Oiled Guy and the Old Man

 Near Home, October, 2025

As I mentioned in the last post, there was a scene that I was not personally involved in that I wanted to write up.  So here I am donning my reporter’s hat as I continue to chronicle how men play…

 

While I was initially playing with Cute College Kid, I mentioned an older Black man who came over to get a good look at what we were doing.  At first, I couldn’t tell if he wanted to be included or was simply wanting to watch the live porn.  When we moved our play to the back corner, he followed us a few moments later, still keeping a very respectful distance.  While CCK was on his phone after his first cumshot, I waved the guy over, thinking he’d like a turn on my dick.  Instead, he sat down across from us.  A voyeur, it seemed.  Fine.

Around that same time a new man came in.  I recognized him from the other bookstore in the area.  He is around my age, tall, thin and his MO is to strip naked and cover himself in baby oil.  I have fucked him on two occasions—and neither were any fun.  I found him demanding (without the talent to back up those demands) and living more in his dream of what sex with him is like versus the reality. 

After stripping off tights and a tee, he sat near the black man.  He seemed to be already oiled, but that didn’t stop him from adding more.  Once glistening, he sat and began jerking his sizeable dick.

The next time I glanced in his direction, he was in the midst of pulling a large dildo out of his ass.  He waved it around a little before placing it on the seat next to him.  Still, no one in the room engaged with him.

Once my mouth was full of CCK’s second load, I glanced over again at the oiled-up guy.  The older Black man was picking up the guy’s dildo.  The owner lifted his legs and let him try to work it back in his hole.  That didn’t last long.

“Stand up,” murmured the Black man.

Th Oiled Guy did—and he bent over, offering his ass to the Black man.  I watched as the Black guy shoved his cock into the shiny ass.  He didn’t fuck long but soon gave him every drop of his load.  He pulled out—and went straight to the rest room, before leaving altogether.  Oiled Guy sat down and smirked.

In came the oldest man I know from here.  He has been coming here at least as long as I have.  And he seemed old 15 years ago.  He once was tall, but is now bent.  He usually shuffles around the room, sees what’s happening and goes out to talk to the friendly desk clerk.  I have seen him stroke a cock.  He’s stroked mine.  Did I see him play more when I first saw him?  I can’t remember. 

But in he comes.  He slowly makes the circuit of the room.  Some men avoid his glance.  Others nod to him.  He shuffles right past me—his eyes bedazzled by the reflected light making Oiled Guy shine.  He stops.  He reaches for the oiled-up cock.  He strokes.  He sighs.

“Don’t jerk it.  Suck it.”

I am amazed he doesn’t turn and leave.  Instead, we watch his long, slow descent to his knees. 

Oiled Guy is impatient.  “Suck it, you old queen.”

He’s on the floor now—and takes the slick cock into his mouth.  I watch Oiled Guy’s expression change to pleasure.  But it doesn’t make him stop talking.  “Lick me good.  Get that tongue in my piss slit.  Deeper, Grandpa.  Take all of it down your throat…”

The old guy chokes.  And both seem delighted.  There is lots of slobbering on the once oily shaft.  Now he moves to licking his balls.  Oiled Guy grabs the back of his head and pushes him roughly into his balls sack, cutting off the guy’s wind.  

“Lower.”  It’s a command and the old guy obeys.  His tongue goes down the slick perineum.   Oiled Guy pulls his legs up and holds them behind his knees.  “Taste my ass!”

His tongue finds his gaping hole.  I can see by Oiled Guy’s face when the old guy’s tongue enters him.  “Taste that load?  Felch that bred bum hole!”

The old guy groans.  And he begins to moan as he sucks the cum out of the guy’s hole.  Years seem to drop away.  He’s getting to do something he obviously loved in his younger days.  His whole body seems less tense. 

Oiled Guy keeps up the dirty monologue.   Calling him a filthy fuck hole felcher.

The old guy comes up for air.  Panting.  He tries to get up and can’t.  Oiled Guy grabs the dildo.  He makes the cum hound suck it.  Then he pulls the older man back down to his balls.

