On the Way to IML: Blackout Night

 Northern Indiana—May, 2025

It was time to head into Chicago for IML.  After my mixed bag of bookstore experiences, I did nothing else until the Friday when I left on the trip.  I think I have mentioned I was not headed to the host hotel.  I find, as I age, that I can’t sleep when I am there.  The idea that I might be ‘missing out’ on something is too strong.  And the noise of the place—100’s of men on the prowl…

This year, my IML plans included attending the piss party, seeing fuck buds the next night and then attending the Fornication Party, where I knew I’d be ravaging Keshawn (as his belated birthday present). I left on Friday, with a stop along the way in mind.  While speaking to the Cub from Indiana (mentioned in the last post), he had told me that he loved the blackout night at the bookstore we both visit in northern Indiana. They were held every Friday night.  It fit right in with my plans for heading to the city in stages, so I decided to give it a try…

 

I find my hotel for the night.  I eat a light dinner and arrive at the video store around 7:30pm.  There are a number of cars in the lot.  I go in and pay the fee.  I get a handful of tokens for the booths as well as admittance into the ‘theatre.’  I go past the drape in the back wall.  The booths and restroom are to the left and the theatre to the right.  I go piss, make the circuit of booths (many closed and occupied).  Nowhere does it seem much darker than on a usual day.  I walk into the theatre.

A naked man is writhing on all fours, stroking his cock.  He is tall and thin, with shaggy hair.  Around 35.  His very white skin is covered in tattoos.  His cock is long and thin.  I sit on the one bench facing the screen where a Gangbang Creampie video is on repeat.  I take out my cock.  It hardens as I watch his undulating ass while he fucks his fist.

He finally becomes aware of my presence. “Fuck my ass, Daddy…” he moans.

“Come suck my cock…”

He crawls across the floor to me, his ass undulating.  He takes me into his mouth.  He’s good.  Not great, but incredibly eager.  He slobbers all over my cock.  He pulls off.  “Fuck me.”  He turns, wriggling his butt at me, reaching back and pulling the right cheek to the side so I can see his tight looking pucker.

“Stand up.”

He does.  I do, too.   I lead him to the side bench.  There is a low wall behind it.  I tell him to lean on it.  I grease up my cock.  I work into him as he squeals.  This brings men to watch us.  He is tight and hot and wet.  I fuck him slow, building to a hard fuck that stops his squeal as he has to work to catch his breath.

I pull out.  I am covered.  Not a little.  Covered.  I find the paper towel in my pocket, wrap my shitty cock up and work to clean it in the restroom.  With enough soap, I scrub until it’s clean.  I go back.  He’s still there, begging to be fucked.  The room clears as I return but for the naked man.  I ask him if he’d cleaned out.

I find out he’s fresh out of prison where sex always happened in the shower— “and nobody cared”.  I tell him about cleaning his ass.  I talk about how fucking in the grit of his feces is not a good idea for either of us.  I tell him to search YouTube for videos on how to do it, as this is unacceptable here.  He actually listens.  And promises to do it before he comes back.  He sucks my cock again as penance…

*

Naked man is gone.  A young African American is standing behind my bench.  He reaches down and hefts my cock.  “I want this,” he whispers, “but let’s find a booth.”  We go into one of the bigger ones without a gloryhole.  He is on his knees the moment after he locks the door and I feed some tokens into the machine.  The light from the screen shows just how young this young man is.  The light from the screen loves the shine of his hair, giving him something of a halo as he takes my dick to the root on the first try.  His mouth is one of those with extra room and feels terrific.  His thick tongue is all over me.  Using every trick he knows.

“Do my balls.”

He does, hoping that is the key to getting my load.  I can see the concentration on his face.  The yearning.  He licks and sucks them.  He goes back to my shaft.  He finally needs to stand up.  He has a great dick, not as thick as mine, but likely the same length.  I sit on the bench in the booth and take him in my mouth.

“Damn, Daddy, you know how to do it.”

I grunt, taking him as deeply as possible into my mouth, the tightly curled hairs of his bush, tickling my nose.  I pull off him, keeping his dripping head in my mouth.  My tongue swirls around him and burrows into the piss slit.  And it’s over.  He spews his twenty-something mega load onto my tongue and down my throat.  His hands grab my shoulders for support.  I clean him up, so there is no need for any tissue or paper napkin.

“I still want that load—next time,” he tells me, tucking his cock away…

*

The cum switch has been thrown.  I want more.  I go to the theatre.  I sit and stroke.  The curtains open and a hot Italian in his 50’s comes in, his thick dick swinging.  He gives a low whistle as he sees mine.  “Hot, man!”

I ask if I can suck his cock.  “Sure, though I just came in some dude’s mouth.”  I don’t care.  I want him in my mine.  I suck the last drip out of him.  He takes off after a few minutes of seeing if I can get him hard again.

