The Big Toys Come Out for SJ.

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

SJ, who I’d first met at the group sex parties to the north of me, had lately found his way to my playroom.  We were both ready for another round of fuck and fist.  We made that happen in the middle of the month, once he returned from a trip.

He showed up eager to please and down we went to the playroom…

 

SJ, naked but for a jock and socks, sits on the bed.  His eyes are on the bulge in my own jock.  I move forward.  He mouths the fabric for a moment, before pulling it aside.  His tongue finds my balls.  He licks them, making soft, hot sounds as he goes.  Soon, I am buried deep in his throat.  He keeps me there—and then pulls off me fast, panting and sucking in air.  It feels great and I tell him so—which makes him do it again and again.

I can’t wait to eat his ass.  He gets on the flattened fuck bench, presenting it to me.  I kneel and my tongue instantly finds his ruined pucker.  SJ has ass lips that just beg to be sucked.  I can’t stop.  As much as I want to fuck, I keep suckling them—making them even bigger.  I smear coconut oil on my cock and stand up, pulling myself away from his now slightly gaping pucker.  I push in.  He pushes back to meet my thrust, our eyes meeting in the mirror in front of us.  I hold a moment—and then begin the first fuck.  Slow.  Opening his hole. 

I luxuriate in his heat and wetness.  I speed up.  Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it.  The sound of my hips slapping his ass fills the room.  I want to go even deeper, so I put my left foot up on the bench next to him.  SJ groans as my cock pumps into new territory.

“Damn, I needed this…” he grunts out.

I keep fucking, slamming my hips against his cheeks.   I pull out and take my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me of his ass juices, the lube and my own precum.  He moans at the heady mix of flavors.  I go back to his ass, kneel and taste it all myself.  My rampant cock is begging for round two.  I stand up and fuck him once again. 

I want more in his ass.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb. The toy is cooler than his body temperature.  I dunk it in the oil and smear it around the stainless-steel head of the toy.  It glides into his ass.  My cock follows.  I fuck into the head of the toy, moving it deeper into SJ.  More and more, until it’s right where I want it.  I smash into it with each stroke and groan out my satisfaction.

I pull it out and fuck him with just me.   Then I use the clear dildo with the black handle.  He loves the swell of this simple toy.  I work it in and out repeatedly.  Then do the same with my cock.

We switch to the sling.  His legs find the stirrups the moment he lies back.  I eat his used hole, then go back to the BBB.  Now my cock, the toy in one hand.  Now I alternate the metal toy and my dick.  Then together inside him once more.

We start moving through the array of toys.  SJ, like everyone else, loves the curves and bumps of the Seahorse.  He takes almost all of it with the curve going up.  He gets every inch of it inside of him when the curve is going down.  I try again with it up—and he takes it all.

The thick black butt plug is greased and stretches him.  Once in place, I use the BBB to beat on the end of it.  He shivers in pleasure as the toy vibrates in him.  I move on to the bigger two-tiered butt plug.  He takes it as easily as the smaller one.

I grease up my left hand.  It goes smoothly into his hole.  Keeping it in place, I stand up.  I pull out slightly, giving my hard cock room to slide in with my fist.  I fuck through my fingers, making SJ groan.

I pull out.  I rotate between my cock and my left hand.  I finally grab the long black toy with three bulges in its shaft.  He takes two them.  After my next round of fisting, he takes it all.

I take a small break and drink my tea.  I grab the chain with the medium sized links.   Just hearing it clink, makes SJ shiver in anticipation.  I grease it thoroughly and work it into him link by link.  He takes it all but the last three that I deliberately don’t put in him.  He takes a hit of poppers—and I begin the slow pull out.  Link after link emerges from his ass—pushing those hot ass lip out each time.  It gains momentum when most of it is out of him and the last few links comes out in a rush.

“Do it again!”

I do, slowly working each link into his hole.  Once all but the three links are in him, I leave it there for a moment so he can really feel the weight of it in his gut.  He takes the hit—and I begin to pull it out.  Slowly.  Letting the links emerge one by one until the last six inches comes out all-together.

I settle down for more true fisting.  My left works in.  I alternate it with my right.  Each time, I work it into him while I am on my knees and then stand up when I go a little deeper or want to rotate my hand inside him.  Now I do the right hand.  The way his canal goes, my left is a better fit.  I go back to it.  I stand up.  I want to go deeper.  I barely move, but he shudders as if I am pushing hard. I go an extra quarter of an inch.  Now half.  His breathing changes to a fast pant.  My middle finger is touching the bend—his second hole.  The look on his face tells me just how good this makes him feel.  He can’t articulate words so he just babbles out his pleasure.

