Bookstore Saturday: The Man with the Wonderous Beard

 Jackson—December, 2025

 

I was on the hunt again, the day after I’d fucked Julian.  I changed my hunting ground.  I went to the bookstore which is slightly farther away.  It is the one that has the glory hole closets, private cabanas and the medical table. 

It was a Saturday, just before noon.  And the men who had been on good behavior with their families for the holidays were out and ready for some fun…

 

I go into the dark lounge.  I have to stop as the door shuts behind me.  I really can’t see.  I inch my way forward, touching the partition to my right.  Five more steps and I move past the partition and I can now see, thanks to the light from the television screens mounted high on the wall.  There is grand mix of porn showing.  There are men everywhere.  I move through them, to my right and towards some seating where you can see four of the different screens.  The chairs, on one side, are full.  I sit on the low couch on the other side.  Men are milling everywhere—but no sex is happening in public.  The curtained cabanas are unoccupied, but the glory hole booths/slurp ramp set up behind me seems busy.

A chair that I prefer becomes available.  I move over, sit and unzip.  A guy in the matching chair nods to me and watches me unzip and pull out my meat.  I get it hard.  Just as the guy seated with me is about to ask, Shaved Head, half of the couple I see at my regular haunt, appears.  He touches my dick and kneels.  We are the only public sex—and the men stop milling to watch us.

Shaved Head is enjoying showing off.  He makes a point of pulling off my cock and catching his breath—show me off to the crowd and letting the men know he can take the big ones.  He goes back down on me and does some repeated deep throating.  He comes up, grabs some air and begins to do his usual suck routine.  He is perfect warm up head.  He squeezes my knee as he gets up, by way of a thank you.

“Do you mind if I take a turn?” 

It’s the guy sitting next to me.  He’s somewhere between 40 and 50 and in decent shape.   I say ‘sure.’

“My knees are bad; would you mind standing in front of me?”

I get up and present my wet cock to him.  He reaches out and grabs me in a death grip.  His mouth is fine, covering the first few inches.  His tongue feels good, but he is squeezing the base of my cock so hard I have to ask him to stop.

“Oh, did I nick you?  Sorry, I was trying to be really careful.”

“No, it was how tightly you were squeezing me.”

“I’ve often been told my teeth get in the way,” he responds, having heard nothing of what I’ve said. 

I put my dick away and go for a tour.  Men are everywhere.  One of the curtained alcoves is now in use—I can hear the sounds of sex through the fabric.  In the farthest room, I surprise a blow job happening in front of the medical table.  I leave them to it.  I go back towards the slurp ramp.  Two glory holes are in use, with guys plastered to the wall, their dicks in the holes.  One is available.  I stick my hard cock through it.  A soft hand caresses it.  Nice.  Wait—that soft hand is stroking me, not guiding me to his hot, wet mouth.  I wait a moment, but it remains a jerk off.  I pull out with a sigh.  I wander a little more and end up in a small room with a couch, chair and good porn.  I sit in the chair and stroke.

A dozen men walk by, stop, look and keep on going.  No one ventures in until finally a large, older man sits on the couch.  He pulls out his dick and strokes.  He loves the porn right in front of him.  He also loves to turn his head and watch me stroke.  I expect him to ask to suck me at any moment.  And yes, he’s standing up.  But he’s not coming to suck me, he’s standing up to shoot.  He splatters a big load all over the floor.

He suddenly looks embarrassed, crams his sticky dick into his pants and heads next door to the restroom.

Damn, I’d have liked that load…

I stroke. 

A tall lanky man, with a longer than usual beard, steps into the room.  He stands by my side.  “That’s a beauty.  May I?”

“Please.”

He kneels—and I am treated to some of the best head possible.  The guy loves dick—and shows it.  He has to have had hundreds in his mouth to get to be this much of a pro.  The tongue.  The suction.  His volume of spit and throat slime.  And his beard.  It caresses my balls one minute and tickles the shaft of my cock that next.  I can’t get enough.  I find myself being very vocal.  It eggs him on.

Finally, he pulls off and stands up to rest his knees.  The spit on my cock is shiny as it catches the light off the television screen.  “Could you take your pants off?” he asks.  “I need to work on your balls.”