But the spurt of energy that came with felching has waned.  He can’t do any more.  He struggles up, using the arm of another chair.  He shuffles out of the room, slower than when he came in.

Oiled Guy slumps back in his chair.  He looks at my cock, but I’m not going there.

I can’t stop thinking about the old guy. 

I mean, will that be me in twenty years…???

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The Man in the Parking Lot

 Northern Indiana—October, 2025

 

I drove home the day after my afternoon at the bathhouse.  You would have thought that the sex I had there would be enough.  Of course not.  I stopped at a dirty bookstore just before the Michigan border.  The lot had quite a few cars.  I parked…

 

There is a man sitting in the car to my right, as I get out of mine.  His eyes bore into me.  He’s mid-forties, Black and has a goatee.  I can’t see more—but he seems to like what he sees in me.  He smiles.  I smile, nod and continue in. 

I pay the clerk who hands me a wad of tokens.  This is the place that on one side of the back room there is a video theatre and there are booths on the other side—that still take tokens.  I start in the theatre.

I sit and take out my cock.  Behind me, a hot Black guy has his dick out and is jerking hard to the straight anal scene on the screen.  He is wearing camouflage pants and a tight, white A-shirt.  His muscles are huge.  He looks ex-military.  He glances over at me.  His face shows no expression at all.

A Latino comes in.  He is young and very average looking.  He comes over to me and sits on the other half of the bench.  In moments, he is stroking my cock.  And stroking it.

“You can suck it, if you want…”

But he just keeps stroking it.  Not offensively hard, but I want more.

The hot guy crams his dick into his pants and leaves.  I excuse myself from the stroker and go off to the booths.  There is the hot guy, scrolling on his phone, standing in the hallway near the restroom.  He gives me no more than a cursory look.  I go into a booth near him and leave the door open.  It is not one with a glory hole.  I find some porn to my liking and stroke to it.

The door opens and a man looks in.  “Here you are.”

It’s the guy from the parked car.  He is tall and instantly pulls his pants down to his ankles.  He goes to his knees just as fast and begins sucking me.  He’s good.  No, great.  One of those thick tongues I adore.  He clearly loves doing it.  He strokes himself while he sucks.  His free hand is caressing my balls, not working my shaft. 

He is now licking those balls.  Gently.  Reverently.  I sigh.  He digs in with a little more pressure.  I moan.  He slowly pulls one into his mouth.  He tongue-washes it.  Then the other one.  He releases the hairy orb and slowly licks his way up my shaft.

He repeats it all again.  Slowly.  And once more.

He pulls off me and sighs.  He needs to stretch.  He gets up.  I lean in and take his very hard cock into my mouth. He groans—but in moments it goes down.  He really is all about service.

We take a break.  I find a booth with a gloryhole that is not in use.  I go in.  Instantly a thick curved cock comes through it.  And it’s covered in a condom.  I jerk it a little.  I finally lean down and put it in mouth.  I can’t.  I can’t suck a latexed cock.  The guy had seemingly liked it, but it’s not for me.

I go back to the theatre.  The hot guy is there, just kneading his cock mound now.  I sit near him and stroke.  Then my cocksucker arrives.  He goes to work on me in front of others.  This pleases me a lot.  He’s good…and it shows that I am willing to play in public.  There are a few other men scattered around the room.  They watch, but don’t pull out their dicks.  Actually, it makes the hot guy put his cock away after a time.

Once again, I suck my sucker for a moment when he stands up.  I want the hot guy to know I am more than just a big dick to service.  But no.

A hot, young and ripped Latino comes in.  He’s been making the rounds since I got there.  Now he finally takes out his cock.  He’s rampant and he looks right at me.  And I lose out for lingering 20 seconds.  The Latin guy who gave me the hand job is on him and he’s sucking him, dammit.  Granted, it fits down his throat with ease. 

It takes the guy forever to get off.  I leave the room for another round with my sucker in the booth.  When we come back, the guy finally gets off.  And the sucker spits his load out.  Now I’m incensed…

I am treated to a quick sucking from an older man.  He’s fine, but nothing special after this guy who’s worked so hard on me.  When his knees tire, my sucker, who’s been watching us, goes down on me for the last time.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it might send me over the edge.