An older man arrives.  He sits next to me.  He grabs my dick, too tightly.  I tell him to ease up.  He does.  He strokes.  Eventually he takes me in his mouth.  He has no idea what to do.  I stand up and fuck his face.  This makes him take out his own tiny cock and stroke it hard. 

I pull out of his mouth and slap his face with my wet dick.  “I’m gonna cum,” he says in a strangled voice.  I dip down and take the dribble of cum he unleashes.  He leaves quickly.

I’m alone.  It’s not that late, but it seems most men here use the booths and don’t play in the more public theatre.  I stroke.

A young Latino comes in.  He nods to me and moves behind the low wall.  He disappears from view.  I go investigate.  He’s sitting on a chair.  He beckons me closer and begins to suck.  He moans.  I hear him unzip and he keeps sucking.  He has a great tongue, and I tell him so.  This makes him work harder on me.

I grab the sides of his head and begin fucking his face.  He groans and lets me do it.  I hear him beating his dick in time to my thrusts.  I pull out, catching my breath.

“I want you to do that to my ass,” he says.  “But not here.”

He hates the first booth we find.  And the second.  Finally, he leads me to a small cramped one, again with no gloryhole.  He strips.  My erection has gone down slightly with all the running from one place to the next. 

“What happened?” he demands.

“It’ll be hard the moment I tongue your ass.”

“I don’t like that.”

He turns.  My finger plays around the outside of his hole and my cock plumps.

“Well, lick it,” he demands. 

I don’t get the mixed messages, but I go to my knees and tongue this perfectly shaped, lightly haired ass.  My cock is rampant on contact.  He groans with my tonguing.  Maybe no one has ever done it right.  He moans again.

“Oh, no!!!” he wails.  He is shooting all over the floor.  I keep eating his perfect butt and let my jizz join his on the sticky floor…

The Week Before IML (or I Can't Quite Make It Over the Edge)

 Near Home—May, 2025

It was a full week before IML.  But thinking about it got me very horned.  I deliberately didn’t go to the bookstore early in the week as I was holding out for Friday.  Friday afternoons there had been great.  I went full of expectation…

 

There are two men here.  One I recognize, but can’t quite place.  The other, well, I never see his full face, he is so bent over his cell phone.  I sit and unzip.  The guy who looks familiar takes out his dick, too.  He looks at me.   But I can’t read what the expression is…Glad to see me? Suck me?  Give me your cock?

We stroke to the porn.  Finally, I place him.  It’s the guy who the Voyeur ‘forced’ to do me.  I stand up.  I go over.  I present my cock to be sucked.  He turns away.  I turn his head to me and he ‘reluctantly’ opens his mouth.  I push into it.  He gags.  He wants to pull off me.  I don’t let him.  I begin fucking his face.  His hand on his own cock is working furiously now. 

I change the speed of the face fuck.  Slower.  Purposeful.  Deliberate.  The look in his eye is one minute total disgust before changing to primal lust and back again.  The two emotions keep fighting for dominance.  I speed up.  So does his hand.

“You want my load, fucker?” I grate out (though I am not close at all.) He somehow manages the word ‘no’ with all that dick in his mouth.  I hold both his ears and fuck into him harder.  About half my length.  Occasionally, giving him more to deep throat.  Spittle is all over his chin.  I pull out and wipe up the sex drool with my cock.  He whimpers as I stick my dick back into his mouth.  I go deep.  He gags.

And shoots all over the floor.

I pull out.

“Thank you for that,” he whispers as he all but runs to the bathroom to clean up and leave.

I go back and sit.  I stroke.  The guy on his phone exits the space.  The porn is decent.  I stroke and wait.  Thirty minutes or so.

I am now bored.  The porn has changed to mindless interviews with the performers before they do anything.  Finally, the door opens.  It is the crossdressing Latino who I fuck with a condom.  I nod to him, but I just can’t face latex today. 

I get up and go home.

 

Near Home—May, 2025

I went back the next day, Saturday afternoon.  It had to be better, right?  It was.  Barely…

 

I go in.  The first person I see is Gym Dude, the guy who took the magnificent face fucking.  I nod as I go by him and sit.  I unzip and pull out my hardening cock.  I look around.  Two men are in the dark corner.  One of them is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I am surprised; this is not a day he can usually get away from the wife.

I now have two talented men to suck me.  Great.  Which one first?

The decision is made for me. The unknown guy near Kieran goes to his knees and goes down on a grateful Kieran.  Ok, then.  I stand up and present my dick to Gym Dude.  He sucks me with all his skills.  I am in heaven.  He pulls off me.  “I want your load just like last time.”

I nod.  Nowhere near shooting.  He takes me to the root.  Long strands of deep throat spittle are covering my cock as he pulls off me.

