Back to My Old Tricks

 Near Home—May 2026

 

Rudy, the man I’d met when I used to visit my brother in New Jersey, was coming to visit his family once again in Indiana.  This time, he told me in a text, he was flying into Detroit and picking up his rental car.  He would be driving almost literally past my house on his was to see his folks.  Could he stop for some sling time?

Of course I said, ‘yes.’ 

Then he reminded me that he had been really turned on when I’d used a Devil’s Dick in his ass made from other men’s cum.  He would love more.

I had just done the same thing for Zane—so I saw no reason not to harvest a few more loads.  On the last Friday night of the month, I began the search…

 

It’s a warm night.  I park in the lot.  There are only a few cars here.  I was hoping for more.  I go in.  Three older men are here.  I don’t recognize any of them.  Incredibly, two of them are jerking their cocks.  I sit in my usual seat.  I pull out my dick and begin to get hard.

The man jerking the fastest is eyeing me.  But not with a “wow, I want that” look or even a “I bet he sucks cock” look.  He is scowling.  I finally figure out that he was the bigger cock here tonight until I showed up.

Suddenly he stands up.  He marches across the room and sits in a chair where no one in the room can see his dick.  He strokes.  Soon, he stands again and splatters the floor with his seed.  He doesn’t clean up; he just shoves his cock in his pants and leaves.

My attention is now on the man in darkest corner.  He can only see the straight video, but he is constantly sneaking looks at me.  I nod.  He nods.  No gesture to come get it or movement to come do me.

We stroke.

I look at the third man.  He is kneading his bulge through his khakis.  He glances occasionally at the bared cocks of the other men in the room.

There is movement in the corner.  He stands up and zips up and leaves.

I stroke.

Seven minutes later, the guy is back, smelling of cigarette smoke.   He sits in a new chair, but he doesn’t get his thin, curved dick back out.  He watches the video.  He doesn’t even touch his bulge.  After half an hour more of viewing, he leaves for good.

I look over at the remaining man.  He’s my age—but incredibly uneasy at being here.  Now that it’s just the two of us, he is even more restless in his seat.  Finally, he looks one last time at my hard cock, sighs, and leaves, shutting the door firmly behind him.

I sit alone for about 20 minutes.  The porn is decent—and I am sure someone else will arrive.

The door opens.  A man just a few years younger than myself comes in.  He looks familiar.  I place him—he’s the last man I sucked off the night I got eight loads in quick succession.  He looks at me, too.  Not quite sure if he knows me.  He sees my dick, remembers it, and smiles.  He takes out his cock.  He’d loved my mouth last time so I’m pretty sure I will soon have a load for Rudy’s ass.

We stroke.  He’s a really good-looking guy.  Just as I’m about to make my move, the door opens.

It’s another man in his late 50’s.  I don’t know him.  He sits right next to me.  I assume I’m going to get some head before I suck off the guy I recognize.

The guy sits.  He is wearing track shorts.  His hand rests on his crotch.  Then it disappears up the right leg of the shorts.  I watch the fabric move as he kneads himself with his hand out of sight.  Soon, he is uncomfortable.  He strips the shorts off, leaving them around his ankles.  He has a pair of old school white Jockey’s under them—and they are being pushed out of shape by his hard cock.  His hand now disappears under the waistband—stroking himself under the fabric.

The three of us stroke—watching each other, not the video.

The underwear hits the floor.  The guy does a hit of poppers.  He begins stroking his short, uncut cock in public.  Suddenly, he turns to me.  “Help a guy out?” he whispers.

I go to my knees.  He let’s go of his cock and I take every inch of him into my mouth.  He pants.  And takes another hit.  I will be getting a load really fast.  His precum is running like the proverbial faucet.  I work the foreskin off his glans with my tongue.  He squirms at the sensation.

“You’re gonna make me cum.  You want it?  Take my cum, man…”  the poppers are making him be very verbal.  But it’s an accurate play by play.  His cock head swells and leaks some more.  He thrust upwards into my mouth just once—and he’s spewing a thick load into my mouth.  I hold it there, resisting the urge to swallow.  I try to lick up the last drop but he won’t let me—he is shaking so with the orgasm.  I stand up and walk towards the gay screen, as if stretching my legs, but actually getting out of sight to drool his load into a condom.  It fills the head of the rubber nicely.  I tuck it into my pocket and go back to my seat.  The spent guy gives me a thumbs up and heads to the restroom—and then out the door.

I look at the guy I’d sucked a few months ago.

“I love watching you suck dick,” he murmurs.  “Ready for another load?”

I kneel in front of him.  His dick is bigger than average.  And tonight he wants me take him deep.  Repeatedly. 

He groans.

His cock swells.