Not today.

My sucker has to leave.  We exchange phone numbers.  He wants playroom time.

I use up my tokens.  And some others that men have left behind.  But nothing else is happening.  The hot black guy is back on his phone.  I haven’t seen his dick for an hour.

I realize that I need to continue my journey home.

It was a good diversion.  Just not explosive…

Bathhouse Relief!

 Indianapolis—October, 2025

I finally had a break from my work gig in Indiana.  I went to the bathhouse on a Saturday afternoon.  I am always amazed that a smaller city like Indianapolis, in a deeply red state, can support two bathhouses.  I have been to both and like both.  The Club, part of the chain, is right downtown and the clientele seems to be younger.  I go to the Works, which is on the north side and an independent bathhouse.  It has a new owner and major renovations were just beginning when I was last there in December.  I was intrigued to see what was new.

 

The changes are apparent from the moment I walk in.  You now buy your admission in a small lobby before being buzzed into the building proper.  I ask for a locker.  They are in a new location on the first floor and not the basement.  It was a room that once, back in the 90’s, had been a ‘movie theatre’ showing actual films for those who were staying for extended times and wanted a break from porn.  It has sat empty and unused for years.  It is a much more comfortable place to change than the crowded corridor the lockers were jammed into before down in the basement.  The first level has also changed the location of the vending machine to a small inhouse store for the usual lubes, jocks, etc.

I go to the basement first.  Everything here, minus the lockers, is the same.  Steam (working!) and the sauna, showers and a few rooms around the exercise equipment and four screens of porn.  There is still a glory hole room here. 

On the second floor is the biggest change.  The small television room and a room with a fuckbench are totally different. The rooms are combined.  There is a big screen television and three glory hole cubicles in the first area that connects to a four-screen viewing lounge, with comfortable seating, in the second.  It also has a flat padded space for play.  The bigger television room down the hall has gotten an upgrade, too.  Much more comfortable seating though not likely as playful an area because of it.  The sling remains in a separate playroom.

I am impressed.

There are not many men about yet.  I had undressed with a hot guy with what looked like a big dick.  We meet again in the sauna after my tour.  I have kept my uniform of boots and jock on.  He’s in a jock, too.  And he is stroking his dick to hardness.

A guy my age comes in from the steam room, lackadaisically drying himself and leaning against the wall.  He has huge, pronounced nipples.  Then a much younger man than any of us comes in and sits on the lower bench, just below me and off to the side.  He is a big man—a mix of thick, worked out arms and some extra weight he is obviously working to lose.  He is a talker and strikes up a conversation.  The two other men leave.  We converse about the new changes.  He hasn’t been upstairs yet.

Then: “If you’d ever like some head, let me know.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He moves around to kneel on the lower bench.  He opens wide and swallows me down.  Fuck!  He’s great.  It doesn’t hurt that I haven’t had sex in two weeks.  (I can’t believe that I just typed that, but it’s true!)  He adds his hand, a little too tight on my shaft, thinking he’ll get my load faster that way.

I ask him to ease up.  He does.  It feels so much better.  I lay my hand on the back of his head to urge him deeper.  He does it.  And chokes.  He comes up for air and attacks me again as soon as he’s filled his lungs.  He bops up and down rather shallowly and then goes deeper and deeper.  He chokes again.  This time bring up spittle.  He wraps it around my cock.  I let him clean it off, before I suggest he lick my balls.  He loves how sweaty they are from being in the warm sauna.

He finally needs a moment to catch his breath.  I suggest me meet up later after we both wander a little.

I sit along the side wall in the basement, stroking to the four-screen porn down here.  The guy with the big nipples comes over.  He drops his towel and kneels on it.  His head feels entirely different.  Maybe more suction and a tighter grip with his lips shielding his teeth.  It feels just as good.  He can’t keep away from my balls either (no urging for him to find them) and he leaves them wet and slimy.