I slowly pull out.  I re-grease and do it again.  I go just as deep sending him once again into his own private orbit.

We take a breather.  I go over and get the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a robot’s penis.  After all this play, he takes it with ease.  He loves the shape of it, with its triangular shaft.  He takes it almost to the base.   

I pull out the biggest toy, the Cutler X.  He takes about half of it.

“Do you want to ride it?”

He loves this idea.  I help him out of the sling.  I place the toy on the fuck bench.  I hold onto it at the base.  He stands on the floor, his ass positioned above the toy.  He lowers himself onto it.  He takes half.  Now a little more as he begins to bounce on it.  Soon, he is truly riding it.   He grunts every time the massive toy fills him up.

He pulls off it.  We hug.  I ask how his hole feels.

“Wonderful.  But I think that’s it for today.”  He looks at the toy on the bench and then at all the toys scattered on the towel under the sling.  “I took all those?”

“You did.  Repeatedly. And my hands, of course.”

SJ grabs my left hand—giving it a squeeze as he sighs in contentment…

The Curve

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

I had so much fun with the surprise threeway (see the last post) that I returned to the bookstore the next night.  It was a very quiet Saturday night—but not without some simple pleasures…

 

There are two men in the room when I walk in.  A young Black man is on his phone.  He never looks at anyone in the room or at the porn on either screen.  There is also a mousy white guy, around 45, who is looking intently at the straight porn, but never makes any kind of move to show he’s enjoying it—not a smile, not a squeeze to his crotch. Nothing.

I sit in my regular chair and haul out my cock.  I am ignored by both men.  I happily stroke—waiting for more people to arrive.  In 15 minutes or so, the phone guy makes a connection and takes off, leaving the two of us.  The other guy lasts another 20 minutes or so.  He has never glanced at me—or still not shown any signs of enjoyment.  When the straight video ends, he stands up and leaves.

I am alone.

I keep hearing the bell on the main door going off as customers enter the store.  But they must be people buying sex toys, lubes and poppers, for no one comes into the theatre.

I stroke to the new video. 

I think about what I could be doing at home—things like organizing my books…

The door opens.  A white guy in his 50’s comes in.  He has maintained himself really well.  He is likely 5’10” and solid.  With all the seats available, he sits next to me.  The moment he sits he unbuckles his belt.  His right hand slides in under the waist band and down to his crotch.  He kneads his cock mound.

“That’s better,” he says, not even trying to whisper.

I stroke.  He kneads.

Soon, he unzips his pants.  He stands up and lets them fall to his ankles.  His hand is now under his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

I stroke.  He kneads.

This straight video is all super hung Black men ravaging white women in the ass.  But it is surprisingly varied—and hot.

I stroke.  He kneads.

Suddenly, his left hand is on my dick, replacing mine.  He jerks me—not too roughly, not too tight.

“Gorgeous,” he says—looking at his hand as it manipulates my cock.  I sigh, welcoming the touch of someone other myself.  In moments, he’s on his knees and blowing me.  He’s good.  He gets me very wet.  His tongue is all over me, including my balls.  When his knees tire, he gets back in his chair. 

He finally pulls down his underwear.  It’s a nice seven incher with a slight curve.  It gets quite thick at the base.

“My turn?” I ask.

He nods.

I go to my knees and do all the things to him that he just did to me.  He occasionally makes hot, soft moans that make me work harder.  He’s no minute man.  I work on him for a good ten minutes, before I sit back down to rest my knees.

We stroke.

He does another round on me.

I do another round on him.  This time I get more precum.

We stroke.

The next time he’s on his knees, he licks my balls more than my cock.  My moans tell him he’s doing the right thing.  He is aware I’m precumming, too.  His index finger will swipe it off and deliver it to his mouth—or to smear it on my wet nut sack.

When he sits back down, I do to him what he did to me.  His nuts are bigger than mine—and certainly hairier.  I lazily jerk his cock as I suckle each testicle into my mouth.  My tongue is all over one and then the other—and back again.

“Keep that up and I’ll shoot…”

I pull off him.  “Are you ready to?”

“I want one more turn on your cock…”

We shift around.  He sucks me in earnest now.  I really want to cum for him but I can’t quite get there.  When his knees are screaming, he gives up and sits.  I go to the floor.  I lick his sticky cock head.  I take him down my throat, really stretching my mouth open for the girth of his base.

“I’m so damn close,” he whispers.