His phone goes off.  A horribly loud ring.  He dives for it, to silence it and then sees who’s calling.  “Sorry.”  He leaves the room to answer it.  And never comes back.

I sit and stroke.  Using those strands of spittle.  I look over at the guy sucking Kieran.  He is working diligently on Kieran’s short dick.  As I watch, it happens.  Keiran blows his load.  The sucker wanders over to behind me to sit, watching the gay screen.  Kieran mops up and comes over.  He kneels on the concrete floor though I know he has bad knees, but he still wants my cock.  His mouth envelops me.  His thick tongue makes me sigh.

Kieran works hard to get me to shoot.  But I can’t quite get there.  Soon, between the hard floor and the fact he’d shot his load, he stops.  “Hope to get you in the playroom,” he whispers and heads home.

I sigh.  I love that it takes me a long time to shoot.  And hate it on days like today.

There are a few men scattered around the room. 

A few more arrive.  To a man, they have no interest in me.  Well, one does.  He comes over to jerk me off using his death grip.  I wince and decide to go home…

 

Near Home—May, 2025

I stayed home on Sunday.  But Monday afternoon I tried once more…

 

I like what I see when I sit down.  In my usual chair is a blond/ginger guy in his mid to late 30’s.  His hair, what there is of it on his head, is cut short.  You can tell his chest is hairy from the neckline of his white tee.  He is groping himself.  Soon the shorts are around his ankles.  He is delightfully hairy everywhere.

Across the room and to the side, a man with a shaved head and likely ten years younger than myself, is stroking.  He watches the two of us jerk our dicks and eye each other.  He gets up and kneels in front of the younger man.  The young man groans and gives him his seven-inch cock to suck.  The sucker seems to be good.  He doesn’t use his hands, except to stroke balls, as his mouth travels up and down the young guy’s full shaft.

“Suck him, too.”

The sucker needs no more encouragement to try me.  He knee-walks over to between my legs.  His mouth is every bit as good as I guessed.  The ginger stands up to see better.  He strokes his cock as he watches the man blow me.

“Let me do you at the same time.”

He doesn’t get it at first.  He just keeps watching, then he looks at me oddly, but comes over and sticks his wet dick in my mouth as I’m getting blown.  He groans the moment my tongue circles it.  This does not upset the original sucker at all.  He actually steps up his game.  It’s like we have a dare with each other to see who will get a load first.

I win.

The young man can’t hold back.  He gives me three strong spurts of jizz and three or four tiny ones.  He let’s me get every drop off his dick.  The guy on my cock stops for just a moment to watch me clean the young man’s piss slit, before he goes back to work, this time licking my balls.  The young man goes to take a smoke break.  The older guy continues.  He works hard—and I tell him how good he is—but my stubborn dick won’t let loose.  He finally gives up.

I thank him by sucking him for a moment.  His small dick won’t stand up, no matter what I do.

The young man comes back and we chat.  He’s from Indiana, up here for sex and the casino.  We compare sex venues.  I tell him about Jackson.  We both do the same video theatre in Indiana.  He tells me of one to try in Toledo.

Then he gets on his phone and special orders a man nearer his age to suck.  The guy arrives in minutes.  The two sit on the opposite wall and the ginger gets the guy off in no time. 

The room clears.  I am alone for a bit with really hot porn.

The Talker arrives.  He’s been down south with family for the cold winter.  He’s back.  We, what else, talk for a bit.   But there’s no one here to disturb, so I don’t mind.  Eventually, he pulls out his cock.  It is bigger than I remember; just shorter than mine, but just as thick.

“I’ll suck you if you suck me,” he says.  I nod, even if the phrase sounds like we’re in middle school.  He kneels and sucks.  He stands and feeds me.  Back and forth. Several times.  I get the load. 

He leaves to talk to the woman at the register.  Thirty minutes later, no one else has arrived.  I make the move for home.

I still don’t get off, but it is the best of the three days.

Re-post: Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

 

Re-post:  Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

Toronto—September, 2016

I had finished up my work in Northern Indiana, gone to the piss party at the end of the week, and by the next Monday I was headed out of state for my annual trip to Canada.  I was going to spend most of my time in a slightly different place this year, but more on that later.  I started as I always do, with a trip to Toronto.

I had been in contact with Canadian Kevin, as he’s known on here. 

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We have met twice—at a CumUnion and at a Rough House event both held at the Toronto SteamWorks.  The two of us were both eager to see each other again—as our last two meetings had been aborted due to different family emergencies.  We timed it for the CumUnion night at SteamWorks.  I will need to find him in a sling room…

 

The energy of the bathhouse is high.  It’s crowded.  And hot.  I walk past the slurp ramp on the way to my room.  It’s packed.  I find my small room and change into my leathers.  I begin the circuit of the open doors.  He’s not in the best sling room—where we met—a room that has a closable iron gate so men can watch the action and stick their hard cocks through the grill work.  And he’s not in the room right next to it—where we played the second time.  I walk towards the corner room, aware of the stares of the guys I meet in the corridor—all in their towels.  Their eyes linger on my leather and the jock pouch full of swollen cock waiting to spring free.  Some are surprised.  Some love it.  One twink looks panicked.

