Letting the Jizz Flow

 Near Home—January, 2026

A few days after using Sawyer’s excellent hole, I went to the bookstore.  After all the ass play with Sawyer, I was kind of hoping to have a more oral day.  And that is what it proved to be…

 

I go in and sit in my usual chair, my Throne, as the Voyeur had dubbed it.  I unzip and look around.  There are not many men here at 2pm on a Thursday, but there are three scattered around the room, all white and all likely older than me.  One of the guys, who I vaguely recognize, reseats himself next to me.  Soon his fingers are on my thigh.  Now my balls.  I let go of my cock and he jerks me reverently.

“May I?” he asks.

I nod and he bends from where he’s sitting.  It’s an awkward angle and he knows it, too.  He gets up and kneels properly before me and gives me decent head.  I hear him stroking himself as he sucks on my cock.  He works diligently, but there is certainly no way I’m going to shoot after maybe seven minutes.

He stands up.  His cock bounces as he stands—and it’s right in front of me.  I lean forward and begin to suck.

The guy makes a sound of surprise as my mouth engulfs him.  And then one of pleasure as my tongue goes to work.  It takes just a few moments, after all his jerking, to get him off.  It’s a creamy load.  And he let’s me get the last drop out of him.

He goes to sit back near one of the other older men.  They look at each other and the guy who just shot nods.  The other guy gets up and comes over.  “He says your good.  Do me?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, but unzips and pulls out a long thin cock with a lot of foreskin.  It hardens before my eyes.  I lean forward, but he doesn’t let me touch him until it is fully hard.  I go to work on the head, getting my tongue under all that skin.  Slowly it works back.  Once his cock head is exposed, my tongue is too much for him.  I swirl it around the overly sensitive head and he shoots.  A big, but slightly bitter load.  He thanks me and goes back to the first guy I played with.  They go off together and I idly wonder if they are partners.

I look over to the other side of the room, where the last man is sitting.  He gives me a thumbs up, but seem to have no interest in my services.

I stroke.  He kneads his crotch.

The door opens.  A very young, and lanky Black guy arrives.  He sits near me—and in a chair looking right at the other man in the room.  In moments, the young guy opens his pants and the older guy kneels in front of him.  The young man must be in real need as he is soon bucking up into the older man’s mouth.  His cum shot is silent, but you can see his whole body relax as he sits still for a moment—and then zips up and takes off.  In the room maybe seven minutes…

“Sorry,” says the older man, “I should have shared.”

I think he’ll show me his skills—but he sits back down and pulls out his phone.

I stroke.  He taps.

The Voyeur comes in.  He sits next to me and unzips.  He gets himself hard, then looks over at me.   I get up, kneel in front of him and begin.  His long, thin cock snakes down my throat.  But he doesn’t stay hard.  He slowly shrinks in my mouth.  I finally give up.  He smiles and tells me it still felt good—and he likely shouldn’t have jerked off before he came here. 

I sit back down.

Moments later the door opens.  It’s Cute College Kid, a Thursday regular.  He nods at me and goes and sits in the chair nearest the gay screen.  He takes off his pants before he sits down and gets himself hard.  I go over and go to work.  I know his cock so well.  I suck him to the root with ease.  I lick his balls—and he grabs the back of my head, grinding my face into them.  I try to go lower as I love eating his ass—but he pulls me up—letting me know he’s not prepared for that today.

I go back to his dick.  In moments, he holds me in place and unloads every drop.  Always a huge load—sweet and fresh.  I clean him up and he sits there, pulling out his phone to keep himself occupied until he’s ready for round two.

I sit back in my seat.  The Voyeur smirks at me.  Nothing happens for about twenty minutes, then CCK comes over.  He kneels in front of me and sucks my cock.  He likes the idea that the Voyeur is watching.  But he wants to cum again.  He has me stand up and sits in my chair.  I kneel.  The Voyeur stands and feed CCK his now hard cock.  “Give me your cum,” CCK hisses, before swallowing his down.  My tongue is all over the younger man.

It takes no time.  CCK doesn’t have a long fuse anyway, but with a cock in his mouth and me on his, he shoots even faster than usual.  Just about as big a load and just as sweet.  I clean him up, quite content with my visit…

Sick of the Cold; Sick with the Flu

 

Sick of the Cold; Sick with the Flu

 

Temperatures in Michigan have been relentlessly cold.  And to top it off, I am just recovering from the flu.  I am so tired…I know I can’t put words together today.  But a few hot pics will help all of us feel warmer…

"Breed Your Boy, Daddy"

 My Playroom—January, 2026

My play with Kane and his hairy butt was all about the thrill of the hunt—wanting to incorporate new men in our play.  Two days later, it was just the opposite.  Sawyer, once known on here as Fist Guy, came south to the playroom.  The vibe was totally different—two guys wanting to make the other feel great.  It was hot buddy sex…

 

I sprawl on the bed.  Sawyer kneels between my splayed legs.  He inhales the scent of my well-used jock.  He sighs.  He begins to lick it and use his teeth to pull the fabric away from my cock and balls.  As he pulls, my cock erects, slapping his nose.  He instantly swallows me down.  He stays there.  His tongue comes out and he can actually lick my balls with my shaft in his throat.