Instantly, I stand up and drop them to my ankles.   I thought what he’d done with my nuts before was terrific, but if he wants more…

I sit back down.  He kneels.  He licks my cock from the drooling head, down the engorged shaft to my full, damp balls.  He lifts them and begins licking on either side of my cockring.  Fuck!  My secret place—and I didn’t have to tell him.  He licks and spits and licks it all up.  He goes lower.  He is flirting with my asshole, but not quite going there.  He moves upwards with his tongue:  perineum, balls, cockring, shaft and the slippery head.  I have stopped thinking and just luxuriated with his tongue.  As he reaches the top of my dick, his beard is all over my balls and shaft.  It feels wonderous…

“I want you to fuck my throat.”

“Sure.”

We try it with him hanging his head over the arm of the sofa.  It’s fine.  But he wants to be naked when I do it, so he suggests a cabana.  We find a free one.  He strips.  He gets on the padded bench, his legs on the back wall and his head hanging over the edge.  It’s a little low for my long legs, but we make it work.  I pump into him a few swallow strokes and then go deep.  I pull out long strands of his deep throat spit.  I wrap them around my cock and face fuck him again.

We do it five or six times before he has to swing around.  His cock is rampant.  I sit and he works over every inch of my cock and balls once more. 

He pulls off me.  “I could shoot.” 

“Well, give it me when you do.”

He grins.  He attacks my cock once more, his beard all over my wet and sticky balls.  He gags himself on purpose.  He quickly stands up and feeds me his cock.  He gets it into my mouth just in time.  It’s a massive load and rather sweet.  He lets me get every drop off of him.

“I really want to get fucked by you, but I didn’t prep for today.”

I nod.

“If you give me your phone,” he adds, “I’ll give you my number.”

“It’s locked in my car.  I can put it in yours…”

Well, his phone is locked in his car, too.  “A note?”

“Sure.”  I tell him the color and make of my car—and he will leave his info on the windshield.

I smile.  I would love a naked re-match with this man sporting the hot beard…

*

There is so much more.  I didn’t think this would be a two parter, but we are just halfway through my time there….stay tuned!

Finding Julian

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Christmas Eve: Load after Load

 Near Home—December, 2025

I have often written on here how sometimes good sex makes me incredibly satiated and other times it can make me crave more.  I loved playing with Rudy—especially introducing him to my playroom for the first time.  That afternoon was all about his glorious ass and all the things that went into it:  my tongue, my dick, my fingers, both hands and some toys for good measure.  I slept incredibly soundly that night. But I woke up wanting more.

I knew this was silly.  It was Christmas Eve.  No one would be available.  I wasn’t sure the bookstore was even open.  But then I thought about all those men who have no where to go for the holiday.  I went. 

The parking lot was surprisingly full…

 

I am buzzed into the dark room.  There must be a dozen men here.  None of whom I’ve ever seen before.  Some are just watching the porn.  A few are stroking.  There is a blow job happening in the back corner.

Well, well…

I sit in my usual chair.  There is an older man next to me.   His weathered hands are all over his tented pants.  The moment I take out my dick, his hands are all over me.  He strokes me gently with his very soft fingers.  He occasionally whispers things to me—about my dick, about the girl on the screen, about the men on the side wall who go from mutual masturbation to one sucking the other. 

“That looks good,” he says of the guys now playing.

“Do you want to suck me?”

“I’ve never done that.”  He stops stroking me and unzips his pants.  His very small penis pokes out.

“Do you need me to suck you?”

“Would you?”  The disbelief in his voice makes me a little sad.

Without a word I move to the floor and take him in my mouth.  He shoots almost instantly.  I lick him clean.  When he can breathe again, he thanks me and leaves.

The guy who was sucking gets up to give his knee a rest. He hasn’t got the guy off.  The guy with a now wet seven-incher is in his 70’s and waves me over.  “See if you can get me off.”  I go to work.  Every time I deep throat him, he gushes precum.  It’s like a waterfall sluicing down his dick.  I have never felt anything like it.  Again and again—but it’s not an ejaculation.  But it’s tasty—and make him groan every time.  I keep it up until my knees are screaming at me, but I can’t truly get him off.  He thanks me and goes back to jerking to the straight porn.  I may not have technically swallowed a load, but it feels like it.