He stands up.  I think he wants some reciprocation.  And I’m fine with that.  But as I go to my knees, he turns and leans against some of the equipment, jutting his ass out at me.  Yeah, I want him as my first fuck.  I move to rim his hole.

I can’t.  It’s totally foul.  I suggest a shower and he looks daggers at me…

I wander and end up in the new porn room upstairs with the four screens.  I stroke.  The big guy comes in and sits with me.  We chat some more.  He asks what I like to do sexually.  I tell him my fetishes.  All things he’s says he’s never tried…but is open to experience. 

We move on to fucking.  “I’d love to feel you in my hole.”

I nod and he gets on all fours on the new padded area next to the padded bench we were on before.  I get on my knees and pull his generous cheeks apart.  My face is truly buried by his mounds of ass as I tongue his hole.  I love it.  He loves it.  He keeps telling me to eat him out, get him ready for that big cock.  I do just as he asks.  Longer likely.  But both of us are right where we need to be.

I stand up and slide in.  He gasps, but adjusts quickly.  I fuck him.  Slow and deep.  Then hard and fast.  I pull out and taste his hole again.  The man is awash in his own juices.  I devour his fucked butt.  I reach down.  He has massive balls and his cock has retreated so far into his body I can just feel the head.  But he is leaking precum like crazy.  I cover my fingers and rub it on his ass. 

“You are so dirty…” he mumbles. 

I do it again.  His juices are so sweet, I can’t stop licking them up.

But I do, so I fuck him once more.

I keep licking and fucking him until I’m truly winded. 

We take a break.

I wander. 

I find a slim boy on all fours in his room.  He has a collar on and a chain leash that runs down his back, where the handle hangs down his ass crack.  (Was he blindfolded?  I don’t remember…)  I touch his ass.  There is so much lube in his hole I don’t rim him.  I just enter him.  Easily.  But he gasps and tells me to go slowly.  I do.  But he’s one of those men that needs to tell me how to fuck his ass.  After the complete surrender of the other man, this looks hotter than it feels.  I fuck him a little longer.  And go on my way.

I wander.

I end up in the same four-screen lounge.  A few men check in, but there is not the crowd in the daytime on the weekend like I have seen it during the week.

My big guy arrives for round two.  I have him suck me again.  I sit, legs splayed, on the platform.  He sucks me.  He knows I fucked the other guy, as he’d stood at the open door and watched.  He moans at the idea my cock has been in another man.

Soon we are fucking.  And the guy in the jock brings the other bottom into the room.  The fuck temperature of the room skyrockets.  I fuck the big guy on all fours, while the other top fucks the slim one.

“Wanna change?” I ask him.

“You bet.”

We pull out at the same time and slip into different asses.  He groans at the incredibly wet hole I’ve been in.  I like that I’m no longer being told how to fuck by the slim guy.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” says the other top.  He has pulled out and is moving so the big guy can suck him while I fuck.  He sits where I did and now the big guy has two dicks inside him.  The slim bottom comes over to watch—to his credit he’s supportive, not pissed off.

“Fuck him harder,” the other top instructs.  “Slam him so I can feel it.”

I do.  Hard and fast.

“Fuck him, daddy,” says the other bottom.

“That’s it!” crows the other top.  The room fills with the slapping sounds of wet flesh.

“Ah, fuck…” the top is shooting, convulsing in the mouth of the larger man.  He shoots and shoots, but he can’t take a cock cleaning.

The other two take off.

I slow the fuck and pull out.  I want to taste his hole again.

“I’d love to have your load in me…” he groans as I lick him out once again.  I use his precum again for more lube. 