“Here it comes…”

And boy, does it.  A huge load.  And I manage to save every drop—and to clean his dick.

“I hope to see you soon,” he smiles as he puts his cock away.  He goes out to his car while I drool the second load of the night into the same condom as the first…

*

The eight loads in quick succession story:  A Night to Remember

Eight Horny Men

 Near Home—May, 2026

 

After Zane’s visit, I didn’t need to play.  We’d had three sessions of hot, connected sex—and it was always satisfying.  But 48 hours after he left, I had to admit my balls needed release.  I went to my usual bookstore…

 

There are a number of cars parked in the lot.  I go into the dark room.  There are half a dozen men watching porn.  Only one is stroking—and he is flogging a sizable, uncut cock.  I sit next to him, as he’s in my usual seat.  I unzip and pull out my plumping cock.  I reach into my shirt pocket for my lube.  Fuck!  I didn’t bring it.  I am never without lube here.  After the obligatory circumcision for a white, 1950’s baby, I have very little extra skin when I’m hard.  I can rub raw easily, so I always have a sheen of lube on my cock.  I settle today for spit.  Constantly.

But I don’t have long to wait for a good mouth.  A white-haired gentleman, who I haven’t seen before, comes over.  He sucks the uncut guy and strokes me at the same time.  Then he reverses—I am in his mouth, and he uses his hand on the uncut guy.

The uncut guy is now hungry for dick himself.  He takes the place of the white-haired man and sucks me.  I like his mouth technique even more.  White Hair stands, groping his dick that refuses to harden, while watching me get serviced.

When Uncut finally goes back to his chair, White Hair is right there to suck him once again.  WH works hard and in moments gets the load. 

Our sex in front of the other men in the room has made every man there get his dick out.  I turn to one of the strokers and nod to him.  He nods back, taking his hand away from his cock.  It’s a plump one with a lot of foreskin.  I kneel and go to work.  I am surprised to find a leather cockring in place.  But it doesn’t slow his orgasm.  He is spurting into my mouth in less than five minutes.

I sit back down.  The youngest guy in the room comes over.  He is blond and carrying a little extra weight.  “You fuck?” he asks.

“I do, but I forgot my lube.  Do you have any?”

He shakes his head.  “Can I suck it?”

I nod and he kneels.  At first, he does a good job as he licks up and down the shaft and spends time on my balls.  Now he takes me truly into his mouth.  He teeth catch my flared helmet head almost every time.  I power through it at first, but finally I have to stop him.  The blond nods.  I am not the first man to tell him this.  He goes out the door.

I stroke.

With spit.  Mine and others.

An older gentleman comes over.  He’s watched it all, kneading his fairly lifeless cock.  Now he asks to suck me.  I nod.  He kneels, using the arms of my chair to help him get to the floor.  And he is horrible at it.  The blond was slightly toothy—this guy is nothing but.  I have to stop him.  He’s not happy.  He gets up and leaves the theatre.

I stroke.

The room has emptied but for the white-haired gentleman and myself.  He does another round on me.  I sigh, feeling good.

The door opens.  In comes Cute College Kid.  He comes right to us and sits on the other side of me.  He strips off his pants and shirt.  I always forget about his artistic tats—which make him even hotter.

He sucks me.  He is good as always, so hungry for my thick dick.  We reverse.  I suck him as White Hair fondles CCK’s balls.  Now the young man stands up, turns and offers me his ass.  Fuck!  Does he have lube?  Nope, but at least I can eat it.  He kneels on the chair as I kneel on the floor.  I devour his hole—tongue fucking him deep and hard.  He moans.  White Hair is fondling CCK’s cock as I eat him out.

When my knees tire, White Hair does a round of going back and forth between CCK’s cock and mine.  It’s hot—and all of us are panting.

“Suck my cock again,” the young man tells me.

I replace White Hair and suck him.  Almost instantly, he pulls me off his shaft and pushes me into his ball sack.  He is trying not to shoot, but he’s over the edge.  He gets his cock back in my mouth and I take all but for the first spurt, which White Hair swabs up with his fingers, licking them clean.

Cute College Kid is often good for two loads, but not today.  He grins, dresses and takes off.  I need to piss.  I go and do just that.  As I wash my hands, I notice someone has left a bottle of poppers on the sink.  (Another married man who can’t take it home!)  It’s barely been used.  I take it.  This might just help me get off.

I sit and take my dick out.

