Letting the Jizz Flow

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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…