The door opens and a new guy comes in.  He’s dressed a little nice for this room.  Did he come from a Christmas Eve service?  He is my age and has an engaging smile.  He sits next to me and introduces himself as Tom.  He opens his fly and takes out his uncut dick.  The moment he’s hard, he asks if he can suck me.

“Sure.”

Tom kneels and goes to work.  His mouth is great.  And it’s nice to finally have someone on me.

A man sitting near the gay screen stands up.  He walks to my side.  His cock is out and rampant.  He’s thick.  Really thick.  “Open your mouth…” he whispers.

I do.  Tom never stops sucking me as this fat dick fucks my face.  The guy in my mouth isn’t here for the sucking, he’s here to deliver his load.  In record time he’s grunting out his pleasure as his cock fires spurt after spurt of hot jizz down my throat.  He leaves his dick in my mouth so I can clean it thoroughly.  I do.  I want every drop.  When he pulls out, Tom looks up at me and we both grin.

Tom takes a break.  “Great dick, man,” he says as he sits next to me.  But not for long.  He decides to see what the incredible precummer is all about.  He kneels and gets the same mouthfuls of precum I did.  Still.  The guy is truly a fountain.

I stroke.

There is a man sitting off to the side of me where you can only see the straight movie.  He has his hand inside his pants and is obviously stroking.  He loves the action of older men on younger women on the screen.  He has been stroking now for over an hour.  Suddenly he takes his dick out of his pants.  He turns and looks at me.  With his free hand, he points to the floor between his legs.

Well, fuck!  I go over and kneel.  Once again, it’s no work.  I am just the sperm receptacle.  And that makes me very hard.  He shoots a big load, having worked so long on it.  I get every last drop.

He takes off—without needing to rinse his dick—and I sit back down. 

Success! I hear a groan to my left.  Tom has gotten the precummer to full orgasm.  He sits back down next to me, very pleased with himself.

“Thanks, gents!” chortles the Precummer, as he goes out the door.

A new man comes in.  He’s a guy I know from here.  I used to suck him behind the door back when this place had two theatres—and always in the gay one.  He used to play with my ears as I did it.  He waves me over and I go to work.  But I can’t get him there.  Tom comes over and I ask him to take a turn.  I stay on my knees and we share this guy’s dick—back and forth.  It’s hot—but we wear the guy out.  His erection finally fails him before he can shoot a load.  But he thanks us for the great effort.  He takes off.

It's getting late.  Tom and I are sitting side by side again. I stand up and begin to fuck Tom’s mouth.  He is loving this.  A brown bottle appears.  He pauses to take a massive hit, then hands it to me.  I take a short one.  I am really fucking his face now.  And his moans fill the now deserted space.

“You want this load?” I pant.

He can’t answer but for some sort of affirmative grunt.

“You worked hard for this…” I say, building the thrusting. Suddenly I push into him and I begin cumming.  I can’t stop.  As spurt follows spurt, my mind replays every load shot into my own mouth tonight.

I try to pull out, but Tom grabs my balls and keeps me there.  He cleans my cock as I squirm and moan.

I look down.  I can’t be sure, but I think he’s cum himself…

*

A final note that might have gotten in the way of the narrative.  The precummer considers himself mostly straight.  He talked to Tom and I about how his wife loved his juices.  He also told us, he cannot find a woman to suck his cock, now that he’s 77.  He thanked us repeatedly and made a point of saying he now loves gay men for caring enough to take care of him.

History: Rob

 My college journal ended on that second trip to Stratford with Theo.  I did like reading my thoughts recorded right at the moment things were happening.  It was also good to see my notes about gay venues that no longer exist.  And occasionally, I found that my memory of events was not quite as it happened…

Fall, 1977.  It’s a new school year—and an important one.  Theo and I were rooming together.  I had been in two newer dorms on campus for the first two years.  For year three, I moved to an older one that was co-ed by floor and for people who had a high grade point average.  The drama department pulled strings so Theo could join me there as a freshman.

The newer dorms had quads—four guys in two rooms, connected by a bathroom.  At the honors dorm, Theo and I had separate bedrooms with a joint study area and the bathroom was down the hall.  The showers were communal—and I learned to really appreciate the eye candy.

Theo and I were now friends.  Good friends.  I no longer mooned over him (or not much—and even less after our first weeks together.)  It was great to live with a man who shared my passion for theatre and who was gay.  My brother had thoughtfully given me all the hardcore magazines (the ones I had found when he returned from college) to keep me aroused when I needed a quick wank.

