Surprises at the New Arcade and Theatre

 Lansing—September, 2025

 

(This picks up where we left off…)

I get out of their deserted parking lot to eat the meal I packed.  I find a coffee shop—and sip my drink as I read.  Sometime, near 8 o’clock, I go back to see what is happening.  Things are picking up.  Around 20 cars are there.  Encouraged, I go back into the arcade, showing the cashier, a new woman, my arm band.

I make the tour expectantly.  No one is here.  Not a soul.  They are all in the strip club.  I settle down in the same booth and find an interesting video.  Fairly soon, I hear someone banging the doors to the other booths.  He looks into mine.  He is my age, short and rather round.  “Nice dick,” he intones, and leaves, shutting the door that I had deliberately left wide open.

I stroke.

A young man, who has very long hair and the beginnings of a beard, looks in.  “May I join you?”

I nod.

He sits next to me.  He’s in shorts and sandals with a faded red t-shirt.  He is lithe and thin and uses his hands a lot as he speaks.  He tells me he loves the looks of my dick.  May he touch it?  I nod and he does.  Can he take his out?  I nod again—and he unzips.  It is thin with a nice foreskin.

We stroke to the porn.  Then we stroke as we look at each other.  Now, we stroke each other’s dicks—which makes him pant.  “Excuse me,” he says.  He does up his pants and disappears.

I stroke, shaking my head.

The older guy comes in.  “That kid wants you to fuck him—but he’s too afraid to ask.”

“Ok…”

“He’s in the big theatre.”  And he pops out again.  I wait a moment and go into the theatre.  There they both are.  The older man on the other side of the room as I sit near the young man.  “I hear you want to get fucked.”

He nods and starts his rundown.  He’s not on PrEP as he’s not gay.  He would want me latexed.  And really lubed.  I agree to all that and take out a Magnum.  I ask if he wants to suck it before I roll it on.  He shakes his head.  I tell him I will eat his ass first.  This intrigues him.

Suddenly he bends, from where he’s sitting next to me and sucks my latexed dick.  Not much, just to get it wet, I think.  But he’s jerking at the same time as my mass fills his throat.  He explodes everywhere.  And has nothing to clean himself up.  I find more paper towel and hand it to him.  He cleans up and all but races out of the room.

I have too much lube on my dick, so I go out to piss and wash.  Coming out of the restroom, I look at the parking lot.  It is packed.   Men, in groups of two or three, are heading into the strip club.  Young men with their dates fill the lobby and the store—waiting to be seated.  I wonder if any will filter back to us.

I go back to my room.  And wait.

I wander when I have had enough sitting.  I find the only other guy here—the man who told me about the kid.  He is jerking to the porn in the big theatre.  I kneel and suck his cock.  It takes 30 seconds and he shoots.  Big.  And he leaves.  Now I’m alone.

I go back to my booth.  I find new porn as there are 50 some channels available to me.  I find a very wet squirt video and jerk contentedly.

I hear noise in the next room.  I have lost all track of time.  I get up, not bothering to hide the hard-on.  I find an attractive man jerking to the porn.  We jerk to his very vanilla straight fuck and suck.  I ask if he’d like more.  Nope.  He likes to watch porn and the live porn, when there is a crowd here.  I ask if there is a time when they usually arrive.  He doesn’t really know—but is as surprised as I am how empty the space is.

I leave him in peace and go back to my squirters—and the guy in the video who keeps taking a face full each time the ladies erupt.

I go out to the parking lot for some air.  There is absolutely no room for another car.  The strip club is packing them in. 

I wander in the cooler night air. 

I go back in.

I stroke.

I join the Stroker in the big theatre.  He sits on one side of the main door and I the other.  We seem to be watching the same video.  Occasionally, I catch his looking at me, but it’s just interest, not lust.

The door opens.  It’s a guy in his 50’s I recognize.  He is a man I met at the other cruising place after I filmed with the BDSM couple.  He wanted to be fucked—and I wanted to go home.  But here he is—and I am more than ready to fuck.  He comes right over.

“We meet again!”

I nod.

“Where is everyone?”

