Cause and Effect

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

Teddy was a construction guy that used to bend over for me at the bookstore—back when we had the two rooms.  He was insatiable.  He loved when a friend of mine used his ass along with me.  He came to the house once—and had a blast.  Then radio silence for a long time.

When he did contact me again, he had a partner he wanted to bring along.  Great.  It took forever to set up with three schedules to blend.  And Teddy was a spur of the moment guy, something I am not and can rarely accommodate.  But we worked it out.  We all had a Wednesday night free towards the end of August.

They arrived a little late.  Teddy was as I remembered him.  A bigger guy, but his construction job kept him in good shape.  He was now likely on the edge of 40.  His partner, a little younger, was tall and skinny, with oddly cropped hair.  He looked nervous.  And slightly tipsy, he admitted, from a quick shot in the car.

We went down to the playroom.  Teddy stripped off and immediately sat on the corner of the bed to suck my cock.  His partner stayed dressed and perched on the fuck bench.  He seemed to like the look of my dick in Teddy’s mouth, but he couldn’t look me in the face.

Teddy told him to strip.  He did.  Slowly and painfully.  He finally lay naked and totally limp on the bed.  Teddy knelt between his legs to suck him.  This gave me Teddy’s ass to eat and then fuck.  His partner slowly got hard as I plowed Teddy.

Teddy told him to roll over and take my cock.  He shook his head.  Then did it.  I rimmed him.  He squirmed.  In pleasure?  I couldn’t tell.  I pushed in. He was tight.  And not clean.  He showered as Teddy went outside to smoke. Ten minutes later, we tried again.  I fucked Teddy as he sucked his partner.  His partner took a pillow and put it over his head so he didn’t have to look at me.

And now he was truly drunk.  He slurred out that he’d finished the bottle in the shower.  He sat up on the bed looking wild eyed and out of it.

I called a halt.  Teddy apologized, got him dressed and out the door.

I was not happy…

 

 

 

 

Near Home—August, 2025

 

The next day, not surprisingly, I was at the bookstore…

 

It’s crowded.  I can’t sit in my usual seat so I sit on the short wall, where I can only see the straight video.  Something is happening in the corner near the gay screen, where I can’t see.  Guys on the long wall opposite me are stroking to it.  Just as I am about to stand up and move, I hear the man, who’d been grunting out his good time, have a very vocal orgasm.  In moments, a handsome guy, tucking his cock away, crosses the room and goes out the door.

The men return their attention to the videos.  I stroke.  No action.  Lots of eyes on cocks.

I decide to break the ice.  Just as I’m about to get up and go to a guy across the room, Julian rounds the corner.  He is the blond versatile guy I met here and who I had recruited for the house party.  He has not been here in ages.  He sees me and comes over.  He sits next to me and we catch up in whispers.  He’s been spending summer weekends on Lake Michigan.  I am sure he is finding cock, as the city he names is near Saugatuck, the gay beach mecca of the Midwest.

But he’s horny now.  He takes out his cock and begins stroking.  I go to my knees and take his soft, but thick dick into my mouth.  He begins to stiffen up.  But Julian hates this side of the room; he asks if we can move around the corner.

We do.  (I notice a massive amount of cum on the floor—was the handsome guy just jerking??)  Julian steps out of his dress pants and underwear, and unbuttons his shirt.  He sits back down.  I kneel and begin to suck.  I spend a long time on his dripping cock before I begin tonguing his balls.  I work them for just as long as I know he loves it.  Finally, I lift them and begin tonguing down to his asshole.  This is when he always gets up and kneels in the chair so I can rim him.  But he doesn’t today. Fuck!  He didn’t plan on anal!!

I work back up, giving his balls another good cleaning before working up his sticky shaft.  I swallow him down.  He’s thick, but not so thick he cuts off my air.  I revel in feeling him fill my throat.

My knees are now screaming.  I stand up and sit.  I think he will do me.  But he doesn’t.   He stands in front of me and slaps his wet dick on my cheek.  I lean forward and start sucking again.  Julian is in need.  He begins fucking my face.  Hard.  And deep. 

I pull off him after the third deep throat to catch my breath.  Julian moves, kneeling on the arms of the new theatre chairs.  He’s at perfect height to continue fucking my face.  And he does so.  Fucking deep—and giving me just the briefest moments to catch my breath. 

“You want it, don’t you?”  It’s not really a question.  He knows I do.  And he wants to give it to me. 

I grunt something.  And it’s his trigger.  He begins spewing into my mouth.  The first few shots go straight down my throat; the rest puddles on my tongue.  I wipe his seed all over his cock as he pants and squirms.  But he stays right there, moaning softly as I lick it off of him again and swallow…