A Lucky Friday the 13th

 Near Home—June, 2025

It was Friday the 13^th.  I had an anything but unlucky day at my usual bookstore.  Lots of men—and each generated a very different feel…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  The Talker has told me he likes to call it ‘my throne.’  I do have a great view of the porn and the whole room.  And anyone who cares to, can see my cock come out, harden and beckon the willing.  Almost instantly, an older man answers the siren call of my big dick.  He sits next to me.  I place him instantly; he is the gentleman who loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick it clean of my copious precum.  He toys with me—and licks.  His soft hands feel great on my cock.  It is a relaxing moment.

Shaved Head comes from one of the three seats behind me.  I turn and see Shy One giving head to the Latino who never cleans out.  Shaved Head kneels in front of me.  He has been sucking me for a good two years now.  I have never given him a load.  He does it for the pleasure of having a big dick in his mouth.  It is, as always, a great buddy suck.  He continues until his knees wear out.

The older man next to me watches intently.  Does he wish that was him on his knees?  I can’t tell.  Suddenly he gets up and goes—just before Shaved Head finishes up.  He goes and waits by the door for Shy One to finish—a reversal of how it usually happens.  I hear the Latino moan…and figure they will be out the door in moments.  Shy One joins him, all smiles.  They go out as two new men come in.

One I vaguely recognize.  He is my age and still wears his hair in the long and shaggy fashion of his days in high school.  He sits one seat away from me.  The other man is also my age and his hair is also long and rather stringy.  He has a ballcap on to disguise the receding hairline.  He sits next to me.

He takes out his cock and strokes it hard with his left hand.  He reaches to his right, where the other newcomer is hard, too.  Ball Cap gives him a slow and leisurely hand job.  He suddenly lets go of his own dick and knocks my hand away from mine.  He strokes me.  His grip is tighter than I like, but not so tight I need to stop him.  He jerks us in unison.

Just as swiftly, after few moments, he stands up and goes quickly to the restroom.  Long Hair moves over into the vacated seat.  He nods to me and turns in his seat so he can use his right hand on my cock.  He strokes it just how I like it with a light grip and with varying speeds.  I even reach over and stroke him—something I rarely bother to do.

He suddenly stops and whispers: “Do you ever let yourself get sucked?”

If he only knew.   I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It is very tentative, but not bad.  And he is incredibly needy.  He desperately wants to get me off.  He works hard.  I suggest he licks my balls.  He does.  Delicately.  Not really savoring the full flavor of them on his warm June day.  He goes back to my cock.  He works with renewed vigor, beating his own cock relentlessly as he sucks.

He stands up.  His knees needing to get off the hard floor.  His slightly thicker than average cock bounces in front of me.  I lean forward and take him in his mouth.  He is so surprised he gasps.  And in seconds, the cock that he flailed so hard goes off, giving me a thick load.  I swallow it all.  I think this surprises him, too.  He goes off to wash up and piss.

I stroke, using his very slippery spit on my cock.   I watch two very young men, off to the side, take turns on each other.  You can feel their lust for each other from across the room.

Near the young men is a guy in late 40’s.  He has taken out a thick dick to beat along with the young cocksuckers.  He nods to me.  I nod back.

The door opens.  Gym Built, the guy who loves to have his nuts crushed, comes in.  This is the day it really sinks in that he is showing up on Fridays hoping to find me here—as I know what to do to get him off.  He sits in the chair next to me.  Suddenly he stands and his walking shorts and boxer briefs fall around his ankles.  He strokes with one hand and pulls his nuts with the other. 

I go to the floor.  I suck his cock.  I pull on his ball sack.  I crush his hairy orbs between my two palms.  I have detailed my playing with him enough times to condense it here.  The vibe is intense concentration to get him off.  We both work hard at it.  It takes some time.  When I started, the guy in his 40’s was intrigued.  Now it’s taken so long, he’s found his own private porn on his phone.

A groan brings me back to Gym Built.  He’s on the edge.  The first spurt hits his navel.  The rest is swallowed by me.  I clean up his cock and find the stray jizz as he pants, coming down from the poppers.  He squeezes my shoulder by way of thanks—and takes off without a rinse or a piss.

I sit.  I hope, frankly, the big cocked guy in his 40’s will make the move.  I need a man on my cock right now.  He waves me over.  He has progressed from just having his cock out to now having his pants around his ankles.  I get up and go.  I stand in front of him, my cock right at his mouth level.  He ignores it.  “Suck me,” he hisses.