He pulls off me and now licks my balls in a more traditional way.  He gets them very wet, then he lifts them and tongues under them.  His tongue traces along my cockring.  I squirm.  He knows this is my hot spot.  He spends a long time there.  I occasionally stroke my dick, letting my precum drool out of it.

“Sit on my face.”

Sawyer grins and stands up.  I move slightly down the bed, dragging a pillow with me.  He steps up, straddling my chest.  He lowers his ass to my open mouth.  It’s his turn to moan and squirm.  I eat his him out.  I love that I am doing this before the first fuck and there is barely a gape.  I poke and prod and burrow into his talented hole.

We move to the bench.  I take two minutes to raise the middle section for him as he likes the support.  I eat his ass again as I slather up my cock.  I stand and push in.  All of me.  I bottom out and hold for a long moment.  Sawyer pants and tells me how good it feels.  I begin to fuck.  He feels great on my cock.  I pull out and have him taste all his juices.  He cleans me thoroughly before I go back inside him.  His hole has already opened up.  The Ballistic Butt Bomb is in reach on the shelf to my right.  I grab it and twirl the stainless-steel head in the coconut oil—all while keeping the fuck going.

I pull out.  I push the BBB into his with a twirling motion.  Sawyer groans.  I get the long handle of the toy under my balls and push my cock back into him.  It feels terrific.  I have tightened him right down again.  I also love the rub of the long handle on my balls.  Eventually, I pull out, remove the toy and lick his now open hole.

Delicious.

We move to the sling.   I eat him out—and fuck him.  He is wide open now, so I slip the ass grommet over my turgid dick and grease it up.  I push into him.  Sawyer’s eyes go wide as he feels the added girth.  I fuck him hard.  Then slow.  Now, standing still and pulling the sling onto my cock and pushing it off me.

I pull out.  I begin stretching him with an eight-finger lateral stretch.  He encourages me.  Soon, my left-hand slips inside him.  I do a very slow turn and work it out.  

I use the clear dildo with the black handle just to give my dick a rest.  We move quickly to the two-tier butt plug my brother gave me ages ago.  I know Sawyer who can take it.  Not everyone can.  It slips home—making him pant. 

I go back to my left hand.  Slowly working myself into him once more.  This time I slide my cock down my wrist and double fuck him with an open hand inside him and my cock going through my fingers.  He can’t get enough of this.  I do it again and again.

Now I do it with my right hand and dick, but that never seems to line up as easily.  I make it inside him for the double fuck—but it’s uncomfortable.  I go back to the left…

*

I have spent a long time now just using my hands on him.  Alternating them.  Back and forth.  We both know that it’s time to wind things up.  My cock has gone down with the concentration of being careful with my fists, but it’s an easy solution to get it hard again.  I wipe off the excess lube and bury my face in his used hole.

Bingo.

I am more than ready.  I stand up and thrust inside Sawyer for one last time.  I fuck him.  Hard.

“You know I want your load!”

I nod.

I speed up a little—then slow.  It actually feels better when I’m not so frenzied.  I keep to the slower pace.  “So close,” I murmur.

“Breed your boy, Daddy.”

And I’m there.  I shoot and shoot…

Kane's Hairy Ass Makes Me Proud

 Near Home—January, 2026

When you are out cruising, sometimes you can bump into the right people and everything is amazing.  Sometimes it is just one (or two) to make for a good time.  But there are times when it is absolutely awful. 

Thursday afternoon has been a good day for me at my local bookstore.  I often bumped into Cute College Boy on that day. But on the second Thursday of January, there was no one there with who I wanted to play—and no one who wanted to play with me.

There was a decent looking guy jerking when I arrived.  He stopped moments later and fell asleep.  There was an older man who had on a children’s diaper—and he was showing it off proudly.  A super hot Black guy came in, took one look at us and left.  The last man in the room was also jerking, but I knew that he was a ‘don’t touch me’ guy.

I stayed maybe 30 minutes and it never got better.  Home I went.

 

Lansing—January, 2026

But for my Saturday night, just two days later, everything was right.  Kane, the hairy young man I met at the house party orgy some time back, wanted to go the big Lansing playspace.  I loved that idea, especially when he told me he was in the mood to be whored out again.  We agreed on a time and I arrived at the venue a little early.  Men were milling around and little play was happening.  Kane arrived—and we changed that…

 

I take Kane back near the sling and fuckbench.  I sit on the couch in front of the gloryhole booths and open my fly.  Probably 20 guys are now watching Kane go down on my hard cock.  There are two chairs near the couch, each has a man openly masturbating to us.  Kane stops for just a second so he can open his own fly.  His thick, curved cock springs out and he fists it as he continues to suck me.