“Let me get that hard for you.”  White Hair and I are now alone in the room.  He kneels and sucks.  He is really good.  When is knees tire, I suggest I stand in front of him.  He likes this—and he likes it even more as I begin to fuck his face.  I am deeper than before in this throat and we are both loving it.  I uncap the bottle.  They are strong and new.  But it does just what I hoped.  I begin shooting into White Hair’s mouth.  I just can’t stop.  When there is no more cum, my cock still keeps contracting like there was more to give.  White Hair has to swallow fast to keep up.  For the first time, his cock gets hard as he swallows me down…

Not a bad day at all…even without lube!

Zane's Last Night: "I Really Want Your Cum!"

 My Playroom—May, 2026

Zane and I came home from the impromptu gangbang at the bookstore a little high with jizz joy.  We had expected a couple of guys to stick their dicks in his mouth as I fucked him, but we had lucked into the right crowd of men.  When we got home, I think I took a nap—and Zane went down to where he was sleeping in the playroom and may have done the same thing.

I made chicken stroganoff for dinner.  Zane showered right after I did the dishes.  I loved the idea that I was starting tonight with a fresh canvas…

 

We start on the bed, as before.  But tonight it feels more urgent.  He sucks my cock, licks my balls and my perineum.  I can’t wait: “Sit on my face.”  He grins and turns, settling his hairy crack down on my open mouth.  All that hair is still slightly damp.  I make it wet.  I tongue fuck him deeply.  I keep picturing all the men who shot up his hole this afternoon.  I can feel my cock dripping at the thought, but I won’t let him bend to suck it.  I want his full weight on my face.  I need to be as deep as possible in him.

I double tap his furry butt cheek and he gets up.  He cleans my dick of all the jizz drippings.  We kiss.  Without direction, he gets on the fuck bench.  The ass eating continues.  The first fuck.  Slow and deliberate—opening his hole for the night. The first ATM.  And a kiss afterword, tasting each other. Sharing.  Making our dicks drip even more.

I fuck him once more on the bench.  I let him clean my cock, but as he’s doing it, I unclip the wrist restraint from the sling.  When he comes up for air, expecting a kiss, I buckle the restraint on his left arm.    Now the right.  I do the same with his ankles.  I fuck him once more. 

I get him up.  I unbuckle the sling at the ass end and let it hang from the front chains.  I hang a chain from the center of the frame.  I attach his wrist to the links above him.  He stands there, hanging by his wrists, his feet on the floor and his butt jutting out at just the right angle.  I kneel and slurp the coconut oil out of his ass.  It’s already thickening and looks like cum dripping from his butt.  I feast on it before I stand up and fuck.  He feels terrific, as does the whole mind fuck of him hanging there.

I take him down and clip the sling back in place.  He gets in and I clip his ankles to the added chains still hanging from the frame, so his legs are vertical.  I let him keep his arms free.  For the first fuck.  So he can use poppers.  Then his hands are secured.  I fuck him, popper-less, and it makes his cock stand up.

I slow and pull out.  I eat him out again.  I come and kiss him.  I feed him his juices, then administer the brown bottle.  I cap it as I go back and fuck him.  His eyes are sometimes on me and sometimes on the mirror above, watching his talented ass get filled.

I slow down the fuck and pull out.  “Be right back.”

I go to the freezer and remove the other, bigger, load I’d collected for him.  I take it down.  The end of the condom bulges obscenely with that young guy’s semen.  I unwrap it.  I place it against his hole.  Zane shudders at the cold.  I push it in and he gasps.  It’s a fat chunk of frozen cum now melting in his ass.

“Fuck it deep,” he murmurs.

I do just that.  The cold on the tip of my cock is intense.  His ass is so hot, that it is melting fast.  I begin a slow fuck. We can both feel the delicious feeling lube coating his guts.  I pick up the pace.  There can’t be any left frozen, I think.  But there is—and as I go deeper into Zane, my cock finds it and delights in the coolness of the cum all over again.

I pull out and let him clean some off my cock.  Then the blindfold goes on.  I am all over his body with hands and mouth.  He can never be sure what I will touch or lick next.  His nipples.  His navel.  His mouth.  His cock.  All are fair game.  I settle down and felch out some of the cum load, thinking how hot it is that the cum had already been in my mouth once before.  The thought makes me fuck Zane harder.

I want my ass eaten.  Tonight I opt for the rim seat.  Zane gets under.  The moment I sit down his tongue is in me.  Deep.  And wet.  He makes the sexiest moans and murmurs as he eats me out.  I sigh—and stroke.