I work back up his shaft and concentrate on his head.  He is drooling precum now non-stop.  I lick it up before I deep throat him once more.  That does it.  He begins firing a massive load into my mouth.  It goes on and on.  I can actually feel his balls contracting as he fires into me.

He moans and squeezes my shoulder.  I sit back down and offer him a napkin.  He dabs at his cock—and realizes that there is no stray cum.  He stands up, pulls up his pants and zips them shut.

“Now that was fun.”

He goes out the door. 

I may not have shot, but I feel very satisfied…

The Cum Thief and a Surprise Threeway

 Near Home—August, 2026

 

A few days after the visit from the Mystery Man I went to the local bookstore.  I had not shot my load with him that the day in the playroom—and I really wanted to lighten my balls.  It proved to be an active Friday night…

 

I go in and sit in my usual chair.  A young man in his middle 30’s is in the dark corner.  He nods to me and keeps on kneading the mound in his jeans.  On the side wall sits a lithe man who is totally naked and jerking his dick.  He has shoulder length blond hair that he keeps sweeping out of the way of his face with his other hand.  I pull out my cock and quickly get hard.

The long-haired guy gets up and comes over.  He sits between me and the guy in the corner.  He nods to me—and I realize it is Road Worker.  He has let his hair get so long I didn’t recognize him.  RW has brought his T-shirt with him.  He proceeds to tie it over his eyes.  His hands stay off his erect dick as he waits for one of us to suck him off.

I get to my knees first.  Road Worker groans, as I take his dick into my throat.  I realize that he is already on the edge.  My tongue is all over him, swabbing up his precum.

“Oh, shit….” he moans.  And his dick head begins to swell.   He’s ready to erupt.  The feeling is so intense the he pulls me off his dick.  I want the reward and try to get back on it but he holds me off.  Instead, the guy in the corner leans in and takes the load—making Road Worker let go of me and try to get him off.  But it’s too late.  RW spasms in his chair as the guy obviously is cleaning off his spent dick.

When the guy finally gets off Road Worker’s cock, RW grins his crooked grin, grabs his clothes and goes to the rest room to wash and dress.  The guy in the corner nods to me—and takes his cock out.  We stroke in silence to the straight porn.

Eventually we chat.  He asks about couples coming here.  He’d seen a post that one was coming.  I tell him that they do, but it’s a rare thing anymore.

The door is buzzed open and a new guy walks in.  A young dad type.  He sits on the short wall where he can only see the straight porn.  When he sees we have our cocks out, he pulls out his own.  He’s nicely hung, without being huge.  He seems to be watching me as much as the screen.  Finally, I get the nod.  I stand up—and the guy in the corner is on the floor sucking him before I can get there.  I sit back down and watch.  He makes short work of this guy.  He cums in under five minutes and leaves.

The sucker goes back to his corner.  For all his cock hunger, he seemingly does not care about mine.

The door sounds again and two men walk in.  One is the man I’ve known from this place for years.  He smiles and nods.  The other is a beefy guy I’ve never seen.  My acquaintance sits near the gay screen—after stripping naked but for socks.  In moments, the beefy guy is on his knees, sucking my naked friend.

“Join us,” he whispers—just loud enough for me to hear.

I get up and stand to the side.  I feed my cock to my naked acquaintance.  You can tell he loves sucking me as much as he is loves being sucked.  And with my cock in his mouth, he is not doing poppers—so he stays hard for the guy sucking him.   I mostly stay still and let him work on me, but occasionally I will grab his ears and fuck his face.

We break when the beefy guy needs to stand up.

“Are you up for a fuck?”

I nod.  The naked man, feet on the floor, leans into a chair.  I lick his hole only long enough to lube up my dick at the same time.  I stand and slide in.  Beefy guy has unzipped and is stroking.  As I begin to fuck, he puts his dick into the naked man’s mouth—and once again he is being worked on by two men at once.  He groans around the cock in his mouth.  It’s a sexy enough sound to have the guy from the corner come check out what we’re doing out of his line of sight.  He watches me fuck for a bit—and then leaves the room.

I only stop when Naked Man needs a rest.  Beefy guy comes right over to me and cleans my cock, straight out of Naked Man’s ass.  I smile—he’s more pervy than I had guessed.

“My turn?’  Beefy Guy gets up and drops his pants.  He has a full, and very hairy, butt.  He bends in the same position.  I kneel and eat his hole for a bit making him moan.  My naked acquaintance sits and strokes to the live sex in front of him.  I stand up and slide in.  This guy is tight.  I really enjoy the contrast between their two asses.  I work up from a languid in and out to a really hard driving fuck.  He groans—and beats his cock.