One of the guys in the chairs is a thick bear of a man—not remotely sloppy, but big—ex-football type.  He makes eye contact with me.  I nod and pat the sofa seat to the left of me.  He comes over, pushes his jeans to his ankles and strokes.  It’s not a big cock—but I love the contrast as I nudge Kane over to service the guy.  He grins up at me before he crawls over and swallows down the guy’s dick.  I watch for a moment, then get behind Kane and pull his pants off his ass.  I hunker down and begin licking his hairy crack as he sucks the stranger.

“Tell me I can fuck him,” groans the bear.  I come up and nod.  The three of us go to the fuck bench.  It is inside a cage.  You can close the cage door for privacy, but I leave it wide open.  Kane is on the very hard bench, his fabulous ass on display.  Guys stand on the outside of the cage and ogle him.  Half the guys are stroking.  I hand my lube to the bear and he greases up and slide in.

“Holy fuck!” he groans. 

He begins pounding into Kane.  He won’t last long at this rate.  In moments he is howling out his orgasm.  He stays inside Kane to marinate for a moment, then pulls out.  He sees me on my knees and watches and as I taste his load leaking from Kane’s ass.

Load One.

We move to the much more comfortable sling.  I fuck Kane, using the Bear’s cum for lube.  I can’t help but groan.

There is a white guy in his fifties, jerking to us.  He comes into the cage.  I ask if he wants to go next.  He wants to suck Kane’s hard, dripping dick.  We let him for a moment.  Then he steps back and jerks to the next fuck.

A real boy-next-door guy asks if he can take a turn.  He’s white, late 30’s and hot.  I pull out and he slides right in.  I watch the look of sheer joy on his face.  He fucks a couple of strokes and pulls out.  “Don’t want to shoot yet—but I will.”

I go back up Kane, fucking him.  Slow and deliberate.  The stroker moves in and uses Kane’s poppers without asking.  He suddenly shoots all over Kane’s chest.  I mop it up with my fingers and coat my cock with copious load.  I fuck the seed into him.  (The spectators are abuzz with that move.)  I fuck.  And pull out and lick his ass clean of stray cum.

Load Two.

Boy-next-door is back.  He fucks a few strokes and once again pulls out, right on the edge of shooting.  He disappears.  I fuck Kane once more.

The bear who started it all is watching us.  He tells a tall guy he needs to fuck Kane.  I hear it and nod to him.  He makes towards the cage door, but Boy-Next-Door is back.  He sinks into Kane’s wet ass with a sigh.

“Give it to me, man,” Kane mumbles.  The slight encouragement sends BND over the edge.  He delivers a massive load into Kane.  He even allows me to clean his cock as he pulls out.  I clean up Kane’s swelling ass lips.  That’s when I sense how much seed is in the young man.

Load Three.

The tall, built guy comes into the cage.  I stand up.  “I want to see your cock go into him first,” Tall Guy murmurs.  I am happy to oblige.  I tell him Kane’s hole is incredibly creamy.  He finally taps me on the shoulder, ready to feel it for himself.  He glides in.  It’s the biggest dick of the night—that isn’t mine—and Kane’s eyes get big.

“You weren’t kidding,” the new fucker gasps. “So fuckin’ wet.”

He fucks a few more strokes.  Kane bears down, squeezing the big dick railing him.  He makes the guy give him load number four.  Tall and Built understands my need to clean his cock.  He lets me.  I am so turned-on, I stand up and thrust into Kane.

I fuck him hard.  Kane stops touching his dick.  I keep fucking—and in another few moments he has a hand free orgasm.  All over that hot, hairy chest.  I bend to lick it up, with my dick still inside him.

Kane asks for a break.

He cleans up a little.   We wander.

“I think I can still take your load,” he tells me.  He doesn’t want it so public.  We try fucking in a GH booth, but it’s awkward.

“Let’s go back to the sling, but I’ll close the door so no one else can come in.”

That works.  We have a few voyeurs, but we tune them out.  I eat his hole for a long time.  I get a trickle of cum into my mouth every time I stick it into him.

I stand up.  I’m ready.  It’s a short fuck.  He actually makes squishy sounds as I rail him.  His erection has returned and he jerks himself.

“Please breed me…”

Magic words.  I shoot and give him his last load of the night…

*

There is a slight addendum.  Kane was gone, with a long drive home.  I needed to let my head clear before I took off.  I sat in the comfortable chair in the black out room.  A guy came in.  He had a great dick.  I could just make it out with the light from the door behind him.

“I saw you guys,” he whispered.  He must have been sitting in the main lobby when I walked into the room, as he certainly couldn’t see me now.  My mouth was all over this guy’s dick.  “I don’t fuck guys—but he was damn hot.”

I tried to grunt some sort of affirmative.  But he went right on.  “Here’s the load I would have given him…”

And the ‘straight’ guy began shooting buckets of jizz into my mouth…