I get up.  The seat is low and my long legs are feeling it.  Zane wants more.  He hands me his bottle of poppers he’d tucked in his jock.  I take a hit and settle down.  Whatever his brand is, they do nothing for me.  But his tongue is working me hard.  And that’s what I want…

I get up again.  This time I raise the seat and tell him we will reverse.  He gets up.  He expects me to lie down, but instead, I tell him to get on the fuck bench.  “I want to eat a hole I’ve just fucked,” I say as I insert and begin a gentle in and out.  He groans.  I stop dead.  His eyes find mine in the mirror in front of us.  His eyes grow big as he feels piss filling his ass.  It’s not a lot—but all I can muster at the moment.  I pull out and lie down.  Zane settles down on the seat, which spreads his hole for my tongue.  I dive in.  I love the slight piss taste and the heady cum/coconut oil mix.  I work hard to get my piss back.  I would love it to run out of him.  Back I don’t get any.  Not even a drop.  

I finally come up for air.  Zane lends me a hand to pull me up and into a kiss.  Our tongues roam around in each other’s mouths.  It’s hot.  And real.  And connected.

We go back to the sling.  I need to breed.  This is the third time we’ve played—and I didn’t shoot during the first two.  Zane can tell by my face I am going to fill him with my cum.  His cock erects.  He jerks it in time to my fuck strokes.

“Give it to me,” he moans.

“You want my cum?  You’ve taken so much this weekend…”

“Please…I really want your cum inside me…”

This makes my cock swell.  I know he means it.  And I want my cum in him.  All night…

That thought, of him fingering his hole and tasting my jizz at some late hour of the night, pushes me over the edge.  I empty my balls into him.  I can’t stop shooting—I just hang onto the chains.  Zane begins milking my dick in his ass.  The contractions of his butt give him some extra jizz.

I collapse on his chest.  His arms go around me.

The perfect end to our long weekend.

Zane Loves Daddy Dick

 Jackson—May, 2026

 

When Zane and I first talked about him coming north for Memorial Day Weekend, he told me that he would love for me to take him to one of my sex venues so he could be used in front of other men.  I agreed and chose the venue with the slurp ramp and medical table.  Saturday afternoon seemed to always be busy there—and there was at least a chance that one of the men at that particular venue would want to fuck, not just do oral. 

The morning after our first session (detailed in the last post) I had breakfast while Zane had coffee.  I packed a lunch for the two of us as he got ready for a public fucking.  We drove east. 

“What’s the crowd like?” he asked.

“Mostly older men, but a few younger ones on somedays.”

The man half my age smiled.  “You know I love Daddies…”

We drove in silence.  Then…

“I would just love a cock in my mouth as you fuck me,” Zane admitted.

“I would love that, too.  But you just never know who’s gonna show up…”

We parked—there weren’t many cars out back.  I paid for our tickets and we went in, hoping for the best…

 

We go into the dark lounge.  I show Zane the layout of the place.  There seem to be a half dozen men here, but it’s hard to tell with the layout.  We both take a piss and I suggest the main area for some warm up head.  I sit and pull out my cock.  Zane goes to his knees and begins to suck me, giving my balls a lot of attention, too.  In moments, a daddy with a shaved head, a slight gut and a loud Hawaiian shirt, walks over to us.  He pulls out a short, but very hard cock.  I motion for Zane to service him.  Zane spins around and gives the guy head.  I watch the man’s face.  My boy is making me proud as the guy fights to control himself.  Another man my age comes to suck me as I continue to watch Zane blow the guy.

Hawaiian Shirt stops Zane.  I know that he doesn’t want to blow his load too fast.  As I’m being sucked, Zane takes the opportunity to strip naked but for socks and a jock.  My sucker soon tires—and Zane is back on my dick.  A tall, handsome Dad comes over to watch us.  He unzips and sticks his hardening cock in my mouth as he watches Zane do me.  Handsome guy plumps up to be a thick seven incher.

“You need to suck this man,” I tell Zane.

I get up, and Handsome Guy sits down as Zane, still on his knees, moves into place.  HG, loves Zane’s mouth as much as I do.  I stroke for a moment, then lube up and slide into Zane’s furry hole.  He sighs around the cock in his mouth and re-doubles his efforts.

“Damn, he’s good,” says Handsome Guy.

“You should try his ass,” I tell him.

He shakes his head.  Moments later he gets up—he doesn’t want to shoot yet.  Hawaiian Shirt is back so he sits in the chair and gets sucked as I continue to fuck. 

Handsome Guy has come back.  “Is it really ok for me to fuck your boy?”

“Please.  You can even load him.”

The switch goes off in this guy’s head.  Handsome Guy kneels.  My big cock pulls out and his slides in.  “Holy fuck!” the guy moans.  Zane must be squeezing down on him.  He begins to thrust.  “He feels so damn good.”  He picks up the speed of the fuck.  In moments he is shaking, his orgasm wracking his body.  He pulls out, thanking the two of us and unsteadily gets to his feet.  I push in and fuck in the guy’s load.