It’s the question of the night and no one knows the answer.

“Well, you can fuck me tonight!”

“Absolutely.”

“Where?”

“Right here.  Bend…”

He does, holding onto the back of one of the benches.  I pull his shorts down.  He’s wearing no underwear.  His generous ass is lightly haired.  I go to my knees and begin to eat him out.  It feels wonderful—actual contact with another person.  

“If you’re going to jerk to us,” the guy says to the Stroker, get out here where I can see you.”

He moves to be in his sight line, beating his generous, slightly curved cock.

I go back to eating butt.  The guy is squirming, begging for my cock.  I stand up and slide in. 

“Fuck, you fill me up!”

I begin a slow fuck, but I can’t keep it slow for long.  I build fast.  All the hours of stroking are not letting this be a long fuck at all.

“Give it to me,” he chortles.  “Cum in my ass.”

That’s all it takes.  I begin shooting.  All that pent up seed.  I fill him up.  Some sloshes out.

I hold for a moment, then pull out.  He’s still bent, ass jutting towards me.  I go to my knees and begin to felch my load out of him.  He groans—and begins stroking his cock.  I hear it, I can’t possibly see it with my face plastered in his wet butt.

“Fuck, that’s hot!”  It’s the stroker; he is shooting a load.  I can hear it in his ragged voice.

“I’m gonna shoot, too.  You want some fresh cum?”

Without waiting for an answer, he spins around and pushes his dick into my mouth just before it goes off.  He’s right—the mix of cum from his balls and my cum from his ass is absolutely perfect…

FP Explores a New Arcade and Theatre

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Sawyer Loves the Big Toys

 My Playroom—September, 2025

 

I had two hook-ups scheduled the next week.  The first was with a man I had met and played with before the blog was being written.  He wanted another go.  I agreed.  But he cancelled on the day of the meet.

Honestly, it didn’t bother me—I’d rather expected it.  Even better, Sawyer was making a return visit to the playroom the next day.  He was eager to get any number of my body parts back inside him.

So, on Friday, I put out the towels, melted the coconut oil and was ready for his arrival right after lunch…

 

I am sprawled on the twin bed, lying right next to the mirror on the wall.  Sawyer tosses his clothes in the chair.  He is now naked but for athletic socks and a jock.  He crawls between my legs, conscious of his reflection.  He mouths my bulge, still contained in a yellow jock.  He works it free, letting it spring up.  His eyes shine.  In the mirror, it looks even bigger than usual.  He takes me to the root, moaning as he does it.  I grab his head and hold him in place.  For a long moment.  I release him and he comes up gasping for air, with a huge grin on his face.  He licks up his deep throat spittle, using it to coat my balls.

“You better clean that up again.” 

“Yes, Daddy.”  He does; hungrily.  Once he’s finished, he goes down on me once more.  I let him do whatever he wants this time.  He comes up—panting.

“I want to eat out that hot hole.   Get on the bench.”

Once again, the fuck bench is in the table position.  Sawyer gets on all fours, holding his bottle of poppers ready.  The moment I kneel and begin licking his pucker, I hear the cap come off.  He sighs, then his left arm reaches back and pulls his cheek to the side—letting me dig deeper with my tongue.  I love it when guys do this.  I tongue fuck him for a bit, before licking the length of the valley between his butt cheeks.

“Daddy, stick it in me…”

I was just about to stand up and do it.  Now, I stay on my knees and keep slobbering into his hole, greasing my dick.  I hear him take a hit—and I stand.  My coconut oil covered cock glides into him.  He pants, welcoming the intruder.  I hold for a fraction of a second and begin to fuck.  Faster and faster.

I pull out.  I bring my dick to his mouth.  He feasts on it, leaving it wet.  I move back to his butt and slide in again.  I fuck, watching my face contort in the mirror in front of us.

I grab the egg headed dildo, slick it up and get it inside Sawyer’s ass.  “Love that…” But I cut off his sentence by adding my dick along with it.  The toy is below my cock, tightening his hole back to how it felt during the first fuck.  I fuck like that for a moment, before I pull out, pull the toy up and add my cock under it.  Now the base of the toy is nestled in my pubes.  Each stroke pushes both me and the toy into him. 