The door is open.  It’s dark in the room.  A cute, young guy is fucking the hot man in the sling.  I’ve come to the right place.  I toss my bag on the bed and get my cock out.  I stick it in Kevin’s mouth.  At least I am pretty sure it’s Kevin with this low light.  Once I feel his mouth I’m quite sure.  The man fucking Kevin re-doubles his efforts.  He’s in the home stretch, it seems. 

“Fuck!”  He pulls out, rips off the condom.  Kevin lets go of me, but keeps his mouth open as he sits up in the sling.  The first spurt hits him on the chin.  The rest covers his gym built chest.  The top shoots us a grin and leaves.  I bend over and kiss his cummy lip hello.

We chat a little.  He tells me that he’s been here for an hour.  He’s had two cocks in him—but this was the first load.  He hands me the chalk.  I write on the wall:  Me.  Them.  Loads.  Two hashmarks under Them and one mark under Loads.  Cocks in his mouth don’t count in the tally.

I get on my knees—leaving the door open—and get to work on eating out his hole.  He’s juicy and ready from the men who’ve been up him.  I eat and spit.  Lick and swallow.  I suit up while I’m grinding my beard into his hole.  I stand up and enter him.

“I—I’d forgotten how thick you are,” Kevin grunts out.  I keep right on fucking.  We have visitors at the door.  A man about my age comes in.  He gets the idea and puts his dick in Kevin’s mouth.

I pull out and slap my engorged dick against the mound in Kevin’s black jock.  He pulls his dick out and begins jerking it.  I enter him roughly—matching the strokes of the man fucking Kevin’s mouth.

Eventually he fucks Kevin too.

And another. 

And another guy who only uses his mouth.

I mark the wall when there is a lull.  I’ve been up him 4 times, the same number as how many other dicks have been up his ass.  He has had one more load shot into his mouth as well.

We break and go for a walk to the slurp ramp.  I have Kevin service my cock.  I have an older man to my left.  He sticks his dick out hoping for a mouth.  I tap the back of Kevin’s head and move him to the new cock.  I watch him hungrily take the new man. 

I move Kevin back to me.

 And in the other direction to service a third dick.

When those guys move off, I take Kevin to the fuck bench that is in this area.  I fuck him hard and loud…but we can’t get anyone else to fuck him, though one burly bear uses his mouth.

I take Kevin to the shower and empty myself of piss all over his beautiful ass.  I lick some off—and let rinse off the rest.

We head back to the room.  We play much the same way.  Always on view.  Always encouraging.  Getting the occasional man to come in and play.

We use the public sling, too.  Lots of hands on his chest and his dick—but here no one else fucks him.

Leaving that area, we spy a man sitting in a lounge area.  Kevin looks at me.  I nod.  Kevin gets on his knees in front of the man with the biggest dick of the night.  He takes the ebony 10 incher deep into his mouth.  I get behind my boy and begin rimming his ass.  We invite the hung one back to the room.  He agrees.  And never shows up.

I mark the wall.

We take a break from each other.  I go off to roam a little on my own.  Kevin keeps the door open, lolling in the sling.

I use the slurp ramp again on my own.  I let two different men share my dick.

I walk through the glory hole area—but nothing catches my eye.

But rounding the corner a man sure does.  He’s lying in his own small room.  Somewhere between 25 and 35, beautiful dark black skin, a perfect bubble butt and a smile that, as he looked at me over his shoulder, made my dick get drip.  He nodded for me to come in.  He got on all fours, while telling me, with quite a heavy accent, that his name was Cedric and that he was in Toronto from Jamaica.  He finished his introduction with “And I want your raw dick in my ass.”

I knelt and got his hole wet.  I am pretty sure there was at least one load in there.  I want to eat him out forever, but I force myself to stop and stand up.

My dick eases in to him.  He lets out a musical moan as I bottom out in his hole.  Then:  “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I do.  But not for long.  I have an idea.   As I pummel his ass, I tell Cedric what I’m thinking.  He agrees enthusiastically.  I slow to a stop and we both go to find Kevin.

Kevin tells me he’s had one more with no load.  I introduce the boys and tell Kevin to lie on his back on the bed.  I tell Cedric to get on all fours above Kevin and so he can suck Kevin’s cock.  I enter Cedric’s ass centimeters above Kevin’s face and tongue. 

“Lick my balls,” I tell Kevin.  He does.  He loves this.  He loves watching me fuck other men raw.  I fuck Cedric hard.  Then pull my dick out.  Kevin attacks it.  He wants to suck me clean of Cedric’s ass juices.