I fuck him until he asks for a break.  We all need it.  I sit and watch the porn—but soon, beefy guy is on his knees and sucking my cock.  Naked Man comes over and gives me his cock to suck.  He starts out very hard, but his poppers come out and soon it is a wet noodle.

Beefy guy gets up.  He wants to sit on my cock.  I stop him from just using his saliva and add more lube.  Now, he settles down onto my dick.  Naked Man backs off to get a better view, kneading his limp dick.

“You can shoot up my ass if you want to, but I’d really love your load in my mouth.”

The choice makes me harder.  He is really pumping my dick.  His hands are on the arms of my chair and he uses them to help raise and lower his larger frame up and down on my hard cock.

“You are getting me really close…” I mutter.

His ass squeezes me once more.  I groan.

“You close?”

“Yeah…”  I begin to pant.  His butt is driving me crazy.  He smashes down on me, harder than before.

“Cum for me!” he pleads.

I am over the edge.  I can feel the cum leaving my balls and starting up the length of my cock.  At that moment, he pulls off me, leaving my dick in the cold air.  But just for a moment.  He spins around, surprising agile, and envelops me in his mouth.  He catches the first spurt…and all the rest that follow…

Mystery Man From FetLife Opens Up

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

I was hearing from a number of tentative men after I re-joined FetLife.  Many talked to me online for a number of days before disappearing into the ether.  They told me of their fantasies and graphically told me what I should do to them.  I could quickly tell which men were merely daydreaming at the keyboard—which was most of them. 

But not all.  A single gentleman, just a few years younger than myself, took a more measured approach.  He told me he was bisexual and had a girlfriend.  He hoped I could help him explore his need for things in his ass.  He was not on PrEP, so condoms would be needed.  He loved the pictures of the playroom on my profile—especially the rack filled with toys.

He struck me as someone who would likely follow through.  Perhaps with the exception that he would not tell me his first name.  But his desire for anal sex overrode his shyness and he made it to the house one afternoon, early in the month…

 

The Mystery Man is standing in the doorway of the playroom.  His mouth is open.  “It’s like a wonderland,” he murmurs before starting to strip.  He is in his early 60’s, in decent shape, with only a little extra weight.  He is good looking with hair going gray in all the right places. 

I go through the things we’d talked about once more:

I would not restrain him until he was comfortable with me.

Latex would be worn for all fucking, but not for oral sex.

I would never blindfold him on this first meet.

That we’d use the traffic light system for a safe word:  Red—stop, Yellow—slow down, Green—go for it.

Once he’s naked, but for a brand-new very white jock, he sits on the bed.  His eyes are on the ankle restraints hanging on the sling. 

“You want to wear these, don’t you?”

He nods.   “Let’s get them on you—I won’t use them, just wear them.”

“Yes, Sir.  Please.” 

I fasten the wrist and ankle restraints on him.  He shivers.

I take my cock out of the pouch and stroke it to hardness.  I move closer to him.  “Suck my dick…”

He ovals and tries.  He’s all teeth and I pull out before there is damage.  Instead, I get him on all fours on the padded fuck bench, still in its flat position.  As I kneel, I realize that I hadn’t cleared rimming with him.  Well, it’s oral…and my tongue finds his hole.  His groan is explosive.  And it doesn’t stop as I explore his ass.  I am using regular lube today, as coconut oil and latex don’t mix.  I grease myself up.  It feels like I’m back in the 1990’s again as I roll on the condom with my tongue never leaving his hole.  I stand up.  I make sure he’s looking in the mirror and can see that the latex is on.  I push into him.

His hole opens more easily than I expect.  I’m pleased I don’t have to fight my way into his butt.  I hold for a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He responds vocally.  As I keep up the in and out, his hole begins to squeeze.  I speed up.  He gasps again.  I slap his left cheek and fuck him hard.  I slow and pull out.  No ATM today.  I grease up again and fuck him once more.

We move to the sling.  I finger his hole a little as I talk about the speculum.  He is eager to try it.  I slide it in and begin the slow crank open.  He takes it, moaning out his pleasure.  I suit up again and fuck him with the speculum in place.  His eyes are on the mirror, as he tells me he can’t believe I’m doing it.

His eyes move to the toy shelf.  We go through a number of them.  He loves the curve and bumps of the Seahorse—and is able to manage half of the toy.  The clear dildo with the black handle is the perfect toy for where his ass is right now.  He takes it all—and we return to this toy regularly.  Then the Spades.  He loves the stretch.  He asks for a pic.