I move on to the clear dildo with the handle.  First the toy goes in.  Then half my cock.  I fuck, keeping it shallow.  I leave the toy in place and move around so he can clean my cock again.  Once it’s spit slicked, I push it into his ass alongside the dildo.

Next comes the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the sleek stainless-steel toy with a thick egg at the end and a slim, long shaft.  I love adding my cock to this one—the cool metal below me and my fat cock head pounding into the oval.  The handle is under my balls, rubbing my perineum as I fuck.

“Let’s get you off your knees.”

We move to the sling.  He likes his legs up on the chains, not in the stirrups.  I eat his used hole, my tongue enjoying how wet he has become.  I fuck him, our eyes rivetted on each other.

“Here’s something we didn’t do last time…” I tell him.  I grab the Ass Grommet and slide it onto my lubed shaft.  It doubles the thickness of my cock, leaving my helmet head poking out of it.  I push into his used ass.  His eyes go big—but he takes it.  And love is.  Telling me to keep fucking him with it.  I do.  Repeatedly throughout the next ninety minutes.

I pull out and go to my knees.  His ass is gaping beautifully.  I can’t keep my fingers out of it.  Two.  Now three.  It becomes my whole left hand gliding into him. 

Sawyer groans.  “That’s what I need…”

I work it in and out, still on my knees.  Then I stand and work it in and out.  I add my cock, sliding down my wrist and disappearing inside him.  I feel my fingers welcome the new invader.  I fuck between them, making Sawyer moan in ecstasy.

I pull out and work my bigger right hand into him.  I add my dick.  And fuck into him through my fingers.  Sawyer pants.  And does it without poppers.

We take a water break, letting the blood rush back into his legs.  I pull out the rimseat and set it up next to the bed.  I get under and Sawyer sits.  The seat spreads his ass open even more for me.  My tongue is all over him—and then deep, deep inside him.  He moans, then babbles.  Egging me on.  To eat out his hole.

He needs no prompting to go ride my dick and sit back down on my face, with all the juices in his ass churned and dripping out.  I can’t stop licking and forcing those pronounced ass lips of his into my mouth…

*

We are back in the sling, but I’m the one in it.  I have Sawyer suck my cock for a moment, but then concentrate on licking my balls.  He suckles each one.  His tongue is everywhere on them.  He knows to use softer suction to get them into his mouth.  He works one and then the other on repeat.  He switches it up by working his tongue under them, licking the cockring there.  His tongue also works down my perineum—flirting with my tight pucker.  Then back to my balls.

I have had my breather—it’s time to get back to work.  We switch places.  I fuck his now open hole.  And then it’s time for the big toys.  I grab the Seahorse, with all the bumps and ridges.  He loves the curve of the toy going up and into him.  I reverse it—and that, he tells me, feels just as good.

I use the toy that’s vaguely in the shape of a hand.  I work the unforgiving plastic into him easily.  I pull out and use the Seahorse on him again. 

I go back to the shelf.  The Sex Machine, the toy the looks like a robot’s dick, slides into him.  He loves the flared head and the surprising ridges.  He pants as we get to the rather triangular shape of the shaft.  But he takes every inch of it.

I use my left hand again, to give him a break from the toys.  Then the right.  Back and forth.

The biggest toy is left, a monster realistic cock in black.  I work it into him.  Slowly.  He takes three quarters of it, before he holds up a hand to stop the entry.    I work it out and then into once more.  We’d gone deeper the last time he was here, but not today.

I fuck his loose hole.  It’s a totally different feeling from when we started.

I get him out of the sling.  “I need to piss…” I have him bend on the fuck table.  My cock goes into him.  I give him three blasts of piss deep into his gut.  I think he expects me to piss fuck him, but I have other ideas.  I lie down under the rim seat.  He grins and sits carefully—clenching his ass to keep it in.  The seat—and Sawyer—open his open.  The piss sluices out of him and down my throat.  It’s a frickin’ waterfall.  My cock is rock hard.  The moment the flow goes to a few dribbles, I am finally able to tongue fuck his piss flavored hole.  It’s amazing. 

