Kane Changes His (Dirty) Mind

 A quickie and the main event…

Near Home—April, 2026

On the second Friday of the month, I went to my usual haunt, but in the evening.  I was, truthfully, looking for some new faces.  But I was the only person in the room.  I jerked and silently cursed my folly for coming at this hour.  Eventually, I was joined by the guy I met here when I first started playing in the theatres.  We chatted.  He stripped.  I sucked his cock—though he had a new bottle of poppers, so it was mostly soft.

Everything changed when a young guy in his early 30’s came in.  He sat to the side and watched.  Then he sat to the side and stroked.  Now he knelt in front of me, knocked my hand away and gave me some great head.

He stood up.  The two older men each took a turn sucking the young guy.  Then it was back to me sitting there with a dick in my mouth and the young guy on mine.  My old friend shot—and took off.  The young man took a breather and scrolled through his phone.  He sent a text and knelt in front of me again.

“Damn, I’d love your load,” he muttered.

He began to suck just as his phone went off.  He apologized and checked it.  He stood up and shoved his wet cock into his pants.  “I need to get out of here.  I have a date with the girlfriend after all.”

He went out all smiles.  I saw not a soul the rest of the evening…

 

Jackson—April, 2026

With my blue balls, I was really thrilled to get a text on Saturday morning from Kane, the incredibly handsome man with the hairy ass of which I can’t get enough.  He wanted to meet at the Jackson bookstore/lounge that night.  I pushed him to a little earlier time than he suggested, for I wanted to give us enough play time before closing.

“I am thinking,” he wrote, “that I really want to keep this between the two of us and not have other men use me.”  I told him I was fine with that.

I got there a little early.  There were only a few men there…

 

I have decided to take my phone into the play area as Kane often runs late.  The moment I go in I get a text he is running behind.  I reply that I will see him when I see him.  The slurp ramp/glory holes are unused.  I see two men here, and one of the is the crossdressing Latino from the bookstore closer to home.

I sit and watch some bisexual porn.  The man I don’t know is quite good looking, likely late 40’s.  He asks if he can suck my dick.  I nod.  He gives me delicious head—a great wake up for my cock.

A third man comes out of a cabana.  He tells CD Latino he wants to fuck him. CDL strips to a jock and brassiere.  He bends over and takes a hard pounding.  When he’s had enough, the top goes off to the restroom down the hall.  CDL comes over to me and pleads with me to fuck him as he needs to get off and go home.  I suit up and do it.  It takes very little time to get him to shoot all over the floor.

I stroke.  Kane is now officially late.

A straight couple arrives.  Something new here.  The guy who fucked CDL is thrilled.  I wander away.  I settle into the middle room.  A very handsome man arrives.  He nods to me but does not smile.  He looks at my cock and walks out of the room. 

I stroke.

Kane arrives.  I stand and we hug.  We walk down the dark hall to the medical table.  “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he whispers.  “I’ll take anyone you want inside me.”  He starts to strip, tossing his clothes into the corner by the medical table.  “I got online and invited a guy…”

The young man who’d checked me out walks in.  He goes behind Kane and opens his pants, pulling out his cock.  Kane bends and begins to suck me.  The young man kneels and begins to eat Kane’s ass.  Damn!  I am thrilled.  Kane moans around my cock.  I begin fucking his face as I hear the slurp of the young man tonguing Kane’s hole.

“Turn around.”

Kane does.  The young man stands and presents his dick to Kane’s mouth.  I go to my knees and eat Kane’s wet ass.  It’s such a turn on that someone else wanted to lick his hairy hole.

Kane pulls off the guy.  “Fuck me.” 

Kane sits on the table and rolls back.  He hooks his arms around his knees.  The young man goes to his knees again and begins tongue fucking Kane’s hairy pucker.  I move up to Kane’s face, standing with my legs against the medical table.  He turns and takes my cock as deep as he can in the slightly awkward position.

The young man stands up.  He pushes in.  Bare.  He fucks Kane hard.  It’s not a long fuck, but it’s hot to see this young guy use him.  He stops, breathing hard.  He pulls out and comes up to the other side of the table.  I turn Kane’s head so he can fellate him as I go down to Kane’s freshly fucked ass.  I kneel and taste what his drooling cock left behind.  When I’ve had my fill, I stand up and fuck.  The young guy’s attention turns to me. 