Mystery Man had fondled the chain hanging on the television stand as he was stripping.  Now I grab it.  “Do you want to try?”

He nods, his eyes shining.  I grease it up.  He moans as each link goes into him.  I give him all but the last three links.  His moans increase in volume as I slowly pull it out, link by link.  I do it again.  This time I take pictures for him.

Once it’s out of him, I suit up and fuck him again.  I really want his ass rolled back a little for a different angle.  I take the stirrup off the chain and slide it down to his knee.  I snap it to the D-ring of the sling by his head, pulling his leg back.  I do the same with the other leg.  His ass is rolled back.  I slide in and fuck him with the new angle.

“I love this,” he grunts out as I plow into him.

When I’ve had enough, I pull out, unsnap the stirrups and help him out of the sling.  I get him on his back on the fuck table with his legs in the air.  I snap the spreader bar to his ankle restraints, telling him first just what I will do.  I have him hold the bar.  He does.  Willingly.  I have him hold his legs in place as I eat his ass once again.  I suit up and push the spreader bar to his chest, rolling his ass up.  I slide in and fuck him in a similar position to what we’d just done in the sling.  He loves this—and says so.

I let his legs relax and remove the bar.

“I am fine if you want to restrain me more…”

We move to the sling.  I drop it, so it’s hanging just by the front two rings.  I fasten him to the middle of the top frame, his back arched and his ass jutting.   I rim him as I add a fresh condom on my cock.  He loves how helpless he feels as I begin a fresh anal assault.  I fuck him hard and fast.

I undo him.  I have him standing straight up.  His arms are clipped to the side poles, slightly above his head.

“You should add the blindfold, Sir.  If you want, that is…”

I do want him blindfolded.  I get it on him.  I kneel and pull his cheeks apart and eat his ass.  I open a new condom packet noisily so he can hear it.  I roll it on and fuck him.  It’s an awkward angle, so it’s a short fuck.  I pull out and eat his ass again.

I move to the front and play with his nipples.  He groans.  My hand brushes the pouch of his jock.  He is erect.  I kneel, though he can’t tell what I’m doing.  I pull his cock free and suck it.  He gasps.  The smallest butt plug is an easy reach.  I work it into his hole while my mouth is on his balls.  I pull off him to give it the final push into him.

“Don’t stop.  Please.”

I engulf his dick.  In moments, he is shooting spurt after spurt of cum down my throat…

 

*

After he showered, he finally gave me an email address so I could send him the pictures…

 

Pictures as I Travel

 

I haven’t gone out of state for sex in quite some time.  I am fixing that today.  Right about the time that this piece will automatically post, I will be on the road to the Fornication Party in Chicago.  I am looking forward to seeing Keshawn and a number of other men I have met there in the past.  Details to be posted here in two to three weeks.

Instead of a written post, here are a few pictures from around the web to keep you stoked in my absence…

"Daddy, You Are So Thick!"

 Near Home—August, 2026

I had such a good time at the bookstore on my mid-week visit (and detailed in the last post) I couldn’t wait to go back.  But I did.  I went on Saturday night, the first day of August…

 

As I park my car, I notice there is a regular standing near the back entrance.  He is a straight guy, who only makes an appearance if he’s seen online that a hetero couple is coming to the theatre.  I nod and ask him if there’s a live one tonight.  He nods.  “This young guy is promising a gangbang of his girl.”  I nod again—as if it were an everyday occurrence—and go in.

It’s just 7pm—and I know I’m a little early.  There are three or four men here.  All on their phones.  I haul out my cock and watch the porn.  I stroke, getting myself hard for the evening.

I look over to my right.  A young person with a beard is no longer on their phone but looking at me.  (I am aware as I write this, that I am likely going to get this person’s pronouns wrong, but I don’t know what s/he prefers.)  A scruffy beard, a pink barrette in the unruly hair, a knee-length gingham shift that reveals jeans under that.  There are also a couple of feminine bangles on hairy wrists.  Crossdresser?  Non-binary?  I guess it doesn’t matter—other than s/he wants to suck my cock.

S/he comes over and kneels.  Eager.  It’s a wet mouth—but there is little tongue work—and frankly in the first few moments, incisors repeatedly connect with my cock head. 

“Can you open a little wider?” 

But that doesn’t help.  We both decide enough is enough.

The young transwoman comes in.  She sees me and, remembering our last fuck, sits next to me.  She is really totally passable—which is a great change.  Tonight she does not have her cock caged.  Her short skirt rides up and her growing cock emerges.  She fists it for a bit before she asks if she can suck my dick.