This is a little much for Hawaiian Shirt.  He gets up and leaves again.  I take the opportunity to pull out and have Zane clean the cum off my cock.  I go back in.  Another daddy, sits down to be serviced.  He isn’t big, but has a nice curve to his dick.

Hawaiian Shirt is back.  Curved Dick is a gentleman and lets the HS sit down for more head.  I lick Curved Dick for a moment as I continue to fuck.  I pull off him and say, “You should feel his ass.”

He nods.  I pull out of Zane.  Curved Dick kneels and slides in.  He begins to fuck. In less than three minutes, Zane has load number two in his ass.

Hawaiian Shirt has put on a glove.  He fingers Zane, bent over the table.  I go off to see who else is around.  Men are arriving all the time.  After my circuit, I sit down in the same chair and watch Zane be prodded.  Hawaiian Shirt takes a break.  A tall thin daddy with an uncut cock, is in the group of six or so men watching and stroking to us.  I tell Zane to go after Uncut.  He does—and he is led by Uncut to the sofa across the aisle from us.

I go over and offer Uncut lube.  He gladly takes some as I murmur:  “You might not need it; there are two loads inside him already.”

“I can shoot in him?” His eyes have gone big.

“Please.  It’s why we’re here.”

The guy moves behind Zane and pushes in.  Zane takes it with ease and the guy begins a slow fuck.  The grey-haired man who wears pink lingerie (who I have often fucked here) is rampant and pushes his cock into Zane’s mouth.  Once again, Zane has dick in both holes.  Uncut is speeding up.  I know it won’t be long.  I stand next to him and jerk.

“You want to fuck him?” Uncut asks.

“I want to fuck him, but in your load.”

That’s his trigger.  He begins spewing cum into Zane.  It’s his biggest load so far.  The guy is frothing the three loads as he keeps churning.  He pulls out, panting like he’s run a race.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  He is surprised—but pleased.  He stays to watch me lick up the cum flowing from Zane’s hole and as I spit it back on my dick to fuck it all back inside him.

It’s my turn to churn the cum.  He feels wonderfully full.  When I pull out, I’m covered.  Zane’s mouth is busy so I smear it onto my fingers and get it back inside him.

“I want to fuck the cumslut,” says Pink Lingerie.

I have never seen him top, but today he’s more than ready.  I move away and he slides into Zane.  At the same moment, the only young man in the group steps up and gives Zane his cock to suck.  This guy’s uncut, with a very generous foreskin.  Zane goes to work on him and is obviously milking Pink Lingerie.

“I can’t stand it,” PL pants.  “He feels so juicy…” and he adds load number four up Zane.

Once again, I fuck in all the loads.  It is such a treat.  Silky and warm.  And the mental fuck of it all is just as good.

An insistent older guy has replaced the young man in Zane’s mouth.  I go and find the young man.  I kneel and suck his cock.  The amount of foreskin is amazing.  I encourage him to fuck Zane.  But he shakes his head.  “Too many people…” he whispers.

I go back to Zane’s butt and fuck him again.  There are still men jerking to us—but no one else who wants physical contact.  Zane signals he needs to get up.  We embrace.  And kiss.  He licks some cum out of my beard.

“Be right back.”  He moves to a curtained cabana and goes in.  I wonder who he saw go in, but I take the time to sit back down in my original chair and take a long swig of water.  Zane is back faster than I expected.  He kisses me—and it’s a snowball of cum.  He’s sucked off the young man with the copious foreskin.

I get some on my fingers and add it to Zane’s ass.

“Now we can say five loads…” I grin.

We go back to the medical table.  I eat his over flowing hole.  I fuck him.  But not for long.  He’s feeling the workout he’s just had.

“And that bald guy kept fingering me—way too hard.” 

I am more than happy to save my load for the playroom tonight…

Loading Zane's Furry Butt in the Playroom

 

My Playroom—May, 2026

 

Zane was due in on the Friday evening of Memorial Day weekend—and I was really looking forward to seeing him.  We don’t see each other often but we always have a great connection.

 I met him quite a few years ago at a CumUnion party in Chicago.  We hit it off instantly and fucked the night away before exchanging contact information.  He invited me to sex parties at his house in the city.  I invited him to the playroom when he could get away.  A few years ago, he moved to a southern state to help take care of an ailing parent.  He stopped to visit on his way south.  The last time we met, I traveled to southern Indiana so we could meet halfway.

This time he wanted to come to the playroom—not just have the sling in a motel room.  I made a casserole that could stay in the oven in case he was delayed—but he showed up very close to the projected time.  And there he was in my doorway.  The cute young man (Zane is half my age), who used to be rather cubbish, has matured.  He has found a rigorous form of exercise as a stress reliever for his family situation.  He has put on muscle in all the right places and has lost his once beloved beard.  He has, in his early 30’s, made the transition from cute to handsome.  I swear my cock drooled as we hugged.