“You really fill him up,” he murmurs. 

I nod.

Kane is slurping happily of the hot young man.

I pick up the fuck speed.  More men have arrived.  At least three guys stand in the door behind us, watching us use Kane.

The young guy pulls himself up onto the medical table.  He gets a knee on either side of Kane’s head. He begins fucking his mouth, holding onto the wall for support.  I lean over and my tongue touches the hot young man’s naked bubble butt.  He moans.  I burrow deeper.  I find his hole and begin tongue fucking him in rhythm to the fuck I’m giving Kane’s ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh…Fuck!”

The young guy explodes in Kane’s mouth.  I straighten up.  I slow down and the young guy is shuddering as Kane cleans his cock.  I go to the other side of the table.  “Don’t swallow it all,” I tell Kane  “I want to use some as lube.” 

The moment I say that, Kane turns and drools some of the young man’s cum into my hand.  I wait until I have the young man’s attention.  I smear his cum on my dick.  I begin working my slick cock back into Kane.

“Fuck him with my cum,” he hisses.  His eyes never leave my dick, frothed by some of his load…

*

I have raised the bench so I don’t have to do deep knee bends.  I am leisurely fucking Kane as a new guy comes in.  He pulls out his cock and asks if Kane’s mouth is available.

“Absolutely.  Unload in either hole.”

The guy begins fucking Kane’s mouth as I pick up the pace in his ass.  The new guy hefts Kane’s big curved cock.  Soon he pulls out of Kane’s mouth and begins sucking him.  Kane finally stops him.   “I don’t want to get off yet.”

The guy moves away.

I eat Kane’s hole.  I know closing time is getting closer.  I get him up off his back and have him bend over the table, his feet on the floor.  This is the perfect height for my long legs.  I begin to fuck.  Another man feed’s Kane his dick.

“Suck it, whore.”

Kane does.  He might even get the load—I can’t tell if the guy is groaning from the head or losing his load. The guy leaves, so I’m guessing Kane got more cum.

“I’m going to breed your hole,” I grunt out.

“Do it, Daddy!”

I fuck harder.  I pull out.  I desperately need one more taste of his talented hairy ass.  I slurp loudly.  Kane moans.  I stand up.  I just get my cock back into him just in time.  His hole is so damn slippery.

I fuck.

And I begin to shoot.  I groan out my orgasm, getting a little louder with each spurt into his hot ass.

I stay buried in him for a long time.  I kneel and lick up my stray cum trickling out of him.

“Daddy, you made me shoot.”

I have indeed.  His cum is all over the floor and the side of the medical table…

Pictures to Start the Weekend

Today is a day I will be writing, but likely a little later in the day.  I have my yearly physical exam coming up—and I am off at this ungodly hour to go let them take my blood for all those diagnostic tests.  While I usually publish between 11:00am and Noon, today it will be early afternoon before the post arrives.

It’s one I can’t wait to share with you—so make sure you check back…

Late in the afternoon:

I just reread what I wrote early this morning….Well, absolutely nothing went as planned for the rest of the day.  (Except the blood work!)  Life just sort of took over and I lost the time to write.

But I always have some great pictures lying around to make a post….

Jack Squeezes the Cum Out of My Cock

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

Jack checked in, wondering if I was up for some fun.  We set a date early in April.  I was really ready for him.  I hadn’t gotten off that Saturday night, detailed in the last post, and was feeling it.  Finally, four days later, I knew I’d get rid of that excess cum…

 

Jack is naked and sitting on the bed, jerking his ample cock to the porn orgy happening on the television.  I hang up my robe on the doorknob.  I take a sip of my tea and stand in front of him, presenting my mounded cock hidden by my discolored yellow jock.  He pulls me closer and nuzzles the fabric.  He groans and begins to lick it.  He loves the taste of sweat and cum and who knows whose ass jizz on the fabric.  He gets it very wet, reactivating the juices dried into it.

Eventually, he pulls it aside to get to my dick.  My cock springs free.  He uses his hand to guide it to his hungry mouth.  He licks the drooling head before swallowing three quarters of the shaft.  He pulls off, takes a breath and takes every inch I have to offer.  He stays there for a long moment, then comes up, gasping for air.  He gulps—and does it again.

This time, once he’s caught his breath again, I begin to fuck his face.  I hold onto his ears and jack hammer my cock into his mouth and throat.  When I sense he needs air, I let go.  He grabs some—and goes right back to pleasuring me (and himself.)