I go back up Cedric.  We fuck.  Kevin cleans me.

I fuck some more.  I pull out.  “Open your mouth,” I bark.  I shoot my load into Kevin’s mouth.  My dick follows.  Kevin grabs his own cock and beats his load out of it as he cleans me up.

We thank Cedric—who gives me his card.

I mark the wall—leaving it for the clean-up crew.

Me                   Them               Loads

8                      6                     4

This was published on November 5, 2016.  If you go to the actual post, there is a picture of Kevin.

IML 2025

 I am in the middle of my IML weekend.  (International Mr. Leather, if you don’t know.)  So, I am in and around Chicago, where it is held every Memorial Day.  I am not doing the host hotel.  I just can’t get any rest there…and that is important to fuel my play.

 

 My Friday night fun was on the way into the city.

The huge piss party was Saturday

I see friends tonight at their house (if they get back with me)

Monday is the Fornication Party.  Pornstars mix with us lesser mortals.

All reported here in the weeks to come.  (And none of these pictures are those events....)

"Make Me Drip with It!"

 Near Home—May, 2025

I was very busy with ‘life’ things in May.  It seemed like I never had time to arrange a session in the playroom.  Instead, I used the bookstore.  I had a number of shorter visits there.  I may group some of them together.  This one is good enough to stand alone…

 

Monday afternoon.  I never go on Monday, as the guys have all been there on the weekend.  But it’s the only time I have.  The room is empty but for one man.  He has his dick out as I sit down.  Instantly he begins talking.  To me and to the woman on the screen.  “Aw, I thought you’d take it in your ass.  You tease.  Didn’t it look like he was going up her ass…??”

Now he begins pacing around the room.  Is he showing off his hardon?  I can’t tell.  It is an average sized cock with a slightly bigger head than usual.  I wonder again if I’m supposed to say something about it.  Offer to suck him?  But he grabs his jacket, tucks his cock in his pants and leaves with “I’ll be back…”

A promise he doesn’t keep.

A cross dresser arrives and sits alone over to the side.  I use that term as I can’t imagine, from the slapdash way the outfit (and especially the wig) is thrown together that he/she would be trans. 

On His Phone comes in and sits alone, swiping his screen.

I sigh.  I am ready to go right now…

The Voyeur comes in.  I end up with his dick in my mouth.  I even get a partial load.

And now things turn around.  Gym Built arrives.  He makes a beeline to sit next to me.  I go to the floor and begin to suck—but more importantly, to crush his nuts.  The Voyeur can’t believe his eyes.  He loves how I am (mis)treating Gym Built.  Even On His Phone gets off of it and comes to stroke to my abuse of this well-built, hairy man.  I pull his ball sack out and away from his body.  He moans.  I crush his nuts between the palms of my two hands as he jerks.  He gasps and begins to pant.  I suck his cock as my left hand finds his nut sack and pulls straight down until he is mewling with pain/pleasure.  I do it all again and again.  Gym Built can’t stop moaning.

I come up for air, still pulling his balls.  He strokes his cock and it erupts.  I lean forward and take his load in my mouth.  He groans and lets me clean him up.  He gently tucks his balls away, squeezes my shoulder and takes off having gotten exactly what he wanted.

I sit back down.  An older Latino arrives.  I used to see him all the time in the old set up, but I think this is the first I have bumped into him in the new space.  He strips naked, stowing his clothes under the chair next to mine and begins to suck me.  I relax and let him go to work after all my exertions on Gym Built.

A hot shaved headed guy in his late 30’s comes in and makes for On His Phone (likely sourced from that ever-present phone.)  I watch him suck OHP as I enjoy the mouth on me.  This young man gets OHP off easily, who then quickly leaves.  The shaved head hottie comes over and watches my cock being sucked.  He unzips.  His cock is thin, with a nice curve to it.  I nod to him and he sticks it in my mouth.

He is a great precummer.  I keep swirling it around his cock head.  He groans. 

We all shift around.  Now the shaved head guy is in my chair.  I am in his mouth, thrusting away, and the Latino is on the curved cock I was just sucking.  We get a little noisy.  This turns the Voyeur on no end—who is stroking off to the side.

We make another rotation.  The Latino sits. The Hottie sucks the cock he hasn’t had yet, kneeling in front of him.  I am more than fine feeding the Latino my cock once more.  We slurp and sigh, lick and moan.  No one is in a hurry to get off.  We finally take a break, all three of us, quite contented.

The Latino goes over sucks the Cross Dresser.  The Hottie goes to piss. 

The outer door opens and in come a man who was here and watched me fuck the guy who told me not to shoot in his ass, but still had me up his butt three times (see Can I Ride That?)  I didn’t talk about him as I had no dealings with him.  He is likely in his 40’s and a good paying customer at his local gym.  He wears a tee with the sleeves ripped off, exposing his biceps that are almost as big as my thighs.  His chest makes the fabric taut, outlining all his hours of work.  His face is handsome, and he has a mass of dark blond hair. 