We ate, he cleaned up and we went down to the playroom…

 

I lie on the bed.  Zane, in nothing but a jock and socks, crawls between my splayed legs.  He licks my stained jock, moaning softly in the back of his throat.  He works up my body, licking all the way, until we kiss.  He breaks it to nuzzle in my right arm pit.  He brings my scent back to my mouth and the kiss becomes deeper.  I pull him up slightly so I can lick his arm pit. He’s showered, but I can still taste him.  We kiss once again.  Deeply.

Zane works back down my body.  He licks my jock again.  The pouch of this jock is stretched from constant wear.  He can easily work it off my balls with his tongue.  He licks my nuts tenderly, bathing them in his spittle.  He comes up to kiss me once more, so I can share the taste of my slightly sweaty balls.

Finally, he pulls out my cock and deep throats it.  I gasp.  I am lodged deeply inside him and it feels wonderful.  His throat muscles send ripples of pleasure through me.  Now, he comes up and his tongue invades my piss slit.  I am dripping precum.  He collects it on his tongue and shares it with me once again in a kiss.  This makes both of us grind against each other.

“I need to eat your ass…”

Zane grins, turns and sits on my face.  I am engulfed by one of the hairiest asses I know.  My tongue finds his hole and begins exploring.  He leans down and feasts on my dripping cock as I do it.  I slobber all over him—getting him ready for my dick.

We move to the fuck bench.  I raise the middle section, as he likes the support. Zane clambers up on it, all but shaking that hairy ass at me.  I kneel and dive in again.  I pull his cheeks apart and ream him deeply.  Zane pants and I hear the poppers open.  When the cap goes back on, I stand up and slide my coconut oiled cock into him.  The moment I am all the way in he begins milking me with his ass muscles.  I stand there for a long moment before I begin a slow fuck.  It rapidly builds until I am slamming into him.  Zane looks up at the mirror in front of me so he can see his daddy using his hole.  Then he turns to the side mirror, so he can actually see my cock slide into him.

I pull out, bringing my wet cock to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans me up.  I stoop and we kiss once again.  Then it’s back to his ass.  Another fuck.  Another clean.  Another kiss…

We move to the sling.  He hops in and finds the stirrups before I can help him.  I eat his hole in this new position.  Coconut oil is oozing out of him.  I lick it up and drool some down back onto my cock.  I stand up and fuck.  I love to see his expressive face as I plow into him.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.

I fuck him a long time, before excusing myself.  I run up to the freezer and bring down the first load I got from the bookstore.  I have snipped the condom off the cardboard just below the knot.  Now I roll the latex off the nugget of frozen cum.  It easily slides into Zane as he moans.  I add my cock, pushing the devil’s dick deeper into him.  Already it’s melting on my dick.  I begin a slow fuck, luxuriating in the slickness of some stranger’s cum.  I pick up the speed.  My balls are slapping his ass, I am fucking him so hard.

I pull out, and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  He pulls himself to the side of the sling and cleans me.  Reveling in the load.  He doesn’t swallow; he motions me down to share it with me.  We snowball it back and forth.  I end up keeping it—and take it back to his ass, working it into him with my tongue.

I fuck the cum into him.  When I pull out this time, there is barely any on my dick, but I take it to his mouth.  He cleans me up—and this time he swallows.  I go back and fuck him.  Hard and fast.  Zane grabs his cock and shoots all over his pubes and abs.  I mop it up with my fingers and coat my cock with it, fucking his own load into his guts.

“Can you keep going?”

“I’m good for at least two…”

And I keep on fucking his load into him…

*

We take a break.  Zane wants to eat my ass.  I choose the sling.  I get in and hook my legs behind me, jutting my butt at a great angle for him to chow down.  He does—making sure to come kiss me when he’s done.

I return the rimming favor but choose to eat him out on the rimseat.  I can taste a sheen of cum on his ass lips, but not a drop comes out of him.

We go back to the sling.

I fuck.  He asks for the blindfold.  I take it off the sling stand where it hangs and fit it over his eyes.  I eat him out for the gazillionth time.  He moans—the feeling heightened by the loss of sight.  I tease his hole with my wet cockhead.  I enter him.  I fuck.  Slowly.  His cock erects again.  I pause and bend over, taking it in my mouth.  He squirms.  I drool his juices on my cock and fuck it into him again.

I pick up the pace.  Slowly.  Steadily.  Until I am banging him in a chain rattling frenzy.  Zane touches his dick—and it explodes.  All over him.  I slow down.  I mop it up with my hand, smear my cock with his jizz and fuck it into him. 