I am fine with that.  Once I have a load in my mouth, I always want more.  And I have swallowed two now.  I kneel.  His cock is thick.  The cock head has a slight upwards curve to it.  I have to really watch my teeth.  And this guy is demanding.  He removes my hand cradling his nuts. (Does he think I am going to do to him what I did to Gym Built?)  I swallow him down and instantly, before I can establish any kind of suck rhythm, he is fucking my face with upward thrusts.

He grabs my shoulders so I can’t move.  I just stay still and let him fuck my mouth.  My tongue, is of little use.  He let’s go of me with his right hand, keeping me in place with his left.  With just one hand he opens his poppers, takes a massive hit and seals them again.  If he was thrusting hard before, that was nothing.  The vapors make him pummel me—harder and deeper.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes me down so his cock is always in my throat.  Two or three more pumps and he is erupting.  I can’t taste anything, he is so deep.  As he lets go, and I slowly pull off him, I get one small drop of his sweet jizz on my tongue.  He all but pushes me away as he stands up, and pulls up his pants.

I sit in my chair to catch my breath.

The crowd has thinned.  Soon I am the only man here.

The door opens.  A young man, likely mid-thirties, comes in.  I have seen him before.  He is mixed race, thin, and handsome.  Once again, he sits where he can see me across the room.  I wait for him to take out his phone.  He does.  He checks it, turns it off and, to my surprise, gets up and walks over to me. 

“Suck you?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

His shorts drop to his ankles.  He has no underwear on.  The white A-shirt looks even whiter on his thin chest.  He kneels and begins taking me into his mouth.  I so want him to be good.  I want to give him my load.  But he’s eager, at best.  There is a moment of a tooth on my flared head.  Nothing consequential, but enough to make me wince.  He gets up, all apologetic, and sits next to me.

“I don’t do that much,” he whispers.

I nod.  I glance at his crotch.  His own cock has not hardened at all.  His dick looks tiny, covered with a very large foreskin.  The teacher in me comes out.  “Let me show you…”

I kneel. I carefully cover my teeth.  My tongue goes to work on him.  He gasps.  I pull off him.  His cock has grown from small to very average.  I lick his fragrant balls.  He groans and says something that sounds like a compliment in Spanish.  I go back to his cock.  It keeps growing.  It is now a hot, thick seven incher.  My tongue works the foreskin back.  His breathing becomes rapid.  His cock has grown more.  It is now at least as big as mine.  I pull off to admire it—and do his balls again.  This time, I work a wet finger along his ass crack and the seat until it finds his pucker.  I play around it. I don’t go in.

His breathing becomes ragged; he gasps for air.  I really want to hear him say “Fuck me!” but he doesn’t.  My finger keeps exploring as my mouth takes his now big dick deep into my throat.  As I pull off for air, he pants, “I’m…” and begins shooting.  It is the biggest load of the day.  Thick and creamy.  I clean him up.

He is thrilled—and a little embarrassed—as he pulls himself together.  I consider jerking myself off, but decide to save it.  Tomorrow is the group that meets at the other bookstore on the second Saturday of the month.   I am confident I can find someone there who will want it…

A Wet Cock, a Hot Ass, and a Twisted Ball Sack

 My Playroom—June, 2025

I had a text from Kieran, the married guy with the great mouth.  He wanted to come to the playroom to be used.  He was free on Thursday, a day that he usually can’t get away.  I agreed.  The meet started really well.  He sat on the bed and I stood before him.  He gave me really great head.  But he wanted more.  So we switched to the sling.  I fucked for a moment, and quickly discovered he’d rushed his clean out.  (Perhaps hard to take the time required with a wife around.)  He was uncomfortable about using my cleaning equipment.  After a thorough wash, we tried to go back to just oral…but the spell had been broken…

We called it a day.

 

Near Home—June, 2025

Now it was Friday, usually a good day at the bookstore.  I arrived right around 1:30pm…

I enter the dark room.  It feels darker after the bright sunny day outside.  My usual seat is empty.  The cock sucking couple is here.  I nod to Shy One, sitting near the entrance, watching his partner give head to a man in the back corner.  I sit down and take out my swelling cock.  I hope that Shy One will get me started, but he doesn’t move.