I was cast in a new three person musical that fall.  It was a big deal for me—the largest role the school had entrusted me with so far.  The young woman was from my high school and we loved working together.  The other man was slightly older than the two of us.  Rob was originally from England.  He was funny and gregarious—and everybody on campus loved him.  He hosted a classical music program on the university radio station with that very posh English accent that he could still turn on whenever he wanted.  Rob was funny and knew how to get a laugh on stage.  We were great scene partners.

We walked to the neighborhood bar after rehearsals.  Normally, I would have bowed out, but this was such a small group, I found I could actually have a good time there—despite being raised by two teetotalers.  I could nurse my one scotch forever. 

Rob kissed everyone goodbye.  And I mean everyone, straight, gay bi, young, old.  It was his schtick.  He loved the consternation of the set construction guy as a man kissed him on the lips for the first time.  My kiss was occasionally at the bar when I left earlier than the others or sometimes at the door of my dorm if Rob and I left the bar at the same times.  It never felt sexual—it was just him.  I liked the guy. 

The show we were working on had been an Off-Broadway show and we were the first production anywhere else after it closed.  The authors came to see it when it opened in November—and loved how we’d approached the material.  And the show, after it’s run, never quite closed.  Pieces of that production were dragged out for any and every University occasion that needed entertainment: a talent show, entertainment at an alumni banquet, a professor’s retirement, on and on.

After one performance in March of the next year, Rob, who had a car, dropped me off in front of my dorm.  I got out.  He got out.  He lightly kissed me goodnight and drove off.  I stood there.  I don’t know what changed.  But I didn’t go inside for the longest time. When I did, I couldn’t sleep.  The next night, on the pretext of needing help with some music, I went to his apartment.  And stayed…

That night we talked like we had never talked before.  We both loved musical theatre and he introduced me to Gilbert and Sullivan.  I taught him Cole Porter.  We both worshiped Stephen Sondhiem. 

The conversation drifted to the personal.  I shared my coming out to my brother.  He had lost his virginity to an American girl who was at his college in England.  He came to America to marry her.  It had not lasted long.  He was currently fucking a divorcee who he’d met doing some community theatre in a nearby town.  But he loved men—and being 3662 miles from his family had helped him come out.  

We fell into bed together.  He was an oral guy and knew how to satisfy my big dick, which he couldn’t stop talking about.  I had met my match in cock sucking.  He knew the same tricks I’d instinctively picked up.  And then he flipped me over and ate my ass.  I don’t think anyone else had ever done it.  If Mike rimmed me during the times he fucked me, it was just for a moment to get my hole wet, not the luxurious tonguing Rob gave me.  Then he rolled me back over and we sixty-nined.  Rob took no time to shoot.  Even then, it took me ages.

I slept over.  We had morning sex—and I made it home to shower and get to class.  I spent every night now in Rob’s bed.  We tried everything.  He hated to get fucked for a gay couple had raped him one night when he went home with them.  But he was game to try it with me.  And hated it—especially with my size.  But now we knew.  We tried it the other way around.  It was no better for me.  I knew I wasn’t a bottom.  And our mouths were everything we needed…

Theo was nonplussed.  I think he was sure that he’d have a boyfriend before I did.  But he was happy for me.  Mostly.  And he loved Rob like everyone else in the theatre department.

Easter arrived and I was expected home on the Saturday before.  I took Rob.  My mother asked if she should make up the hide-a-bed sofa.  I told her there was a double bed in my room and he was happy to bunk with me.  Fine.  That was it.  We never had any other kind of coming out talk.  He was just there—and of course he charmed them.  Including my brother.  It was great fun to have silent sex in the family bed that night.

At school, we were both in a production of Ceasar and Cleopatra that spring.  That kept us working together.  I slept at his house almost every night.  Occasionally, if he was really hitting the scotch, I stayed at the dorm.  We talked a lot.  About us.  Were we a couple?  Just friends?  (I don’t think in 1978 we were using fuckbuddies…)  We had no idea.  It was new to both of us. 