But he needs to stop.  He is feeling a little tender. 

I am glad to save my load for Saturday—as we have big plans…

 

Next Time:  Zane and I go to the sex club…

Harvesting Cum for Zane's Ass, Part Two

 Near Home—May, 2026

 

I was not satisfied with only getting one load for Zach’s ass on my Monday trip to the local adult bookstore.  The logical thing to do was haul out my cock and jerk.  But that idea just didn’t appeal to me.  I liked the challenge of the chase.

I went back on Wednesday afternoon…

 

There are a decent number of cars in the parking lot.  I go into the dark room on this warm day.  The couple, Shaved Head and Shy One, are here.  SH is busy sucking cock as SO observes.  I sit down and Shaved Head finishes up with the guy.  He comes over to me and gives me great warm-up head.  Even better, the moment he gets up, Shy One, who doesn’t suck me nearly as often, gets up and gives me the pleasure of his mouth.  I sigh.  It’s great. 

But not what I came for…

When Shy One gets up, the two of them go home.  I case who is left in the room.  There is an older man near the gay screen—the one Shaved Head was sucking as I arrived.  There is a young man near him, opening jerking to both videos, turning his head constantly to keep up with both.  Near him is a larger guy, currently absorbed in his phone.  There is also a man I recognize as guy who never plays at all.

I focus on the jacker.  Just as I’m about to get up, the older man near the gay screen gets up and pointedly looks at the jacker for a long moment.  Then the guy heads to the restroom.  The young man follows him.  I sigh.  I’m going to lose out—and I won’t even get the cold comfort of watching it happen.

But I’m proved wrong.  The young man comes back after a few minutes, sitting in the same chair.  This time we make eye contact.  He nods.  I nod.  I get up and go over.  I kneel and take his very average, but very wet and slick, cock into my mouth.  He sighs and closes his eyes, leaning back in the chair.  I go to work.  I pull out all the tricks I know.  He appreciates them, but he’s not going to get off.

I move to his balls, which are hairy and plump.  He gasps and begins stroking his cock as I lick them.  I cover his hairy sack with saliva, lifting them to get under them, too.  Now, I suck them individually into my mouth.  This increases the pumping of his hand and his heavy breathing.

Eventually, I work my way up the shaft to replace his palm.  I can feel the sexual tension diminish.  This guy jerks so much, I think, that a mouth, while feeling good, will likely not get him off. 

I go back to his balls so he can jerk.  He does.  He’s back to being very excited, his cock dripping.  I pull off his balls and take just his cock head in my mouth.  He stops jerking, but I indicate for his to continue.  He loves this.  My tongue is all over his piss slit and he has the pressure of his hand giving him the familiar response.  We do this for a long time—but it works.

“I…I’m going to shoot.  You want it?”

I don’t move.  He increases his fist action and begins firing onto my tongue.  He let’s go and let’s me take him totally into my mouth.  He is still spewing seed.  I can’t believe how much semen is filling my mouth.  And it’s still coming.  He finally slows and squeezes my shoulder as I pull off his wilting dick.

I make for the restroom so no one sees me drool the huge load into a Magnum.  He’s gone by the time I return.

The bigger guy near him, had put down his phone the moment I started sucking the young man.  He had jerked his dick along with us.  He is still stroking as I come back from the restroom.  I kneel in front of him and take over.  He groans.  It’s a very short cock, but thick.  And his balls are massive, in a very hairy sack.  My tongue begins to lap them.

“You ever give a guy a ride on that dick of yours?”

I look up.  “Sure.”

He pats the empty seat beside him.  I get up and sit in it.  He stands and begins to try to sit on me. “You gotta let me lube it,” I tell him.  Reluctantly, he let’s me.  Then he sits.  It’s not the perfect angle, but it feels good.  He bounces a little, using his hand on the arms of the chair for leverage.  He goes deeper.  He groans.

And in moments—he is drooling out his load all over the linoleum.  Fuck!  I should have known.  Another lost load.

I need to clean up a little after he pulls off me, as I went deeper than he planned for.

I come back.  He’s gone. 

The one man left in the theatre is the man I know doesn’t play. 

I wait a little, but the door never opens. 

I head home.  I tape the knotted condom next to the first one on a piece of folded cardboard, so they will hang, allowing the cum to pool in the head of the latex.  I put them back in the freezer.

Zane will be here in a day and a half.  I can’t wait to slide the frozen loads into his hairy hole…

Harvesting Cum for Zane's Ass

 Near Home—May, 2026

 

It was the middle of May and my decision to not attend IML this year was making me depressed.  It was a logical decision, with my current workload and a hospitalized relative, but it didn’t make it easier.