He's hot.  And he wants my dick.

“I saw you the other day and missed out,” he says softly, leaning into my ear.  “Let me suck that.”  He sits in a chair and indicates I should stand in front of him.  I do.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck!  I have had good mouths on me all day, but this guy is special.  It’s a thick tongue in a bigger than average cavity.  And does he know how to suck.  I envision him in the locker room at the gym, sucking off every body builder there before they hit the showers… 

I come back to reality.  He is working just my cock head with his tongue.  He reams the piss slit, making me drool.  Now he’s taking half my length, teasing me just before I really go down his throat.  He pulls off and licks my balls.  That massive tongue makes me squirm in pleasure.  There is as much muscle there as on the rest of him.

He takes my full length.   Quickly and to the root.  His deep throating is amazingly effortless.  He chokes on purpose to give my cock an additional massage with his throat.  He comes up for air, but keeps just the head in his mouth.  Then it’s back down, deep throating all my inches—and choking.  This time as he pulls off me, there are gorgeous strands of deep throat spittle.  His fingers twist them around and around my wet cock.  He swallows my coated cock again.  Now pulling off with new pearly strands of spit.

Wet and wonderful.

I urge him to do it all again.  He does.  He can’t get enough of my thick dick.

I feel my balls tighten.  He sees them do it.  He licks them once more.  Pulling them up, once they are spit coated, to lick under them.  That thick tongue against my cock ring makes me groan.

“You want my load?”

His answer is to rip off his tee shirt.  “Cover my chest.  Make me drip with it!”

I am surprised, but I am so close I don’t care.  I fire blast and blast.  My cum clings to his chest hair.  He instantly begins massaging my load into his massive pecs.  I wipe the last drop on his lip.  His tongue finds it. He swirls it with his spit and drools it out of his mouth to join the wet, viscid load now matting his chest…

“When It’s Time to Unload, Find Me.”

 Jackson—May, 2025

 

The bookstore that is half video theatre/half bathhouse has had really good foresight in promoting a special event.  A group of men had independently said ‘Let’s always meet here on the second Saturday of the month.’  The manager heard of it and promoted it with signage all over the store.  It has worked.  The crowds on any second Saturday are always bigger than average.   

I took off, just before noon, to see what trouble I could get into…

 

It’s packed.  I take the last parking place in the vast lot.  Once I am in the lounge, I can barely move.  Maybe it’s just as well, as I can’t really see in the dark space after driving in on this bright spring day.  The crowd moves—and so do I.  I go to my usual spot where I can watch five different screens.  More of them are of gay content today, with the expected crowd.  I watch three men being blown.  I sit off to the side on the huge couch.  I watch as the man sitting in my usual chair here contorts and gives up his load to a hungry sucker.  The spent guy gets up—and I take his chair.

I get the same cocksucker on me.  It’s the Choker.  I haven’t seen him in quite some time at either location.  He does his usual proficient job.  As he comes up for air, he asks for piss.  I can’t help him out.  Yet.

My wet dick feels cool to the air.  But not for long.  A white guy, 50-ish, with iron gray hair and wearing a Northwestern University sweatshirt, steps up.  He grabs my cock in a death grip.  I tell him to ease up.  He actually listens to me, goes to his knees and begins to lick the cock he tried to strangle.  He turns into a talented cocksucker.  Even with that massive wedding ring that keeps catching the light as he strokes my balls.  He tries every trick in the book to get me off.  He really wants my load.  But I’ve just arrived.  I finally tell him to take a break.

A man with a shaved head, who I recognize from here, nods to me from the next chair.  He is getting his cock worked over by a guy that looks like he’s from the great north woods.  (Likely just the gay campground up the road.)  The guy getting done smiles and nods to me.  I nod—and at that moment, the gay cock sucking couple from my usual haunt pass by. 

Shaved Head is instantly on my cock.  He is moaning a lot in the back of his throat.  It provides a great little extra bit of vibration to the sucking. 

The mountain man, who’s beard is massive, finishes up on the guy sitting near me.  He nods to me as he leaves.  Then he bends to my ear: “I need that in my mouth today.”

I nod.  The guy he’d been sucking gets up.  He comes over to feed me his wet cock and Shaved Head moans into my balls.  I do love to have a dick in my mouth as mine is being sucked.  It was a moment that didn’t last long, but it really got my balls churning.

A series of men, who I don’t remember at all, suck me as I stay in place.  There are three, maybe four, of them.  Nothing special, other than their love of big dick.  Finally, I need to take a break and walk around. 