With the end of the semester—there was a guaranteed break.  We both had our first professional theatre gigs.  Rob’s was in northern Michigan and I was flying down to Texas.  I finally said I hoped our relationship would continue next year.  He agreed, but wisely said we should let the summer happen and see how things went.  We were smart enough (and knew each other well enough at this point) that we agreed we could and should have sex with others when we needed it, as we were 1200 miles apart.

My emotions were all over the place as I packed up the dorm.  One moment, I didn’t want to leave Rob; the next, I couldn’t wait to start my first paying theatre job. I wanted to live with him for my senior year, but I couldn’t read how Rob felt about it.

I was waiting on the front steps of the dorm for my dad to arrive and take me home.  Rob pulled up, packed for his adventure up north.  We said goodbye and wished each other luck.  The tears didn’t come until his car disappeared from sight... 

Furry Photos to Warm You Up on a January Morning

 

I know I owe you a sexual history post.  But I didn’t want to break up the three posts about Rudy and the Devil’s Dick.  I knew that today I was going to be out of the house, so I told myself to write what should be today’s post on Monday.  Well, it turned out I had a HOT fuck and fist session with Sawyer instead.  And actual sex always wins out over writing about it.

This particular post is an easy one to keep putting off as it had real consequences—and I want to get the telling just right.  Well, I should have time on both Wednesday and Thursday morning to do just that.

So, you get some fun pictures today instead.  I don’t think you’ll actually mind very much…

Rudy's Christmas Present

 My Playrooom—December, 2025

For quite a few years, when I was visiting my brother in New Jersey for the holidays, I would see Rudy twice—once before he left for his parents for Christmas and again when he returned to Jersey City.  Well, now that my brother is here in Michigan, we talked about what we could do.

It turns out, his parents live in Indiana and are quite close to the Michigan border.  At first, we thought we’d get a hotel somewhere between us.  I made the reservation.  We couldn’t check in until 3pm.  Rudy needed to be home for dinner with the family and that would make for a rushed meet. I made a case for his driving a little farther to the playroom so he could arrive, prep in peace and play as long as we wanted.  He agreed.

Rudy arrived just after noon and headed to the shower.  I was more than ready to get into his hot ass once more…

 

Rudy tosses the bathrobe I’ve lent him onto the chair.  His eyes case the playroom—the sex furniture, the toys, the art and the mirrors covering the walls.  He grins and goes to his knees in front of the flattened fuck bench.  I get my cock out of the dirty yellow jock.  I am already hard in anticipation.  He takes me deep into his throat.  This is new.  He has upped his oral game—and it’s wonderful.  He does a repeated deep throating, before pulling off and concentrating on my balls.  He gets them very wet before swallowing me down once again.

I ask if he wants me to raise the middle section of the bench.  He does.  It takes no more than a minute to raise it to its usual position and he’s on it, showing off that glorious ass.  I kneel and begin to lick him open.  He is still moist from the shower and I love how it mats the hair in his ass before I really get it wet.  I begin a hard tongue fucking of his hole.  He groans—and I hear his poppers open.

I stand up and slide in.  I have always loved his ass.  He really knows how to work it for our mutual pleasure.  I begin a slow fuck.  He groans.  I speed up without really meaning to—my cock knows his hole and knows what he needs.  I pull out and move to his head.  He hungrily tastes his ass juices on my dick.  He is moaning happily.  I go back and lick his ass again after the first fuck.  He tastes delicious and his hole has changed in texture after fucking.  I can’t stop eating him out. 

“Fuck me, Daddy…”

I stand up and slide in again.  I fuck, harder now, and once again move so he can lick me clean.

Rudy’s hole is opening fast.  I grab the egg-headed dildo, my trusty toy for DP.  I grease and work it into him.  I add my cock—on top of the toy.  And fuck.  He’s now as tight as when we started.  He groans.  I switch so my cock is under the toy.  Now the base of the dildo is in my pubes.  It fucks into him right along with my cock.  I finally pull out.  I have him clean my cock yet again.

“I need to go upstairs a minute,” I tell him.  “Are you ok staying right there?”

He is.  I go up and find the devil’s dick in the freezer.  It has frozen into a hard lump of seed.  I take it, still taped to the cardboard stand, downstairs.  I grab a pair of scissors as I go. 

“I have a present for your ass,” I tell him.  I snip the condom below the knot.  I peel the latex off the iced cum.  “You ready?”