And I know I am going to cum.

“On the bench!” I bark.

He gets up and kneels there.  I get out from under the seat and stand up.  My cock enters him roughly.  It’s a matter of a few strokes until I explode in his stretched, wet hole…

Equipment Close-Up: The Sex Machine

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Sex Machine

 

I have been slowly writing about the sex toys left in my playroom by GaryM.  Two of them were so large they had not come into use, so I hadn’t gotten around to them.  But both of them have been in Sawyer’s ass, now that he has been to the playroom.  So here we go…

Today we are looking at the Sex Machine by Mr. Hankey’s Toys.

The one I was gifted is black, but it comes in a huge variety of colors.  It looks like some futuristic robot’s tooled cock.  It has many interesting ridges and bumps for extra fun beyond the sizable girth. 

The Sex Machine comes in four sizes.  GaryM bought the second to largest.  This huge dildo stands twelve inches high, from base to head.  Eleven inches is insertable.   The circumference is eight and a half inches at the thickest point.  As I hold it in my hand, the shaft feels like it is almost triangular, not circular.  The material from which it is made is that incredible soft and forgiving silicone.  Soap (Dawn dishwashing soap) and hot water cleaned it up nicely.

Sawyer took this easily at the end of our fist/toy session both the first time he was here and once again, in the piece I’m writing for next time.  He loved the depth and girth—and moaned as that flared head entered his well-used hole…

 

 

Here is a link to The Sex Machine by Mr. Hankey.

The Man in a Suit

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

I had a busy week.  Fortunately, the load I shot on Monday kept me focused on what needed to be done.  But Saturday arrived and the restlessness began the moment I woke up.  I kept myself busy, trying not to mind that slight ache in my balls.  I decided to try my usual haunt, but at night.  It was the perfect choice…

 

The sexual energy is palpable the moment I walk in.  I sit in my usual chair, my throne (at the Talker dubbed it) and unzip.  There are half a dozen men here and not one of them is on their phone.  Two are stroking to porn and one kneading his crotch.  A hot Latino I’ve never seen before is on his knees, sucking a man my age with a long uncut cock.  There is so much foreskin, I can see it across the room.

The moment I’m hard, the older man, who was groping himself, comes over.  He asks timidly if he can suck me.  I nod and he goes to his knees.  He’s good, with lots of tongue action.  He loses points for not including my balls.

The uncut guy suddenly grabs the head of the hot, young Latino, forcing him down on his cock.  The guy’s body convulses—feeding his load to the hungry young man.  He groans louder with each spurt—and he gives him five or six. 

The moans from the guy inspires my cocksucker.  He works faster, getting me even wetter with a ton of saliva on my balls.  I instruct him to lick it off.  He does, but with no real joy.  He spends a few more minutes on me before he begs off.

The uncut guy has left, after a quick piss in the restroom.  Two new men have come in.  One of them is a guy I’ve known since I started coming here.  He always strips totally naked.  The other is a hot younger man I’ve never seen.  The Latino wants more.  And he chooses me.

He kneels the moment I nod my head.  His mouth envelops my shaft.  To the root.  Damn!  The kid has real talent.  His tongue is velvety.  And busy.  It’s everywhere:  in my piss slit, on the shaft, quick flicks on my balls and scooping up precum.  And he loves doing it.  It radiates from his face.  He is doing exactly what he wants.

But even young men’s knees get tired on the hard floor.  He gets up, with a promise for more later.  My naked acquaintance has been sitting right next to me, lazily jerking to watching me be serviced.  He is thrilled that when the Latino comes back from the restroom, he is the next dick of choice.  The Latino obviously loves daddies.  For there is a very hot young man here, now stroking a sizable cock.

Another of the older men comes over.  He doesn’t even ask if he can suck me.  He just kneels.  He’s good.  I squeeze his shoulder as he moves to my balls.