Instead, the old man who loves to run a finger over my piss slit and lick himself clean, moves to sit next to me.  Moments later, his soft hand plays with my slit.  And again, until I produce the juices he longs to taste.  My balls give him what he wants.  He licks himself clean and he sighs.

Another man, slightly older than me, and one I have not seen here before, gets up.  He kneels in front of me, now that he sees I am open to play.  He leans in to suck the head of my cock while his right hand grasps the shaft.  Too tightly.  I wince.  He eases up, but only slightly.  He proceeds to jerk my dick, thinking I’ll shoot in the next 30 seconds as his mouth is on me, too.

Nicely, I tell him his mouth feels great, but not the hand.  He removes his fist, takes me a little deeper in his mouth and decides not to bother with my dick at all.  He gets up and sits down, glaring at the other older man who is fingering my piss slit again.

I hear a repressed groan from behind us.  Shaved Head has gotten the load from the man he’s been sucking.  After a few minutes of recovery time, Shaved Head shows up at my shoulder.  He hefts my dick, kneels and begins sucking me in earnest.  I like the idea that another man’s load is still, at least partially, on his tongue.  He works me hard, but his knees tire, before I could possibly give him a second load.  He gets up and the couple go off for a late lunch.

I sit and stroke.  The old man next to me makes just occasional swipes of my slit, now.  Still turned on by my taste.  Finally, he leaves.  The guy with the grip of death leaves a few minutes later.  There are two other men here, but I don’t know either.  One, of course, on his phone—the other avidly watching the straight porn.  I choose to just jerk for the moment.  A long one.  It’s at least 15 minutes until the door opens.

It's Cute College Kid.  Perfect.  He sits next to me and takes out his cock.  I haven’t seen him since I finally loaded his ass.  I hope he wants me inside him again.

He smiles at me again, and leans down, rather awkwardly from his chair seat, to suck my cock.  It’s a bad angle, but he’s cute and enthusiastic.  He straightens up, just as my cock is nicely juicing.

“Suck me,” he whispers.

I go to my knees and take his cock into my mouth.  The moment I have him buried in my throat, he pulls me off him.  “Let’s move.” And he points to the seats in the back corner.  He’s never been shy before—and the two men in the room have barely looked at us.  But we move.  He strips off his pants before he sits down.  I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He uses his hands to hold me in place when I go deep.  This is different.  He feels very demanding today.  I don’t mind, but it’s surprising.  I lick up the length of his shaft.  His prick is dripping profusely.  I clean him up.

“Balls,” he tells me.

I am happy to lick the fragrant orbs.  They have been out in the hot weather for a good portion of the day.  I suckle them clean.  I lift them and lick his perineum.  He groans and pulls me back up to his balls.  Again, I move under them, my tongue headed to his ass hole.

“Not yet,” he commands.  He’s getting off on telling me what to do.  I’m just fine with that.  He directs me to suck his cock some more.  I do.  I can feel he’s close.  He senses it to.  He pulls me off his dick and stands up.  “Eat me.”

He turns and kneels on the chair seat.  I bury my face in his crack.  Instantly his left hand comes back and hold my head in place, his right being busy on his cock.  I lap at his crack and try to burrow into his hole.  He releases me and lets me slobber all over his pucker.  I grease up my cock as I do it.  Finally, I know I need to fuck.  I stand up and try to push into him.

“No,” he hisses squirming away from me, “not with those guys here.”

He’s never cared about an audience.  I go back to my knees.  I am quite happy tongue fucking his hole.  And so is he.  Suddenly, he moves around, desperate to feed me his load.  He turns just in time to let me take his cock into my mouth.  I am rewarded with a gushing of sperm down my throat.  He groans.  I clean up his dick.  He’s still hard.  Always good for two.

“You can fuck me in the bathroom.”

I hate using the restroom for private play.  It’s too bright and rude for the men who have to actually use it.  I make an ambiguous noise.  I go back to sucking his cock, knowing round two usually happens quite quickly.  But in a few minutes, his dick goes down.  Spent.  “Sorry, I gave you all I got…”

He reaches for his clothes and takes off.

I move back to my seat and jerk.  I wait.

Gym Built, who is all about CBT, comes in.  He sees me and sits next to me.  From someone I saw occasionally, he’s suddenly a regular. “Hoped you’d be here,” he whispers.  He loses his pants.