“Yes, Daddy…”

I press it against his hole.  His pucker swallows it easily.  “That’s three loads I got at the bookstore from two different men.”  Rudy groans.  “Two of them came from this younger guy I play with there a lot.  He always feeds his loads—even if I’m fucking him.”  Rudy reaches for his very hard cock and begins to stroke.  “The other is from a hot daddy who played with the two of us…” I stop talking, for my cock has entered Rudy again.  It loves the coolness of the trail of semen that melted on contact, but the head of my dick is now fucking into the still frozen nugget.  It slams into it with each stroke—making it melt even faster.

Rudy is groaning as he feels the temperature in his ass change yet again.  Hot to cool to hot once more.  I pick up the pace of the fuck.  The cum is now liquid—and my cock is gliding in and out of his ass.  So damn silky.  I can’t get enough. 

I finally stop and pull out.  My cock is coated with seed.  I bring it to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans me up, moaning while he does it in the back of his throat.   When there is nothing left on my dick, I go back to his ass and kneel.  There is a trickle of cum coming out of his ass.  I lick it up and burrow in.  Fuck, I love to rim a cummy hole.  Rudy groans.  I eventually tear myself away and fuck him again.  He cleans my cock voraciously when I’m done.  I want to eat his hole again—but I want him on the rim seat.

I pull it out and go under.  He sits and the seat spreads his hole.  I don’t expect there’s much left inside him.  My tongue pokes into his tender flesh—hard and demanding.  I am rewarded with a drop of the mixed seed.  I do it again.  Another drop.  Once more—fuck!  It’s a steady trickle of cum landing on my tongue.  Rudy groans.  I lap it up until there is nothing but a sheen of cum left on his hole…

*

Rudy is now in the sling.  I use the clear dildo with the black handle on him.  Then he asks for the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I fuck him with it in place.  After those two toys, I do some serious hand fisting.  Mostly with my left—but he takes my right as well.

After some time, I use the ecurve of the Seahorse to keep him stretched.  He loves it both ways:  curve up and curve down.  I am able to open hand him now.  I play a lot with his ‘second hole’ something I have never been able to do so consistently before.   He loves the gentle exploration and the mind fuck of how deep I am in his ass.

I move to the Sex Machine—the toy that looks like a robot’s dick.  I slather it with Crisco.  Rudy takes it easily now.   Another round of fists follows this—opening his hole to the max.

And it’s time to wrap things up.  “I still want you to fuck me.”

“I need to replace some of that cum in your ass…”

I wipe his ass down, getting rid of the Crisco caught in his ass hair.  I burrow in.  I often lose my erection when I am concentrating on fist.  But it’s back the moment my tongue pushes into his hairy hole.  Rudy takes his cock out of the jock pouch and begins jerking it to life.

I stand up and slide in.  His hole is so open now.  He is hard.  I touch his piss slit and am rewarded with a pearl of jizz.  I wipe it off with my index finger and bring it to my mouth.  He groans…and I keep thrusting.

Rudy makes an unintelligible sound.  He is shooting.  It pools on his abs.  I wipe it up with one hand and smear it on my cock.  I fuck it back into him—and I’m there, too.  Filling him up.  Emptying my balls.  Giving him more seed deep in his guts to travel home with him…

Finding Cum for Rudy

 Near Home—December, 2025

 

I was determined to find some seed to make a Devil’s Dick for Rudy, even though my Saturday night had been a bust, but really fun.  (See the last post.)  Sunday was about the holiday and family, but I was back in the bookstore on Monday afternoon.  I just needed a couple of guys to suck off; was that asking too much…???

 

I go through the door and into the darkened room.  There are maybe five men here.  Not one has his dick out.  I sit in my usual chair and haul out mine.  I get an appreciative stare, but no action.

I stroke. 

A man approaches.  He asks to suck my cock and I let him.  Who knows, he may jerk while he does it and I can get his seed.  He’s good.  Nothing exceptional, but a nice warm up.  But he’s not stroking.  He takes off when his knees tire.

My luck changes.  Cute College Kid walks in.  He’s all smiles when he sees me.  He sits in the chair next to me and is soon standing up and losing his pants.   He kneels and sucks my cock.  But not for long.  He’s not a fan of guys watching him do it, so me moves to the back corner, taking his clothes with him.  I follow and sit next to him.