Then I got a text.  Zane, the scent pig I had met in Chicago, wanted a holiday from his family (where he was acting as care giver.)  Would I like him to come to the playroom for half the weekend?

His timing worked perfectly with what little free time I would have.  I told him yes.  And then, to make things even easier, I got a text telling me my relative was declared recovered enough to go home.  No more hospital visits.  Perfect.

Zane was due to arrive late Friday.  On the Monday before I woke up with an idea.  Zane was a cum pig—and I could only give him so much during his stay here.  I resolved to go to the bookstore and harvest some loads for our playtime…

 

It’s a rainy afternoon.  I am surprised the parking lot has quite a few cars in it.  I go into the dark theatre.  My chair is available and I sit, unzip and get myself hard.  There is a blowjob happening in the back corner—a good looking guy in his forties is blowing a handsome young man.  The sight helps me get stiffen up.

Suddenly, an older guy is standing to my side, shaking his thick dick at me.  I turn and he pushes it into my mouth.  A young Black man gets up and comes closer.  He is jerking his dick as he watches the two blowjobs in progress.  Now, he is knocking my hand away from my cock and is stroking my big dick.  I am surprised—but pleased.

Slightly behind me, I hear the cocksucker take the load.  This makes the guy playing with my dick go watch them.  It also makes the man in my mouth pant—as his dick wilts.  He pulls out of me, acting like he’s just cum.  Did I give him a dry orgasm?  Nice, but that doesn’t help fill the condom in my pocket. 

An older man with a very full beard comes over.  I know him from here.  And I love his mouth.  He settles down between my spread legs and goes to work.  He is the guy who uses that beard as a sensual tool.  It rubs my balls as he sucks.  He dries my cock with it after he has slobbered all over me.  This tongue and beard are all over my crotch.

A roll of thunder outside reverberates through our small space.  The pounding rain increases.

The Voyeur comes in.  He watches me getting head.  I nod to him, hoping he’ll give me his cock to suck—but he chooses the good-looking sucker slightly behind me.  I look down at my bearded cock sucker.  The Black guy is there behind him, feeling up his ass.  I am pretty sure the bearded guy is oral only—and moments later he tells the guy wanting to finger his hole that fact.  I close my eyes and enjoy the tongue, spit and beard of my sucker.

I open them when the Voyeur climaxes.  Damn.  That’s two loads the other guy has gotten.  At the same time, my sucker has been on his knees too long.  He gets up, thanking me, and sitting in the adjacent chair.  Another older man takes his place.  He’s good, too—and the top guy is back, feeling up the new sucker’s ass.  This time the sucker just shakes his head to the probing finger.

More men come into the room.  One is the man I’ve played with here for as long as I’ve been coming.  I am surprised he doesn’t stand up to feed me, as he often does.  Then I realize the Black guy has clocked him and is going to get an ass to fuck after all.

The Voyeur sits and works his phone.  The other cocksucker and I watch my theatre acquaintance get his ass plowed, while I still have a mouth on my dick.  Soon, this sucker tires too.

As the guy fucking climaxes, the door opens.  It is a guy I used to see here quite regularly. He’s handsome and gives the most pedestrian head imaginable:  just the head in his mouth and the shaft slightly stroked with his hand.  He comes over and kneels—and does just that.  For about 15 minutes. When I can’t take any more, I thank him, telling I need to go piss, though I don’t need to go.  I do walk into the restroom and rinse my cock of the massive amounts of spittle left on it.

I go out, wondering why the cocksucker, who has gotten the two loads, hasn’t made a play for me.  I sit in a new chair nearer to him.  That does the trick.  He’s on me, moments later.  I instantly can tell why he’s made the two men in his mouth today shoot.  He’s really good at what he does.  I groan, lean back and let him work on me.  For the first time in his sucking this afternoon, he pulls out his dick and beats it as he sucks me down.

Eventually, his knees tire.  He sits down again, grinning.  I kneel in front of him and suck his substantial cock before it gets tucked away.  He moans his appreciation at reciprocal head.  His cock is drooling heavily, but I can feel he’s not as hard now, without a dick in his mouth.

I stand up.  I begin face fucking him.  Instantly he is hard and his hand is beating his cock like crazy.  I can feel his breathing change.  I know he’s going to shoot.  I pull out, kneel and take his cock into my mouth just as he begins shooting a substantial, built-up load.  He’s surprised but pleased.  He let’s me work his dick to get every drop, just as he’d done to the men he did earlier.

I stand up, forcing myself not to swallow his cum.  He goes to wash up and I step into the corner.  I open a condom and drool the load into it.  I tie a knot in it so as not to lose any.

The place is all but deserted.  I head home to get the cum frozen and ready for Zane’s furry ass…