 I suck his hard cock for a moment, but then concentrate on pulling and stretching his ball sack as he works his shaft.  I begin to crush his nuts between my two palms.

He groans.  He beats faster.

I take his dripping cock into my mouth.  Briefly.  I know what he needs to get off.

Stretch.  Crush.  Stretch.  Crush.  Take them into my mouth and soothe them with my tongue.

Repeat.  Over and over

Gym Built huffs his poppers.  I start stretching again the moment they hit.  His hand moves in a blur on his cock.  I begin the crushing process…and he starts to shoot.  I lean in and get the second blast and all the rest.  He pants as I clean him up.

“Damn,” he says as he pulls on his shorts.  “You are the only guy who knows how to do it.”

I smile, still tasting his load on my tongue…

"Make Me Drip with It!"

 Near Home—May, 2025

I was very busy with ‘life’ things in May.  It seemed like I never had time to arrange a session in the playroom.  Instead, I used the bookstore.  I had a number of shorter visits there.  I may group some of them together.  This one is good enough to stand alone…

 

Monday afternoon.  I never go on Monday, as the guys have all been there on the weekend.  But it’s the only time I have.  The room is empty but for one man.  He has his dick out as I sit down.  Instantly he begins talking.  To me and to the woman on the screen.  “Aw, I thought you’d take it in your ass.  You tease.  Didn’t it look like he was going up her ass…??”

Now he begins pacing around the room.  Is he showing off his hardon?  I can’t tell.  It is an average sized cock with a slightly bigger head than usual.  I wonder again if I’m supposed to say something about it.  Offer to suck him?  But he grabs his jacket, tucks his cock in his pants and leaves with “I’ll be back…”

A promise he doesn’t keep.

A cross dresser arrives and sits alone over to the side.  I use that term as I can’t imagine, from the slapdash way the outfit (and especially the wig) is thrown together that he/she would be trans. 

On His Phone comes in and sits alone, swiping his screen.

I sigh.  I am ready to go right now…

The Voyeur comes in.  I end up with his dick in my mouth.  I even get a partial load.

And now things turn around.  Gym Built arrives.  He makes a beeline to sit next to me.  I go to the floor and begin to suck—but more importantly, to crush his nuts.  The Voyeur can’t believe his eyes.  He loves how I am (mis)treating Gym Built.  Even On His Phone gets off of it and comes to stroke to my abuse of this well-built, hairy man.  I pull his ball sack out and away from his body.  He moans.  I crush his nuts between the palms of my two hands as he jerks.  He gasps and begins to pant.  I suck his cock as my left hand finds his nut sack and pulls straight down until he is mewling with pain/pleasure.  I do it all again and again.  Gym Built can’t stop moaning.

I come up for air, still pulling his balls.  He strokes his cock and it erupts.  I lean forward and take his load in my mouth.  He groans and lets me clean him up.  He gently tucks his balls away, squeezes my shoulder and takes off having gotten exactly what he wanted.

I sit back down.  An older Latino arrives.  I used to see him all the time in the old set up, but I think this is the first I have bumped into him in the new space.  He strips naked, stowing his clothes under the chair next to mine and begins to suck me.  I relax and let him go to work after all my exertions on Gym Built.

A hot shaved headed guy in his late 30’s comes in and makes for On His Phone (likely sourced from that ever-present phone.)  I watch him suck OHP as I enjoy the mouth on me.  This young man gets OHP off easily, who then quickly leaves.  The shaved head hottie comes over and watches my cock being sucked.  He unzips.  His cock is thin, with a nice curve to it.  I nod to him and he sticks it in my mouth.

He is a great precummer.  I keep swirling it around his cock head.  He groans. 

We all shift around.  Now the shaved head guy is in my chair.  I am in his mouth, thrusting away, and the Latino is on the curved cock I was just sucking.  We get a little noisy.  This turns the Voyeur on no end—who is stroking off to the side.

We make another rotation.  The Latino sits. The Hottie sucks the cock he hasn’t had yet, kneeling in front of him.  I am more than fine feeding the Latino my cock once more.  We slurp and sigh, lick and moan.  No one is in a hurry to get off.  We finally take a break, all three of us, quite contented.

The Latino goes over sucks the Cross Dresser.  The Hottie goes to piss. 