“I need to eat your ass.”  It’s the truth.  I can’t wait.

He gets up on the flattened fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, slather my cock with coconut oil and jerk it as I begin to lick his puffy hole.  I burrow deep into his pronounced pucker.

“Fuck me…”

I take the cue.  I stand up and slide into him.  He feels tremendous.  I bottom out, hold and begin a slow in and out.  I build the speed.  My hips slap his ass as the force of my fuck increases.  Abruptly, I pull out and take the few steps to his mouth.  He licks me clean, loving the taste of his ass on my cock.

I go back and fuck him again.  He cleans my cock just as thoroughly, but this time I bend down to kiss him, wanting to taste all those juices myself.  His tongue gives way to mine.

We move to the sling.  I eat his ass for a long time once he’s situated in it.  Eventually, I stand up and fuck.  His ass is more open, but he knows how to work it.  He squeezes down on me at random times—and I love it.  I pull out and he cleans my cock once more, craning over the side of the sling to get to me.

Another fuck.  Another clean.

“Let’s get you out…”

He dismounts—with no help needed from me.  He grins as I take his place.

“Now eat my ass…”

He kneels and begins a teasingly slow lick down my entire ass crack.  The moment he zeros in on my hole, I crack open the poppers I save for this moment.  Jack loves rimming me.  He’d lost his erection during the fucks, but he is rampant now.  He licks my balls, my cockring, my perineum and my hole.  He grunts out his enthusiasm.  

I readjust the stirrups, so they go from my knee to the D ring on the sling by my head.  It tilts my ass up.  It gives him a whole new angle to work.  I swear his tongue is inside me even deeper.  I take another hit—and stop thinking...

*

Jack is back in the sling and I am fucking him.  I tell him how good he made me feel.  I pull out and eat his wet, glistening hole.  I want to go deeper.  I stand up and set up the rimseat.  Jack gets out of the sling as I lay down the mat for the rimmer.  He gets on it, head under the seat.

“I got this out for me to do you,” I chuckle.

“Let me lick you first.”

I sit down.  He goes to town.  I watch the porn and idly stroke my cock as Jack’s tongue goes even deeper into my body.  He makes the hottest sounds as he penetrates me.  This time I don’t use the poppers.  I want to save them for when I go under Jack.  I sit there, enjoying his handiwork for quite a while.  I finally suggest we switch.

I stand and we change places.  I take a hit before he sits down.  His wet hole is pulled open for me by the seat.  I begin to explore.  Deeper and deeper.  Jack’s moans are just what I want to hear.  I stop jerking and concentrate on giving him as much pleasure as possible.  I can’t believe how deeply I can probe into him.  My breath quickens.

I am not down there as long as I’d like to be.  The need to breed his ass hits me hard.  I tap his thighs.  He stands up, lending me a hand to get to my feet.

“Sling or bench?”  he asks.  He knows just what I need to do,

“Sling.  I love watching your face as I shoot.”

He jumps in, feet on chains, no time for stirrups.

I push right into him.   My cock feels like every nerve is firing.  I begin to thrust.  Fast and deep.

“Give it to me!”

I quicken the stroke.

“Breed me!” he moans.

“Say it again…”

“Give me your load!”

I thrust again just as he finishes.  My cock erupts.   I fire off jet after jet of hot cum as I grab the sling frame and hand on.  The moment I finish, Jack begins to milk my dick, squeezing down on me for every last drop,,.

A Tame, but Pleasant, Saturday Night

 Near Home—April, 2026

 

When cruising, sometimes everything goes right.  Other times it feels like everything goes wrong.  This first Saturday night in April walked a middle ground.  Nothing earth shakingly good; nothing to scar my psyche either…

 

I arrive around 7:30pm.  I am the only guy here.  No, that’s wrong.  There is a man in darkest corner scrolling through his phone.  I take out my dick and stroke.  He scrolls, never looking up.

The door finally opens.  It is a straight couple who sit on the short wall, which makes them look right at me. 

“Look, honey, he has a big ole dick for you…”

She looks at me again.  “No way,” she stage-whispers—as if I can’t hear her.  They watch the straight porn.  Eventually she fellates the man who brought her.  He cums demurely in her mouth.  They leave.

I stroke.