My naked friend has no control with the Latino.  He is exploding down his throat after a mere five minutes.  He gets dressed and leaves.  The Latino sees I’m busy—and goes to work on the hot younger guy.  My older man leaves my balls soaking and moves back up the shaft.  He slides down it, wanting to deep throat me.  He chokes at the three-quarter mark.  The spasm in his throat feels really hot to me—not so much to him.  He gets up, using my knees for balance.  His half hard cock is right there.  I lean in and suck it.  He’s surprised.  And I’m not sure he’s pleased.  He pulls away after a moment.

The Latino get the hot young man off—who swaggers out the door.  The Latino moves to one of the older jerkers. 

The door opens.  A stranger walks in.  He’s somewhere between 45 and 50, white, with a thin mustache.  He is trim and wearing better clothes than most of us here.  He nods to me and sits one chair away.  He looks at my dick—but makes no move.  He removes his suit jacket, folding it and placing it on the chair beside him.

The older guy who was just on me has gotten a second wind.  He kneels once again and goes to work.  The new guy watches.  His dress pants tent.  I lean back in the chair and enjoy the guy’s mouth.  He works hard—but I’m nowhere close to shooting.  The older guy moves off—and is the next man the young Latino works on.

“You have a beautiful cock,” the newcomer says.

I thank him.  And mention he must have liked what he saw—indicating the tented pants.

“Right.”  He stands up and takes them off.  He folds them neatly and places them on the seat next to him.  His designer boxers quickly follow.  He sits down, once his dress shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a late in life gym bod.

He idly fondles his balls, letting his erection sway.  He has a nice, cut, seven+ inches.

“You suck?”

“Sure.”  I stand up and move in front of him.  He hefts my cock appreciatively before I go to my knees.  I begin to suck his cock.  He sighs.  I concentrate on the wet piss slit.  I clean up the leaking precum.  Now a deep throat.  Making him gasp—and moan.  Then I do it all over again.

I move to his balls.  They are now damp from my spit.  I make them truly wet.  He hunkers down in the seat, giving me easier access.  I work each individually.  Back and forth.  Then I pull them up and lick his perineum.  He moans and hunkers down more.  I keep licking.  I go back to his balls for a moment, then back to his taint.  He moans.  My tongue flicks across his tight pucker.  “Yes…” he hisses.

My tongue is already burrowing into his hole.  He gasps and grabs the back of my head.  He holds me in place as I eat out his ass.  My cock is drooling.  I can’t wait to slide into him and give him my load.  But he’s not letting go.  He holds me there—and I’m just fine staying right on his hole while I work a ton of spit inside him.

Finally, he releases me.  Across the room, we hear another man lose his load down the Latino’s throat.  I stand up.  Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get fucked, his mouth engulfs my cock.  He good.  And driven.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  He pulls off and comes up for air.

“Sit down,” he tells me.

I do and he kneels in front of me.  He works hard.  He is making me feel really good.  With his mouth still around my dick, he finds some poppers in his shirt pocket.  He takes a hit, never taking me out of his mouth.  He hands them to me.  I don’t use them.  And then I do.

Fuck!  They are strong.  And they are working on both of us.  He is sucking with a new intensity—and my balls are tightening up.  In moments, I am grabbing his head and shooting down his throat.  Over and over.  Spurt after spurt.  I let go of him and collapse in the chair.

Only then do I see that he’s shot at the same time.  He stands up shakily and I clean his wet cock.  He dresses quickly, avoiding the pool of semen on the floor, and is out the door.

I see the Latino working on the last man in the room.  He gets the load before I get out of the restroom.

The Latino is the only other man here.  “How many?” I ask.

He shrugs.  “Been here since noon.”  It is now ten o’clock that night.  “I just wish you’d given me yours…”

“Next time,” I tell him and go out into warm night air…

A Bookstore Quickie

 Near Home—September, 2025

I rather surprised myself by needing sex after the marathon I had on Saturday, detailed in the last two posts.  But I hadn’t shot—and I really needed to do just that.  On Monday, I went to my usual haunt.  It was busy…

 

I am the seventh man in the room.  There are two blow jobs in progress.  The fifth man is jerking off as he watches the men get sucked.  The man not doing anything is Shy One—who instantly comes over to me the moment I take my dick out.  It’s great to have his experienced mouth on me once again.  I enjoy his partner, but if I had to choose one, I would pick Shy One’s mouth any time. 