I nod and she kneels, sweeping her long hair behind her.  She’s good—and a relief after so many teeth.  A hot young Black guy comes into the room as she is working me over.  He sits near us and pulls out his cock and strokes it to our play.

While licking my balls, she hunts in her bra for a Magnum.   She tosses it up for me to catch.  We keep it oral for a while longer, than I stand to suit up and lube up. 

She leans into my chair, hiking the dress up around her chest.  She is totally shaven.  I kneel and eat her hole for a moment as she wildly jerks her dick.  I stand up and slide in. 

“Daddy, you are so thick!” she grunts out.  She takes the fuck, without poppers. 

“Why don’t you suck his dick,” I tell her.  “You want her to?”

The young Black man nods.  She loves one in her mouth and one in her ass.  She finds another Magnum in her bra and gives it to the seated guy.  When I finally pull out, he stands up and rolls the condom on.  He fucks her hard and fast—he is determined to get off.  And he does—noisily.

“Give me your cum,” she moans.  I had seen her smear it all over herself last time she was here.  The guy pulls it off his wilting dick and empties it on her ass.  He smears it around her butt cheeks and gives her a not so gentle swat.  He goes to the restroom.  She reaches back and feels how covered she is—and waits outside the restroom door until he takes off.

There is a lull.  She’s cleaned up and is stroking to the straight porn.  A hetero couple, in their 50’s, comes in and sits, gingerly, near the straight screen.  They are followed into the room by the straight guy I’d spoken to outside on arrival.  I look at him questioningly.  He shakes his head—it’s not who he expected.

This couple watches the video and eventually she gives her guy some head.  She has shown us that she has nothing on under her short skirt.  They whisper.  She obviously wants to play.  He seems unsure.  The Transwoman goes over, her long dick sticking out, and asks if she can join them.  The older man totally freaks out and they leave, the woman giving us a wistful look at all the dick she won’t get after all…

The straight guy puts his dick away and leaves.

The Transwoman waits a little longer—and leaves.

A Black guy who has done nothing but jerk since I got here, puts his dick away and leaves.

I am alone. 

I stroke.

Twenty minutes or so go by.  The door opens.  A hot man in his 50’s comes in.  His head is completely shaved to the skin.  His features are very Roman.  He is wearing a short black dress, black tights and go-go boots.  There is no effort to be feminine—it seems to be just what he’s comfortable in.  He paces. 

“Damn, your dick is big.”  He kneels and begins sucking me.  He’s good—and I desperately want to fuck this guy.  But he’s already back on his feet. 

“This place is dead—I’d better go to Lansing…” and he’s off.

I stay for another half hour.  No one.

I go home…

*

It was an interesting night, if not ultimately satisfying.  The clientele I saw tonight is what I would have expected if I was at the sex venue in Lansing as it is a haven for every gender identity.  But it’s rare for this place.

I did have fun…even though my cum was saved for another day…

The Tatted Stranger

 Near Home—July, 2026

 

Sexually, I had a very busy July.  The heat kept me perpetually horned.  I went back to the closest bookstore on the last Wednesday of the month.  And at night.  I told myself that I would not find much happening at that hour in the middle of the week. 

I was wrong.

There were a couple of regulars there, but more importantly there was a hot stranger.  I know I love going to a sex venue where I am not a regular.  You get more attention.  Men love the thrill of the new.  And this guy generated the sexual heat, on this hot, muggy July night…

 

I am stopped outside the store by the guy with the white beard who is rumored to play with a man only once.  “There’s a live one in there,” he tells me.  “Sitting in the corner.  I think he wants to suck cock—and you have the one he’ll want.” 

I thank him for the info.  I go in, pay and go into the theatre.  I sit on the short side wall where you can see only the straight screen.  I spot the guy White Beard spoke of.  He’s naked from the waist down, carrying a few extra pounds and stroking a small dick. 

I take mine out.  He looks at it and turns the other way.  He wants nothing to do with me at all.  He makes a show of reaching for another man on the opposite side of him.  His left hand strokes this other guy.

I watch the video and get myself hard.  I look back at the guys.

The man he’s stroking refuses a blow job from the half-naked guy.  He likes his hand more.   I look around the room and see that more sex is happening near the gay screen.  I can only see the legs of a man kneeling.  I get up and go to the long side wall and sit. 

Now, this is better.  A young, hot man is kneeling and giving a hot guy, likely in his 50’s, some head.  The older man is very tan and is wearing a white, sleeveless, A-shirt.  It helps show off that the guy has a number of tats all over his arms and, seemingly, his chest.