And the act of wiping it on his ass makes me realize that I’m there.  I stand up and fuck it as deeply into his guts as I possibly can…

 

Saturday Night Expectations

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

My dick was fully recovered by the end of the month.  I was headed to do a two-week work gig down in Indiana for the first days of October.  I knew that I would not have much sex (if any) during that time, so I wanted to have fun on my last Saturday in Michigan.  I was thinking of driving to one of the bigger venues in the state, but I used up my travel time with packing for the trip.  I ended up at my usual haunt.  But it was Saturday night.  I felt confident…

 

The room feels cruisy with expectations.  Two older bikers are over on the short wall—where they can only see the straight porn.  One is stroking a long, slender cock.  The other kneads his crotch from time to time.   There are two other men on the long wall, looking at both screens.  One has his hand shoved down his pants.  The other man’s pants are tented, but he doesn’t touch himself.  I don’t know these guys either.

The bikers are clearly waiting for someone.  I assume someone has announced on FetLife that he is bringing his female partner tonight.  The guys wait and wait.  The straight video stops.  And stays on the menu card.  I go out to the store and tell the cashier to change to the next video.  A man is standing there with his wife.  He comes in after me; she stays and chats to the cashier.  The new video starts.  The husband is horny.  He nods to the bikers and convinces the guy with the tented pants to get sucked.  He is either really good with his mouth or tented pants has no stamina.  He shoots very fast.  The husband licks him clean.

He turns to the room.  “I’ll go get her.”  The bikers nod to each other as he goes out the door.  But the couple never return. 

I stroke.  The one biker strokes.  The man with his hand shoved down his pants finally frees his tiny dick.

Time passes.  The bikers seem to be sure the couple will be back.  Finally, the stroker of the two walks into the restroom.  I wait for the sound of the door to shut, but it doesn’t.  And he doesn’t come back.  I get up and head over like I need to piss, my big cock swinging.  The door is wide open and he is jerking over the toilet, desperate to get his load out.  His pants are around his knees.

I step in.  He turns and nods to me. 

I nod back and hear myself say: “If you want some help, my mouth is available…”

“Fuck, yes…”

He turns and presents me with his long slender dick that now, after all the stroking, is not nearly as hard as while watching the video.  I go to my knees.  He sighs as I take him into my mouth.  I notice I left the door open.  I mentally shrug.  Then I concentrate on getting him off.  But I can’t get him any harder with all my oral tricks.  My left hand moves from his tight balls to his ass.  My finger grazes his asshole.  He grunts.  His cock oozes.  I begin to work it into him.  I am rewarded with more precum.  He takes the first joint.  I work it up him and suck.  I find his prostate and he spews his cum, in a long drizzle, down my throat, with a muted sigh.

I go back to my chair.  He leaves.

I stroke. Tiny Dick strokes.  The remaining biker ignores us, focusing on the double fuck on the screen.

A hot man in his late 40’s comes in.  He sits next to me.  He watches me manhandle my dick more than the video.  I’m pretty confident of a blow job.  But just as suddenly he leaves.

I stroke.

He’s back with a bottle of poppers.  He sits in the same chair and watches me work my cock.  He opens his fly and takes out a meaty seven incher.  He huffs the poppers and jerks at top speed.  He leans towards me, still lost in the fumes.  “Do you suck?”

So much for that blow job.  But I’m more than willing to do him.  I go to my knees and take him deep into my throat.  He is twice the girth of the biker.  The poppers are used again.  I barely get to do much before he gives me a big load that coats my tongue.  He holds me in place and pumps into my face to get out the last drops.

I stand up.  The biker all but rolls his eyes at me.  The handsome guy takes off, stuffing that thick cock back in his pants.

I stroke.

Tiny Dick leaves.  The Biker does, too.  I am alone on a Saturday night.

The guy with the long mustache comes in.  I tell him I am completely healed.  He settles down and does to me what I did to the two other men, using that long facial hair to everyone’s satisfaction…

*

This is my last hook up from my file folder of notes.  I don’t know I have ever run out before in all these years.  Indiana has given me no time to play.  Until today.  I am posting this and heading to the bathhouse…

Cute College Kid Helps Me Heal

 Near Home—September, 2025

My penis healed.  Slowly.  One of my least favorite parts of aging is how much longer it takes my body to deal with cuts and scrapes.  I finally ventured back to the bookstore.  I was leery of just letting anyone deal with my dick—but maybe, I thought, I would have a session of just me doing the sucking.  Note to self:  Never Make Plans…

 

I get out of my car.  Parking at the same time is a man around my age.  He is a talker.  He is hailing me the moment he opens his car door while I am locking mine.  He walks in with me, telling me a story about a problematic cashier at a big box store.  I don’t have to respond.  He doesn’t give me any air space to do it, even if I wanted.  I pay.  He pays and is right on my heels, so we go into the theatre together.  He makes a beeline to sit near the gay screen.  I avoid my usual chair in the middle and sit as far away from him as possible on the opposite wall—which means I can only see the straight screen. 

