I get his hole good and slippery as CCK takes Julian to the root.

I move so my cock slaps Cute College Kid’s ass.  He moans.  My cockhead finds his wet pucker.  CCK twists away.  I am surprised, but realize he might not have prepped for a fuck this trip.  Instead, I stand up and push my cock into Julian’s mouth.

All three of us are cock hungry.  CCK stands up and offers his dick to Julian so that he can go back on forth between our cocks.  I finally go to my knees and suck Julian as he continues with CCK in his mouth.  All three of us constantly change from sucker to suckee and back again.  It’s fluid.  And hot.

I have ended up on my knees, tucked into the corner of the back wall.  The two of them are standing, taking turns in my mouth.  Cute College Kid suddenly pushes in while I am sucking Julian.  Their cockheads touch.  CCK thrusts a little to bang his smaller cock into Julian’s cock head repeatedly, all while my tongue is trying to work both of them.  It’s too much for him.  CCK explodes, coating Julian’s cock.  It drips down my throat for a millisecond before my tongue is cleaning him and licking all his seed off the other dick.  He pulls out, every cock nerve on edge.  He grins and begins to get dressed.

“Use that cum for my hole,” Julian mutters.  He pulls away and kneels on a chair.  There is not much left in my mouth, but I love the thought.  I move behind him and eat him out, spitting the viscid spittle on his ass.  My tongue pokes it deep.  He is panting at the idea of being lubed up with CCK’s cum.  I hear him jerking himself as I rim him deeply.  Making him very wet.

I need to fuck.  Right now.  I stand up and insert my cock.  It glides into his ass.  There was more jizz in my mouth than I realized.  “Fuck…” I hiss.

“Damn…” groans Julian.  “You feel even bigger.”

And maybe I am, it has been such a hot session.

I begin to fuck.  I try to start slow.  But I can’t keep it that way.  “I could blow any minute,” I mutter.

“Do it!  Seed me good!!”

I pick up the paste.  The sounds of my wet crotch pounding into him fill the room.  I fleetingly wish Cute College Kid had hung around to see the breeding.  Maybe I could get him to felch…

And that thought does it.  I unload.  Blast after blast.  I flood Julian’s ass.  And I love knowing it’s not just my cum up his butt…

Happy Easter!

 Yesterday’s post was rather a downer, so here is some Easter cheer. 

 

I would like to thank an online acquaintance who calls himself PupHawaii.  Many of the pictures I have re-posted the last few years were great shots he found and collated off the web.  Thank you!

Maximum Impact

 My Playroom—March, 2025

 

On the last day of March, Braydon, the cum pig who loves to take loads at the bookstore, came to my playroom instead.  We had talked about him coming back here before, but the lure of involving other men in the scene was too strong and we’d always settled on the bookstore.

Braydon asked if the bookstore was still selling Maximum Impact, with the recent crackdown on poppers.  I said I didn’t know for sure as I never look at that particular display cabinet when I buy my ticket.  I told him I had a can left by another man who either didn’t like it or couldn’t take it home—and Braydon was welcome to it.

Maximum Impact is often likened to poppers.  It’s not the same, at least to me.  Poppers cause euphoria for mere seconds (that perhaps seems longer).  The one time I tried MI, it made time stand still.  I couldn’t move for what seemed like very long minutes.  That may be a good thing for a bottom, but for a top in the middle of thrusting it was horrible.  I never took another huff.

I had also been around a guy at IML who mixed poppers and MI and he kept passing out, scaring the rest of the group.  I can still see him sliding down the pole of the sling frame where he’d been standing into an inert puddle on the floor.  His partner was not worried at all and kept fucking the bottom du jour… 

 

Braydon strips in the playroom.  I ditch my robe.  He kneels and takes a deep whiff of my jock.  I have worn the most fragrant of the current three on rotation.  He mouths the rough fabric.  My cock thickens.  Soon, it is down his throat.  He pulls off me, sprays some MI on a washcloth he’s brought and huffs it, then takes me back into his mouth.  He freezes up.  I fuck his face for a moment, but he’s not able to pay attention to covering his teeth.  I pull out before I’m really hurt.  When the spray wears off, he sucks me again, back to his usual self. 

The fuck bench is still in the flat table position, left over from when Jaylen was here.  I suggest he gets up on it.  Braydon kneels on all fours.  I kneel and begin to tongue fuck his hole.  He groans and tells me it feels great.  He sprays and huffs.  He is now silent.  Frozen.  Not responsive.  I stand up and fuck.  It seems to time with the MI wearing off.  He moans and says something about being full.  He sprays, huffs and is gone again.  I keep fucking.

When he’s back with me I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me.  He huffs and I fuck him a second time.  I fuck him harder.  When he seems back to reality, I tell him not to huff, I want him to clean my cock again.  He either ignores me or doesn’t hear me.  He huffs and I know he can’t use his mouth.

I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the convenient new shelf unit loaded with the new toys.  I grease it and work it into Braydon.  He gives me no response.  I add my dick, fucking on top of the thin shaft, my cock head banging into the stainless-steel ball.  This gets a slight murmur before another round of spray.

I use the Seahorse.  Braydon’s hole takes it.  He makes no sound at all.

“You okay?” I ask.

I get a grunt and carry on.  I fuck—just my dick in his stretched hole.  I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo.  I work it in and add my cock.  I get no feedback.  I ask repeatedly if he’s okay. 

“I’m fine,” he finally tells me.

“Let’s move to the sling.” 

No response.

“Let’s use the sling.”

Nothing.

“The sling.”

It sinks in and he gets up shakily and I help him get into it.  I rim.  He huffs.  He is gone by the time I stand up to fuck.  His face is vacant.  I keep going as he slowly comes back to reality.  He takes more.

I stop fucking and find the black butt plug.  He twists away from this, unable to verbalize—though he has taken bigger toys.  I wait until he seems to be back to reality.  “Do you want to eat my ass?” I ask, knowing how much he loves this.

“I’m fine…”

“To do me?  Or to lie there?”

“I’m fine…”

I have reached my limit.  I might as well be jerking off in a human fleshlight. 

I eat his hole again.  I stand up and fuck him.  I fake an orgasm.  I don’t pull out of his ass until he halfway returns to reality.  I take the can away from him and toss it on the bed behind me.  I let him sober up. 

“I shot my load, sorry.  I needed to get off, I guess.”

He looks puzzled.

I help him out of the sling.

He showers.

He feels something is off.  But I am too angry to trust myself to put it into words.  I make him take the can of Maximum Impact home and out of my house.  He gives me one last puzzled look as he leaves…

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Maximum Impact has joined the list of hard drugs I will not allow in my playroom or in the guys who come for a fuck.  I want human interaction while I play.  That’s why I love the sling.  We are face to face and I can see what you are feeling and vice versa.

Braydon use to read the blog.  I don’t know if he still does.  I hope he reads this so we can talk…