I stroke as I watch the young guy swallow the older man’s cock.

The door opens.  It’s Julian.  He comes right to me, kneels and sucks my dick.  He’s as good as always.  Soon, he unzips, never stopping his work on me, and begins stroking himself in time to his bobbing head.

When his knees can’t take it, he stands up.  I lean in and take his dick in my mouth.  He gasps in surprise as he isn’t looking at me but at the other sex scene.  Automatically, he begins thrusting into my mouth. He’s jerked himself so hard, that I get a mouthful of cum in moments.  He grins and leaves.

The tatted guy’s sucker is tiring—and is not getting the reward I just got.  He stands up and sits down opposite the guy.  Tatted Guy looks around the room.  He nods to me.  I get up and go over.  That load of cum has made me hungry.  I kneel and begin sucking. The cock in my mouth is about seven inches and thick.  I have to be careful of my teeth.  He moans and rubs the stubble on my head.

I work harder.  But he’s not ready to shoot at all.  Finally, I stand up.  He leans forward and sucks my cock.  He groans again with my slightly larger dick totally filling his mouth and throat.  He works on me for a moment, then pulls off me.

“Sit down,” he whispers, get comfortable.  He gets up and I sit in his chair.  He kneels and his mouth engulfs me.  The new position is even hotter.  I love how his big mouth is working over my cock.  He happily goes back and forth between balls and cock for at least ten minutes.  Finally, I suggest a break.

He sits in the chair next to me and leans in.  “You fuck with that monster?”

“Sure.”

“Good.”  He stands up and drops his walking shorts, leaving on a well-worn jock.  The A-shirt comes off, too and he kneels on the bottom of his chair.  It’s a little low, but I stand behind him and slap my cock on his hairy ass.  I’m drooling pre-cum now.  I add more lube and he reaches back and smears some of his own lube on this hole.  I push in.  He is tight, but welcoming.  His hole relaxes fast and I begin a moderate fuck speed. 

“Harder…” he moans.

I pick up the pace.  I think I’m very close to shooting, but then, just as fast, I know I won’t.  He is pushing back on me with every stroke.  I stand still and let him impale himself on my cock.  Over and over.

And the then he pulls himself off me.  He gets up, bends and licks me clean of his ass juices.  I go and sit back down.  He sits after pulling on his shorts, not bothering with his A-shirt.

I stroke.  The young man who sucked him (and watched us) is also stroking.  Tatted Guy kneads his crotch.  Soon he gets up and kneels in front of the young man.  He takes the guy into his mouth, then pauses, undoing the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down slightly to expose his hairy cheeks.  He goes back to sucking the regulation sized dick in front of him.

I know just what he wants.  I go over and pull the shorts to his knees.  I work my hard cock back into him.  He moans his approval.  The young man’s eyes get big as I fuck him.  My strokes are hard enough to help push the guy deeper onto the young man’s cock.

My knees are aching on the hard floor.  Just as I’m thinking of stopping, the young guy gives up his load.  He writhes in the chair as Tatted Guy sucks out every drop.  I pull out of his ass.  Tatted guy turns to me and points at the chair next to the young man, wanting me to sit in it.  I do, my cock rampant.  He crawls over to me and hovers above my cock. He hasn’t swallowed.  He drools the young man’s load onto my dick.  I am instantly achingly hard.  Tatted Guy stands up and sits on me.  I go in so much more easily with cum for lube.

The young man can’t take his eyes off us.  Tatted Guy bounces on me.  He’s in total control.  I am just there to please his ass.  He grunts out his elation.  He squeezes down on me.  My orgasm has been a given since my dick was covered in another man’s jizz.  Tatted Guy finds the speed and the angle that suits him best.  He pounds down on me.

Fuck, I’m close.  I buck up into his cummy ass—and it’s all over.  I blast spurt and spurt into his hot hole.  Tatted Guy grinds down on me, wanting every last drop..

Alexander Works Through the Toys

 My Playroom—July 2026

 

I met Alexander in July of 2025 at the group party that used to happen in Grand Rapids.  He was a very distinguished, good-looking man who had come out late in life.  But he was feeling poorly that night and he left early, before any play.  The host was a great matchmaker and he made sure that Alexander got my phone number.  Alex talked to me, via text, a little later that month, but nothing came of it.

A year later, I received another text from him.  He wondered if he could come to the playroom.  It hit a sweet spot in time where I had a number of days open—and we made a date that worked for both of us.  By this time, I really had forgotten what he looked like—but I was impressed as I answered the door.  Alex came in—and was ready to head right to the playroom…

 

I open the door and let him go first into the playroom.  He’s impressed.  “All those mirrors…Hot!”  He starts to strip down.  I suggest his clothes go in the chair.