He is sucking me with real need today.  Maybe he didn’t have much cock this weekend.  His mouth is everywhere, including my balls.  Heaven. 

We hear a guy have an explosive orgasm down by the gay screen.  We both look in that direction.  Shaved Head has gotten some guy off.  The man, his wet dick swinging, charges to the restroom.  Shaved Head comes to my side and watches his partner suck me.  Perhaps, knowing what he really wants, Shy One gets up and lets Shaved Head take over.  He sits and watches his partner do all the things he has just been doing to me.  But not my balls.  Shaved Head rarely touches my so-full-of-nerve-endings balls.  He finishes up.  They use the rest room and leave.

New men arrive.  The second blow job has just petered out.  There are always six or seven men in the room, as new ones keep coming to replace the guys who play for a bit and leave.  Some shoot a load.  Most don’t.

The cross-dressing Latino (who may need a new nickname as he hasn’t cross dressed for months now) comes in.  He sits next to an older man.  He let’s the guy play with his hard cock.  Then he gets down between the legs of the man and fondles the guy’s dick—which  never quite hardens up.

When he gets bored with that, the Latino comes over to me.  “Suck me?”

I am not sure I’m in the mood.  But a dick in need is a dick in…

He doesn’t wait for an answer he just moves in so it is inches from my face.  I suck him.  And enjoy it.  He is a heavy precummer today.  I work his small dick, really digging my tongue under the foreskin.  He pants and moans.  I do it again and again.

This gets him really horned.  “Fuck me!”

“A little later,” I tell him.  I have my eye on a man who has been watching us.  My sucking has made him take his dick out to jerk to the sex.  He’s a larger guy with no hair left on his head.  His dick is long and thin.  I love how avidly he has watched me suck the Latino—and for whatever reason, I really want to get this guy off.

The Latino moves down the row of seats to play with a guy by the screen.  I stand up and cross to the bald guy.  His eyes light up as I nod to him and kneel.  He sighs the moment my tongue and lips touch his cock.  He instantly begins to rub my head, with his thick fingers.

He sighs again.  “It’s been so long…”

He leaves it unfinished for his balls are tightening up.  He’s going to shoot.  I am ready for it, but not ready for the sheer volume of seed he fires down my throat.  His dick just keeps spurting and spurting and finally trickling.  I stay there.  Even for the final drip.

He thanks me effusively and takes off.

I meet the Latino on the way back to my chair.  “Let’s fuck.”

He strips off his pants and greases up his ass.  I lube my cock and roll on the condom.  I lube it up, too.  He bends, supporting himself on the chair seat.  I enter him.  A little roughly, like he likes it.  I build fast.  I am really letting him have it.

The Latino jerks himself.  “Fuck me just like that…” he mumbles.

I keep it up.  And he shoots.  All over the floor.  He pulls off me.  The condom is as gross as always.  I carefully peel it off, drop it in the wastebasket and go to wash up—just in case.  When I come out, the Latino gives me a thumbs up as he heads out the door.

I have an erection that won’t go down.  Two men are lazily jerking the other.  They show no interest.  But there is a guy who has been watching me from the moment I came in.  He’s never opened his fly—just kneaded his crotch.  I move to him, my cock swaying.

“You want this?”

He tries to answer but can’t seem to find the words.  So, he nods.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  The low, sexy, moan that comes out of him makes up for his lack of skill.  But I am a man on a mission.  I begin a slow face fuck.  He’s right with me.  He ovals big and just let’s me use his mouth for my pleasure.

I keep plowing into his mouth.  Faster and faster.

“You want my load?”

He grunts around my invading dick.  It sounds affirmative.  I keep pumping. 

And pumping.

In moments, I am unloading deep into his throat.  I truly empty my balls.  It just keeps coming.

He gives the most sensual sigh as I pull out of his mouth, catching an escaping drip with his tongue…