CCK, naked from the waist down, stands up and feeds me his dick as I sit there.  He’s precumming like crazy.  Just as I think he might blow his first load, he pulls out of my mouth and turns around.  He grabs my head and pulls it into his hot ass.  I eat him out.  I can’t see it, but I can hear zippers going down around us.

Eventually, he sits down.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I suck his cock.  I lick his balls.  He pushes my head downwards, as he scootches down in the seat so I can get to his ass again.  I happily tongue fuck his hole.

A good-looking man, around my age, stands up and comes over.  He feeds CCK his dick as I keep eating his hole.  My cock wants to be inside him.  I push my huge flared head against his wet and slightly open pucker.  He squirms away and grabs my head and guides it back to his hole. I am more than happy to tongue fuck him again.  But not for long.  Suddenly, he stops sucking the guy and pulls me up to take his cock.  He spurts the second he’s in my mouth.  A huge load, like only the young can produce.  I don’t swallow.  I get up and go to the restroom.  I take out a condom from my pocket, tear it open and unroll it.  I drool the contents into it.  CCK’s cum fills the tip nicely.  I tuck the condom into my shirt pocket, with the opening hanging over the side, and go back.  CCK is on his phone—as always between loads.

I let another man suck me.  I stop him after a few minutes as he’s very toothy.  I don’t want to risk a nick with Rudy coming up to the playroom the next day. 

Cute College Kid looks up from his phone and right at me.  He scoots down in his seat, exposing his ass to the room.  “Lick me,” he mouths, no sound coming out.  I go over, sit and slide my legs under his chair.  It gets me down low enough to start licking his hole with ease.  At first, he makes a point of not touching his cock, but soon enough, he can’t help but jerk it.

I begin a true tongue fucking of his hot, lightly haired hole.  In moments, he is moaning.  Two minutes later, he guides my head up and to his dick.  He unloads onto my tongue.  It’s not as massive as the fist load, but a big one—especially for a second shooting inside fifteen minutes or so.

I do the restroom trip once more and drool his cum into the same condom.  I hold it up.  It looks fucking hot as it sways in the fluorescent light of the tiny room.  The entire head of the condom is now filled with cum and spit.  I tuck it away in my pocket.  Cute College Kid comes into the restroom as I leave.  He smiles, washes up and takes off.

I go back out.  I am happy with my cum haul, but I’d love one more.  I want to be able to tell Rudy about the men whose loads are melting in his guts. 

Some time during the second suck, the Voyeur has arrived.  He has donated a load in the past. I go to work on him, but he is not getting hard.  “I just shot,” he whispers in my ear.  “Let me watch you suck him.”  He jerks his thumb at the guy on his left.  It is the handsome man who was in Cute College Kid’s mouth while I was eating his ass the first time.  I move over one.  He’s happy to let me suck him.  It’s a big dick—a nice seven incher.  But not thick.  I can do all my tongue tricks with him.

“God, I need this,” he moans.  “I haven’t shot in a week.”

I re-double my efforts.  Suddenly he stops me.  My first thought is he wants me to quit, but no, he wants to get his pants down around his ankles so I can lick his oversized balls.  I do just that.  With pleasure.  I even lift them and lick down his perineum, as he raises his legs to let me.  I flirt with licking his ass.  And that does it.

“I’m gonna cum!”

His legs come down and my head comes up to swallow his cock.  He expands and really fills my mouth with his engorged cock head as cum begins pouring out of his dick.  He doesn’t spurt—it just comes out of his dick like a piss stream.  I have to work not to swallow any.  He fills my mouth.  I worry that I won’t be able to clean the last few drops off his piss slit, my mouth will be so full.   But I don’t have to worry.  I just keep him in my mouth until he’s so sensitive he pleads with me to let go.  I do.  Carefully.  Not spilling a drop.

I head to the restroom.  I drool his load into the same condom, mixing it with CCK’s offerings.  The three loads look more like five.  Perfect.

I go back out, but there is no one else likely to give me a donation.  And I don’t want to get off with Rudy coming up tomorrow.  I tie a knot in the condom and head home.  

Once in the kitchen I find some carboard in my recycling bin.  I cut a square and fold it in half so it can stand up.  I tape the condom to it, letting it hang down.  I tuck it into the freezer for tomorrow…