“Do you like to rip off underwear to get to my ass?”

“Sure.”

He leaves them on and sits on the bed.  “Let me suck that big dick.”

I work it out of the pouch of my very clean yellow jock.  He hungrily takes it in his mouth.  His tongue finds my piss slit.  He digs in and then he licks all over my cockhead.  I push a little deeper into his mouth to see how he can take it.  He takes the hint and swallows my entire length, grinding against my bushy pubes.  I stand still and let him go to work.  He quickly pulls up off me and gives me a good, varied cock sucking.

I want to eat his ass.  I suggest the bench.  Still clad in his underwear, he gets on all fours.  I reach up to rip.  Nothing.  I try a different way.  There is no give to the material.  I look to see if I have the scissors in the room—and of course, I don’t.  The potential hotness of the rending of his briefs has now made us both laugh.  He slips them off—and I stop chuckling the moment I bury my face in his hairy cleft.

He groans.  I moan as I lick.  His pucker flowers open with my continuous prodding.  I am deep in his hole.  I lube up with the coconut oil.  I stand and slide my head in.  He grunts as it breaches his hole.  I wait for a couple seconds and then slowly open him up.  He moans as I bottom out.  I hold—and begin the fuck.

His hole accustoms itself to my girth very quickly.  He has told he likes fist, too, and with how quickly he opens, I believe it.  I fuck him, our eyes meeting in the floor-length mirror in front of the bench.  He nods, enjoying my railing of his ass.

I pull out.  I ask if he wants to taste his ass.

“Fuck, yes!”

I let him slobber all over my cock.

“Get it good and wet, I’m not adding more lube.”

He does as he’s told.  I go back to his hole with saliva dripping off my dick.  I fuck it into him.  His hole is relaxing with every stroke.  It has gone from a tight sleeve to a spacious, hot fist hole.  I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I twirl it in the coconut oil and then into his ass.  He gasps at the very cool metal pushing into his hot flesh.  My cock follows, fucking into the bulbous head of the toy.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” he murmurs, his eyes now on the side mirror where he can see me in action.  I fuck.  I pull out and have him clean me once more—with the Ballistic Butt Bomb still in his ass.  I fuck him with the toy in place one more time before we move to the sling.

Once there, I soothe his ravaged hole with my tongue.  A quick fuck, before I reach for the speculum.  I slip it in and crank it open.  My finger plays with his prostate after each turn of the thumbscrew.  He moans.  It’s now wide enough for me to add my cock.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him, watching me fuck between the metal wings of the surgical equipment.

When I’ve had my fill, I crank it shut and ease it out of him.  I grab the medium sized black butt plug.  He takes it with little effort.  I use the BBB to pound on the base of toy, sending shivers through him.

I am ready to try my hand.  I smear Crisco all over my left.  Two fingers glide into him.  Three.  He pants.  Four.  I fold my thumb to my palm and push in.  Gently, but with purpose.  His sphincter snaps around my wrist, taking my whole hand.  I just let it stay there—then with a slight twist, pull it out.  He grins a delightfully goofy grin.  I do it again—and get the same result.

We take a little break, sitting on the bed.  As I enjoyed it so much with Jaylen the other night, I cuff his wrists, unhook the sling and fasten his wrists to the middle of the sling frame.  He juts his ass out—knowing just what I want.  I slide in and ravage his ass.  Something about the position (and his helplessness) makes me fuck him harder than ever.  I stop before I shoot, this time.

When he’s back in the sling, I pick up the Seahorse.  He takes three quarters of it with ease.  I go back to the BBB and then the Seahorse again.  This time he takes it all. 

I settle down to a rotation:  butt plug, Seahorse and then my left hand.  Now it’s plug, BBB and my right hand.  Back and forth.

“I love that look of the big one on the top shelf,” he tells me, looking at the rack of toys on the side wall.

“The Cutler X or the Sex Machine?”

“That one that looks like a robot’s dick.”

I go get the Sex Machine.  I grease it up—using a lot of lube.  I work it into him.  He takes a third of it the first time.  The next round he’s up to the halfway point.  To give his ass a break, I go back to the Seahorse.  The next time the big toy goes into him, he takes two-thirds of it.  I show him just how deep it went.  He’s impressed.

“And I think that may be enough for tonight,” he informs me.

Neither of us have gotten off in the traditional way, but we are both still very satisfied with this first meet after all these years...