New men come into the room.  Five of them.  One of them is a beefy Latino I have watched here many times, but I don’t think I’ve played with him.  He starts making the rounds of the room.  He sucks each man (but phone guy).  He always stops before the guy can unload, standing up and going outside for a cigarette.

When he comes back this last time, he kneels in front of me.  He edges me close to shooting—this time standing up and never returning.

I stroke.  The other men filter out.

The guy I have known longest from this place comes in with his husband.  They walk to chairs near the gay screen.  They chat a little—judging the men in the video.  I finally want them to shut up, so I sit in a chair in front of them.  In moments, the guy I know best has stripped down and has his dick in my mouth while I am being given head by his partner.

I love being serviced with a cock in my mouth.  I groan quite a bit.  My friend starts fucking my face.  He isn’t using poppers tonight and his dick is rock hard.  For the first time in my presence, his partner pulls his dick out and strokes himself as he sucks me.

We only stop when his partner’s knees tire.  He sits, down.  His dick, now semi-hard, is lolling against his jeans.  I get up.  I have never had him in my mouth before.  He’s thickish, with some extra skin, though he’s not uncut.  He moans as I suck him.  My friend sits down and strokes to the scene.

“Stop—I don’t want to cum,” he murmurs.  I let his cock go and go sit down again in my new seat.

The three of us stroke.  Phone guy has taken off sometime during our threeway. A new man comes in.  He sits near us.  He takes out a beefy dick.  He looks like the coach you had a crush on in high school.

I am ready to stand up and ask if he wants head as he is exclusively watching the gay porn.  But my friend’s partner beats me to it.  It’s not a quiet suck—and that hot.  I love to hear the slurp.  Soon, I have my friend’s cock back in my mouth.  ‘Coach’ likes the view.  My friend places my left hand on his ass.  It’s lubed now—and I can burrow a finger inside him.  I idly wonder if I can fuck him in front of the partner…

At that moment, the ‘coach’ gives up his load.  That makes my friend shoot down my throat.  They all clean up a little—and take off.

I am alone again.

I wait ten minutes.

No new arrival.

I go home, mostly content…

History: Man's Country 1991

 It’s time for another stroll down my personal sexual history.

 

1991

“I better get some fun in now as no one will want me once I hit 40!”  To think that I believed that at 35.  But it is exactly what so many gay men thought in 1991.  Little did I know how good my 40’s, 50’s and 60’s would be.

I remembered the name of Man’s Country as the bathhouse my brother loved to visit.  I didn’t really want to tell him I wanted to go.  So where was it located?   No quick internet search available. And Chicago was huge.

Somewhere along the way I had seen an ad in in one of the glossy gay mags for Bob Damron’s Address Book.  I made a special trip to Border’s Books in Ann Arbor, knowing they had a miniscule gay/lesbian section, to see if it was there.  It was.  It became my reference book for everything gay in whatever city I visited.  They listed, bars, bathhouses, men’s health services, adult entertainment, bookstores and cruisy areas.  All reported by gay men for gay men.  The book got tucked under the front seat of my car and stayed there, only moving each time I got a new vehicle.

I found Man’s Country fairly easily.  (I’d always been good with maps.)  I sat in my car, parked on a tiny, dark side street and took a deep breath.  I went in.  The guy at the window could not have been nicer.  He issued my membership card with a smile.  I knew I wanted a small room, so I could lock myself away if I felt like it.  I think it was an eight-hour time limit.  I was arriving at 10pm.  Perfect.   He told me how to find my room amongst the warren of corridors and doors.

I found it, stripped and with my towel tightly tucked in and my key on my wrist, I went to explore.  I carried a small shaving kit packed with lube, condoms and poppers.  I went back to the locker room.  I really stopped and looked at the murals by Etienne.  I had never seen anything like them.  Gorgeous.  I found the stairs and went down to the wet area.  More rooms were down there, too.  I sat in the dry sauna.  Two guys came in.  They instantly began to take turns sucking the other’s cock.  I was mesmerized.  I tented my towel.  Soon, I was openly stroking to them.  One of them looked over at me and smiled.  I suddenly felt more at ease.  One got the other off.  They left, giving me an approving nod.

Heartened, I found the huge dance floor and stage.  It seemed to be more about guys chatting and napping than dancing.  I learned there were weekly strip shows there.