The slurp ramp has all three holes being used.  Every curtained cabana is full.  I go to the back room with the medical table.  There is the same guy with a shaved head who I’d just sucked.  He is lying on the table, getting his cock sucked by a younger man.  The guy sucking is stocky.  Bending over to suck makes his ass jut out.  He is wearing walking shorts that ride low, revealing the waistband of a jock.  He sees me watching.  Never stopping the sucking, he deftly undoes the front of his shorts and they slip to his ankles.  It a plump and furry butt, beautifully framed by the white straps of the jock. 

I kneel, in reverence to such a thing of beauty.  He moans in surprise that it is my tongue that invades him.  “Eat that ass before you fuck it,” says the guy getting his cock sucked.  This guy’s hole is opening easily with my probing tongue.  He moans around the cock in his mouth.  I stand up and slide in.  Now he’s groaning.  But still sucking.  And clenching down on my cock.

“Fuck him!” says my buddy on the medical table.  “Give him that big dick.”

I pick up speed.  My hips are slapping his full, furry ass, making a lot of noise.  A crowd gathers.  Men jerk off to our fuck—but not one of them wants to take over from me.  I slow down.  I pull out.  I eat his butt again.  He is wonderfully wet.  He moans.  I stand back up and fuck him again.  The guy he was sucking now holds the younger man, cradling him in his arms as he takes my cock.  It’s a moment that is maybe hotter than the hot fuck. 

I slow and pull out.  The young man straightens up, turns and gives me a hug.  “When it’s time to unload, find me.”

I smile, deliberately not saying yes or no.  I go explore.  I end up on the big couch—and in the mouth of the mountain man.  He is incredible.  He has technique for sure.  But there is something extra—maybe just a palpable love of what he’s doing.  He worships my cock.  And balls.  And the musk under them.  He can’t stop licking and sucking.  And I’m in no hurry.  I let him do whatever he wants.

“I haven’t been fucked by a cock this big in years.  Would you?”

He doesn’t want to do it right here.  We search.  The cabanas are still full.  I suggest the medical table, but it now is occupied by a blindfolded older man who is getting no action.  I make to ask him for the space, but am stopped by the mountain man.  “He won’t move; don’t even try.”  We settle for a chair.  He strips naked and kneels.  His ass is almost the exact opposite of my earlier fuck—hairless and thin.  His hole, as I find it with my tongue, has seen a lot of work over the years.  He has permanently swollen ass lips that are a delight to make even bigger.

Again, we attract a crowd, but smaller this time.  I stand up and enter him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch.  He is panting.  His cock had been rock-hard for the rimming, but it wilts now.  He desperately jerks it to take his mind off the invasion in his ass.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And begin the fuck.  Slowly in and out.  A nice steady tempo.  He relaxes.  And is soon moaning out his pleasure.  He is fed a dick.  He takes it gratefully.  The dick in his mouth makes his own harden back up.   The guy in his mouth begins to fuck his face.  We match strokes—plowing into him in time at each end.

He groans again. 

“Want my load, fucker?” asks the guy in his mouth.

There is a choked affirmative.  The guy fucking his face let’s go.  Mountain Man touches his own cock at the same time.  He takes the load—and seconds later, his own load pours out of his dick and onto the chair seat.

I slow down and pull out.  I can sense he can’t take any more.  I offer my cock for a clean-up, but he is lost in his own little world of post orgasmic bliss…

*

I take a break and eat my lunch out in the car. 

I watch the crowd thin as I chew.

I go back.  I need to piss, but the Choker seems to be gone.  But the young man I’d fucked earlier is here.  And naked in the back room.  We still can’t get the medical table, but he is happy to kneel on the same chair I used to fuck Mountain Man.

“You still want that load?” I ask as I kneel and begin eating out his ass.  I am pretty sure another man has been up here since me, but I can’t taste cum.  It’s just been loosened up with a hard fucking.

“Please.  I love to leave here with cum in my ass.”

My tongue goes deep.  He moans.  And is rewarded with a cock in his mouth from a watcher.

I keep eating.  I feel more than see the guy in his mouth begin a face fucking.  I stand up and slide in.  The hairy young man stops sucking and concentrates on taking my dick.  He does.  He relaxes and takes the other cock into his mouth again.

I am really turned on by the fact that both the men I’ve fucked today have had both holes filled with dick at the same time.  It’s always made me hard.  I really want to rotate with the guy in his mouth, but he refuses my offer of his ass. 

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” I say, panting a little.  I am closer to shooting than I thought possible.  My cock has been very well used here this afternoon.  “You still want me to breed you?”

I know the answer, but I know how to work the audience. 

The cock in his mouth makes his answer turn into an affirmative grunt.  I speed up.  I am really fucking hard into him.  Just as suddenly, I stop, pull out and go to my knees for one last taste of his hot, wet hole. 

“Fuckin’ pig!” says someone in the crowd. 

I idly wonder which of us he means.  I stand back up, my cock rampant.  I slide in and begin to shower his hole with spurt and spurt of my creamy jizz…

"Can I Ride That?"