I take out my hardening dick.  I lube it up well.  I stroke—and all is fine.

Except this new guy is now being vocal about what’s happening on the screen.  “Look at the size of his dick.  How can that guy take it so easily?”

Other men (there are maybe five more of us) look away, not wanting to engage.  Soon they physically move away from him. 

One of them is the guy with the long mustache.  He asks if he can suck me.  I tell him, in a low voice, what’s up with my dick.  He commiserates and wants reassurance it wasn’t his tooth that did it.  I reassure him that it’s not.

The talkative guy now comes over to join us.  He sits a chair away.

“Let me suck that beauty,” he volunteers.

I shake my head. 

He makes a few more comments, now about the women on the screen.  We all ignore him and minutes later, the guy falls asleep, emitting an occasional snore.

The whole room is relieved.  The guy with the long mustache finds a willing guy and goes to work.  I watch them and the screen.

The door opens.  In comes Cute College Kid—without his trademark black framed glasses.  His hair is slightly longer.  He is looking hotter than ever—no longer cute, but outright handsome.  He sits on the other side of the sleeping guy and takes out his cock.  He looks right at me.  Now at his dick.  And back at me.

Perfect.

I get up and kneel in front of him.  His cock is just above average, but he is a copious precummer.  I slurp away on him as he writhes in pleasure.  He stops me for a moment, so he can push his jeans down to his ankles.  Now I can get to his balls with ease.  They are fragrant after half a day in the hot weather.  I lick them clean—then suck his cock again.  But I want more of his ball scent.  I lick my way down again.  I lift them with my left hand and lick under them.  I spend a long time there before my tongue snakes down his perineum.  He scootches down in the chair so my tongue can touch his pucker.

He groans the moment I lick him there.  Loud enough I’m afraid he’ll wake the snoring talker.  But no.  I begin to lick up and down his ass crack.  But CCK wants more.  He motions for me to stop and we go around the corner to the gay screen.  He strips completely but for socks and kneels in the wide chair.

I pick up where I left off, my tongue all over his ass crack.  Now I can slowly zero in on his hole.  Soon, I am tongue fucking him and he is beating his cock.  He moans again.

“Please…” he mumbles.

I know what he wants.  The last thing I’d thought I’d do today is fuck…but I stand up and slide into him.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  He actually stops jerking himself so he won’t shoot.  His ass is super wet.  And hot. 

“I want it…” he murmurs. 

And I want it.  My cock is more than ready, even after this short time inside him.  I plunge deep and I can feel my balls empty into him.  It’s a weeks-worth of semen.  It is not an explosive orgasm, but it feels great, shooting inside him.  I fuck in it.  And churn it.  I pull out and go to my knees to felch some of it.

He starts stroking again as I eat his freshly fucked hole.  Suddenly, he wriggles around, rolling to sit—so he can feed me his dick.  He gets it into my mouth just before he spurts out a massive amount of cum.  Spurt and spurt.  I savor and swallow.  And swallow.  And lick him clean as he writhes in pleasure.

He pulls me up to look me square in the face.  “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispers.

I smile, before catching the last drool out of his dick…

*

When I got home, I checked my dick.  It was slightly red where the scrape had been…but just fine…

The Choker Rubs Me the Wrong Way

 Near Home—September, 2025

I saw Kris (from the previous post) early in the week and the sex was good enough to keep me from looking for more until Saturday.  I went to my usual bookstore in the middle of the afternoon…

 

I park in the lot, where there are enough cars to pique my interest.  The first person I see is the Choker.  He looks rough—and needs a haircut.  He is standing by the back entrance I always use.  He may have been leaving, but he follows me in and then into the theatre.  I sit on the side wall where I can see both screens easily, as my usual chair is occupied.  The Choker sits one seat away from me on my right, his eyes glued to my crotch.