I walked the endless maze of rooms.  Some with doors open.  Many closed with sex obviously happening behind them.  I quickly figured out guy’s ass up vs lying on their back and stroking their dick.  I was invited in to a number of rooms, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

There was a dark room.  I hung out near the opening, in the room but still in some light.  I ditched the towel and openly stroked as I saw countless men disappear into the pitch black.  Delicious sounds of moans and groans came from within, but I didn’t go in any farther.  Not tonight. 

Music blared from the dance hall.  I went up and watched three men strip.  They were hot, but stripping for men who were all but naked themselves made me shake my head.

I went back to my room and sat on the hard wooden box with the wafer-thin mattress they called a bed.  What was I going to do?   The jury was still out on the safety of oral sex.  I really wanted to fuck anyway.  I went down to the basement.  All the rooms were taken now.  And here, almost all the men were on all fours, asses pointed right at the door.  I made the circuit twice.  I couldn’t believe that most of these guys never looked over their shoulder to see who stepped into the room to fuck them.  At the end of the hall, was a man with very hairy ass, likely in his thirties.  His ass was perfection.  A gorgeous mound of flesh and fur.  I went in and closed the door.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

I suited up and did just that.  It was great.  I stopped, just short of cumming.  He was moaning, egging me on.  He finally looked over his shoulder.  “That’s a lot of meat on such a skinny guy.”  I beamed as I left his room.

Even better, there was no shit on the condom.  I was thrilled.  I fucked another guy.  Same thing.  The age of cleaning out had happened and I didn’t even know.  (When I mentioned this later to my brother, he credited the porn guys of the 80’s when, in their countless interviews with In Touch, Blueboy, etc, they talked about how they cleaned for the skin flicks. And gay men everywhere took it to heart.)

I wanted more.  I made a tour of the guys upstairs, too.  Always with a new Magnum in place.  At least one guy asked me to ditch the latex.  I fled.

I napped in my room.  Not really sleeping as my head was full of the butts I’d stuffed.  Around 3:00am, I made another tour.  Many doors where now shut, but there were lots that were open—and many sported new recruits who’d checked in after the bars had closed.

I didn’t fuck any of them. 

I checked the dark room—and went in a little deeper.  A hand tried to pull the towel off me.  I had an inner freak out and left.

On the other side of a lounge near the dance hall was the lone sling room in Man’s Country.  The door was open.  I’d seen slings in videos but never used one.  A hot guy was in it.  He looked right at me and waved me in.  I got hard instantly at the shape of his ass and the obvious use of his hole which had very pronounced ass lips.  I suited up.

“Fuck me as hard as you can.”

I did.  For a long time. 

“Don’t cum in the condom.  Cum on me!” 

I was finally close.  I ripped the condom off and aimed for his ball sack.  The force of my shooting covered his abs instead.  He sighed contentedly.  He now instructed me to put a latex glove on my left hand.  I found the box on the small table next to him.  I did.  Curious. 

“Dip it in the tub of lube.”

I did.  I brought my hand close to him.

“Now use your fingers.”

I did.  One.  Two. 

“More.” 

Four went inside him.  Instinctively, my thumb went to my palm.  He reached down and pulled my hand forward.  It slid right into his ass, his sphincter snapping shut on my wrist.  I had never had a feeling like this before.  Not to mention the mind fuck that my hand was buried in his hot butt.  He instructed me to pull out and push in again.  I was tentative to do it, so he pulled me in a second time.

Then I got it.  I began to really fist him.  He shuddered, telling me to keep going.  That I was doing just what he needed.  He scooped up my load and licked his fingers—and suddenly his whole body convulsed as I witnessed my first assgasm…

*

I checked out with a new clerk.  Right on time.

“Your membership card.  Take it or leave it here?”

I opted to leave it there once he told me many men did that.  “One less thing in your wallet,” he smirked.

I went to my car elated.  I was suddenly tired and slept in the front seat until I felt I could get a late breakfast and head home…

*

Speaking of cards kept on file….

The next time I went back to Man’s Country, I told the attendant my membership was on file.

He pulled out the big recipe box they were stored in and asked my surname.

I told him.

“Here you are,” he said, lifting out a card.  He read the full name on it.

I blushed a deep red and said, no that was my brother.

His jaw dropped and then he began to laugh as he found my card and proceeded to check me in….

Stretching His Hole: Round Three

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"May I Suck that Beauty?"

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