 Near Home—April, 2025

I had so much fun with Julian and Cute College Kid on the first Friday of the month, I made the unusual choice of going back the next day.  I tried the evening.  I’d had one Saturday night that was terrific, and one with the loud-mouthed talker.  This one was just bad. 

I did get off; a large man, with a micro dick, had a great mouth.  But it was hours before he stopped looking at my cock and sucked it.  Likely what slowed him down was the sprinkling of men—all looking sad and tired—watching the porn.  Once he waited them out, he did what was needed. I really don’t need to say any more.  I have recorded it here only because it happened.

 

Near Home—April, 2025

I waited until the next Friday afternoon to go again.  Much more fun…

 

I walk into the darkened room.  The moment I am through the door I can hear the sounds of sex.  A man is breathing hard.  There is the slurp of a wet mouth on hard cock.  I make my way to my usual chair.  It is dark in here today.  My eyes adjust and I see the naked ass of a man on his knees.  He is servicing a man who I can’t quite make out as he’s slumped down in his chair.  There are a couple of other men in the room, jerking to the porn and to the real thing.  One of them is the Voyeur.

I take out my dick.  The guy getting head straightens up.  I know him.  He is an occasional top at the house party in Grand Rapids (where I called him Latin Top.)  He is also the one that likes me to play with his hole as he fucks.  He is in his late 30’s and hot.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  His cocksucker re-doubles his efforts on him.

Latin Top groans.  Then moves.  He gets up and comes over to me.  He is as naked as the man sucking him.  He grins and grabs my cock, before leaning over and devouring it.  The cocksucker watches.  Hoping, I think, I get added to the mix.  When I am good and wet, Latin Top turns and, guiding me with his hand, pulls me up on my feet and towards his ass.  My wet cock head prods his pucker.  It breaks through and he lets out a muffled moan—of pain not good sex.  He pulls off my imbedded cock, spins the cocksucker around and pushes his own large cock into the sucker’s bare ass.

He begins to pump into the man.  His right hand leaves the guy’s hips and touches his own ass cheek.  I know the signal.  I kneel and my tongue connects with the hole I was in so briefly.  I stay still and let him impale himself of my hardened tongue.  He moans again, this time in pleasure. 

I lube up a finger.  It goes into him on the next backstroke.  “Fuck…” he breathes.  He increases his fuck tempo, my finger never leaving his bubble butt.  I stand up.  I pull out and try again with my cock.  I go in.  Again, I don’t thrust, I let him impale himself on the back stroke.  He groans.  And takes it.

“Fuck, YES!” he growls out.

Suddenly he twists off me and out of the cocksucker’s ass.  He shoots all over the floor.  I am surprised, but happy to catch the last drip of cum off his cock.  He grins at me and, grabbing his clothes, heads to the bathroom.

The naked cocksucker, white, anywhere between 45 and 50, goes to the Voyeur.  He settles down in front of him, on all fours, pointing his ass right at me.  I take the hint.  My wet cock finds his much looser pucker.  It all but sucks me right in.  I fuck, hard enough to help him go deeper on the Voyeur’s dick.  The Voyeur is in heaven—getting head and watching a fuck right in front of him.

Suddenly, the cocksucker pulls off him.  “Just don’t cum in me,” he pants.

That statement can be a boner killer, but I am fine.  He said it before I am remotely close to shooting.  I grunt an affirmative and fuck him harder.

I finally pull out, my knees tired of the hard linoleum floor.  I sit back in my chair and stroke to the sucking of the Voyeur.  In moments he gives the guy his load.  I am pleased the sucker swallows and doesn’t spit.

He gets up and comes to me.  “Can I ride that?”

I nod.  He sits, back to me, and begins to bounce.  He ass feels terrific this way.  I swear it’s wetter than when I left it.   He fucks himself hard, slamming himself down on my big cock.  Over and over.  When he tires, he pulls off me and instantly bends to clean me up.  He likes the taste of his ass juices so much, he settles right down between my legs and sucks me for a long time.

We break.  He sits next to me and jerks his cock.  The sight of mine is just too much for him.  He gets up and rides me again, just as hard.  I expect to hear/feel him cum this time, but he doesn’t.  He finally stands up fully and once again sits next to me.

“I am so close to shooting…” he murmurs.

I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He moans; he really is close.  His cock is dripping huge amounts of precum.  He sighs and fires into my mouth.  He thanks me and finds his clothes…

The Voyeur had stayed to watch the first riding, but he’s long gone now.  Two other men have left as well.  The only man left can’t get off his phone.

I am surprised that I am fine with getting on home, not hanging around to see if someone new will want my load.  I am fine with saving it.  I have already decided to do the second Saturday gathering tomorrow at the bookstore that is half video/half playspace.  My load will be put to good use there…