The gay movie is the hotter of the two—an every-hole-available threeway—and my cock reacts.  I unzip and begin to stroke.  The Choker moves over a chair, the moment I’m fully hard.

“May I suck it?  And if you have to piss…I have to leave soon…”

I nod.  He does have a great mouth.  He kneels and takes me to the root on the first go.   He comes back up, grabs some air and does it again.  This time choking himself on me, so I can feel the contractions of his throat up and down my shaft, buried so deeply in him.

Other men in the room are very aware that sex is now happening right in front of them.  At least two pull out their dicks.

The Choker pulls off me, panting.  He goes for my balls for a brief moment, licking them and carefully pulling them into his mouth.  He isn’t there long, he can’t stop sucking my dick.  But something is off.  He’s never a toothy sucker, but he’s rubbing on me today.  I ask him to go back to my balls.  He does, but reluctantly.  He licks and makes them very wet, but he can’t keep off my dick.  In moments, he swallows me again.  Deep.  Chocking on my thickness.  And I feel it again.  I am about to say something as he pulls off—and goes out the door.

One of the men stroking to our sex is half my age.  He nods to me as he jerks.  I go over and kneel in front of him.  He is Latino and has dark, glossy hair, with a huge nest of pubes.  His dick is uncut.  I swallow him down.  It’s a hot seven incher, but not so thick it cuts off my air.  I suck.  I lick.  I deep throat.  He pulls me off him at one point and guides my mouth to his balls, just as hairy and rather acrid.  I can’t stop licking them.

“Let me suck you,” he whispers.

I stand up, reluctant to let his ball sack out of my mouth.  But I do—and his mouth is all over me, as I stand.  He stays in his chair and I am at the perfect height for him to service me.  He loves doing everything I just did to him.

He pulls off me.  “Fuck my face.  As hard as you can,” he whispers.

I begin.  There is a Black man around my age sitting near us.  He is jerking a gorgeous dick to our scene.  But he won’t let anyone touch him.  The Latino tried as I was sucking—and now a man on the other side of him tries.  He just wants to watch the live porn.

I keep fucking into the young man’s mouth.  I slow and he grunts something that I take to be ‘faster.’  So, I speed up.  He moans out his appreciation as I build in tempo. And more of my cock is going down his throat.  I keep it up until his eyes water.  I pull out.  He is panting, trying to catch some air.  His cock is absolutely rampant.  He grins—and thanks me in Spanish.

I go sit down.

I stroke.  But I’m feeling something.  Right where the Choker’s tooth was rubbing.  I look.  But can’t really see in the dim light.  I go into the restroom.  There is a red patch on my dick, right where his canine rubbed.  The skin doesn’t seem to be broken, but I call a halt to any more sex for the night.

I wake up the next morning and it’s redder yet—with a tiny scab.

I am not happy at all…

The Compliment

 My Playroom—September, 2025

 

I got a message on BBRT from a man who I used to play with fairly often before he moved west.  We hadn’t seen each other for at least eight years by his estimation, and I think even more—as I can’t find him on any of the older blog posts.  I do know that it was quite some time ago—as we were meeting when it was still easy to find other tops on the internet who would actually show up to play (something I gave up trying to organize years ago.)   I remembered how he loved two or three of us using him.

I was relieved that Kris’ profile had pictures—to make sure I was remembering the right man.  He had aged well.  He was still cubbish and hairy.  His ass was everything I love--full and covered in fur.  He was back in my area visiting family.  We set up a time—and he arrived on my doorstep all smiles…

 

We go right downstairs as soon as he steps out of my shower.  He doesn’t have long before he needs to meet a family member for dinner.  I ditch my robe and watch him undress   He has asked for me to leather up—and I have—in chaps and vest with my ubiquitous combat boots.  He is jocked and harnessed.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench, kneading my yellow jock pouch.  He kneels and begins mouthing the worn fabric of the jock.   He pulls it back and hungrily takes my swelling cock into his mouth.  His tongue gets busy.  I love the look on his face (sheer joy) as he gets me fully hard.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He deep throats me again and comes up for air, panting.

“You didn’t get any smaller,” he chuckles.

“Let me eat your ass.”

We change places, Kris getting on all fours on the flattened bench.  His ass is as full as I remember, with hair everywhere.  The cleft between his cheeks has twice as much as the lush fur elsewhere else.  I pull those globes apart and dig in.  His crack is slightly damp from the shower, but I make it wringing wet.  I can’t stop licking him, twirling all that hair with my tongue.  I dig in deeper, making him squirm.

“Fuck me with that tongue.  Damn!”

I drill into him.  Deeper and deeper.  His hole opens for me.  His ass lips are swelling, just from this amount of play.  I begin to suckle them—making them fuller yet.  I fleetingly think about all the cocks that have been in his hole since we last met.  The very thought makes my cock drool.  I stand up and wipe the precum on his slightly gaping hole.

“Do it.  Fuck me!”

I push into him.  He gasps and holds up a hand for me to pause for a moment.  I hear the poppers open.  He inhales—and I sink into him without any further push from me.

“Oh, yeah….” He mumbles.

I begin a slow pump.  He keeps moaning.  And egging me on.  To fuck him faster.  Or harder.  I give him just what he wants.  Now, I pull out and bring my wet dick to his mouth.  He licks me clean, then takes my full length deep into his throat.  He gags himself on purpose.  Over and over.

I take my cock, now covered in deep throat spittle, back to his ass.  I push it deep inside him, using his own lube.  He loves this—and tells me so.  I love the smoother ride.  I fuck him hard and fast.

I pull out abruptly, leaving him gaping.  I kneel and tongue fuck him.  Deep and wet.

We move to the sling.  He wants the mirror above—so he can see the full length of my cock enter him.  He opts for his feet on the chains, not the stirrups.  I kneel and begin rimming his wet ass again.  I love how deep I can go now.  I spend a long time there.  He is moaning and telling me to tongue him deeper.

I stand up and slide in.  No pausing needed.  Just a smooth glide in.  His ass canal feels incredibly warm as it squeezes down on me.  I begin a slow fuck.  My balls slapping his ass on each thrust.  He groans and begins squeezing his own dick under the jock.  He moans—his eyes riveted to the mirror above him.

I pull out and eat his wet hole once more, but not for long.  I stand up and fuck him.

I repeat this again and again.

“Load me, man.  I really want your cum.”

I nod.  “You gonna have dinner with my load inside you?”

He nods, his eyes bright again.  “That’s so dirty.  I love it…”

We’ve been fucking for an hour.  I know he needs to go soon.  I hunker down once more to lick his open hole.  I jerk myself while I do it.  And I’m close.  I lick him out for the last time and stand. 

I push in. 

I fuck.

Harder.

And harder.

I’m there.  I grab his hips and unload deep in his hairy butt.  He groans, his eyes on my contorted face…

Afterwards, after a quick rinse under the shower, load still in his ass, he talks to me as he dresses.

“You know, you changed me.  The way I have sex.  Do you remember the last time we played in your other house?”

“Not exactly…”

“You blindfolded me and fucked me.  A first for me.  Then you surprised me by having two other guys come in.  They both fucked me hard and loaded me.  You ate their loads out of me before you gave me yours.  I never saw them—and that was so hot!”

He buttoned up his shirt and continued.

“That really changed how I wanted sex.  Now, my favorite thing to do is to go to the bathhouse, and get ass up in the dark room and never see the guys who use me.”

He pulled me in and kissed me lightly on the lips.  “Thank you…for opening that whole new world…”

*

And I did remember it.  I was slightly unnerved having two guys in my house not in the playroom, waiting for me to open the door for them.  And I can’t find it as a blog post anywhere….