The outer door opens and in come a man who was here and watched me fuck the guy who told me not to shoot in his ass, but still had me up his butt three times (see Can I Ride That?)  I didn’t talk about him as I had no dealings with him.  He is likely in his 40’s and a good paying customer at his local gym.  He wears a tee with the sleeves ripped off, exposing his biceps that are almost as big as my thighs.  His chest makes the fabric taut, outlining all his hours of work.  His face is handsome, and he has a mass of dark blond hair. 

He's hot.  And he wants my dick.

“I saw you the other day and missed out,” he says softly, leaning into my ear.  “Let me suck that.”  He sits in a chair and indicates I should stand in front of him.  I do.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck!  I have had good mouths on me all day, but this guy is special.  It’s a thick tongue in a bigger than average cavity.  And does he know how to suck.  I envision him in the locker room at the gym, sucking off every body builder there before they hit the showers… 

I come back to reality.  He is working just my cock head with his tongue.  He reams the piss slit, making me drool.  Now he’s taking half my length, teasing me just before I really go down his throat.  He pulls off and licks my balls.  That massive tongue makes me squirm in pleasure.  There is as much muscle there as on the rest of him.

He takes my full length.   Quickly and to the root.  His deep throating is amazingly effortless.  He chokes on purpose to give my cock an additional massage with his throat.  He comes up for air, but keeps just the head in his mouth.  Then it’s back down, deep throating all my inches—and choking.  This time as he pulls off me, there are gorgeous strands of deep throat spittle.  His fingers twist them around and around my wet cock.  He swallows my coated cock again.  Now pulling off with new pearly strands of spit.

Wet and wonderful.

I urge him to do it all again.  He does.  He can’t get enough of my thick dick.

I feel my balls tighten.  He sees them do it.  He licks them once more.  Pulling them up, once they are spit coated, to lick under them.  That thick tongue against my cock ring makes me groan.

“You want my load?”

His answer is to rip off his tee shirt.  “Cover my chest.  Make me drip with it!”

I am surprised, but I am so close I don’t care.  I fire blast and blast.  My cum clings to his chest hair.  He instantly begins massaging my load into his massive pecs.  I wipe the last drop on his lip.  His tongue finds it. He swirls it with his spit and drools it out of his mouth to join the wet, viscid load now matting his chest…

Mixing the Loads

 Near Home—April, 2025

I went to the bookstore on the first Thursday of the month.  As I don’t usually go on that day of the week, I wasn’t sure if it was an active day or not.  I found a bunch of reliable fuckbuds looking to play…

 

I nod to Shy One, sitting near the entrance.  He nods back.  I see his partner sitting near the gay screen.  I sit in my usual chair and look around.  I see three or four men I don’t know and three or four I do.  Shaved Head gets up the moment I have my cock out and hard.  He gives me the first head of the day.  He remembers to lick my balls.  I notice, in the darkest corner, Kieran, the married guy with a great mouth, is here.  I am hoping he will use his skills on me, but he seems slightly put out that another man is on my dick.

Shaved Head finishes up.   His knees have lasted a little longer than usual.  He joins Shy One and the couple go out the door for a late lunch.  A man who looks familiar gets up from over near Kieran.  He walks towards me and I think he’s about to suck me, but he walks past my seat and sits in the chair off to the side behind me.  I hear him unzip and the unmistakable sound of a slick hand on a wet dick.

I give him another moment before I turn and look at him.  He is a handsome guy, likely in his 50’s, who in his prime obviously frequented the gym.  His arms are huge, his chest defined and the t-shirt he wears only enhances the look of them.  As I look back at him, his hand leaves his dick, inviting me to take over.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I take his slightly larger than normal cock into my mouth.  He sighs and I begin to pleasure him.

I spend a fair amount of time on his head and shaft before I move to his big, low hangers.  He groans the moment my tongue touches them.  I bathe them with my spit before licking them clean.  As I work up his shaft again, he grabs his own balls and gives them a twist.  Well, fuck, this is the guy I christened Gym Built who loves his balls manhandled.  I haven’t seen him in a year and half, so never in this new space.  I take his balls in hand and slowly work them progressively harder as I continue sucking his cock.

I hear the door open, but don’t bother to look up.  Whoever comes in walks behind me and stops, then moves to the chair next to Gym Built.  I hear the guy unzip and the sound of pants coming all the way off.  I look up.  It’s Cute College Kid getting naked. 

I stand up, giving my knees a break.  CCK kneels in front of me and sucks my cock.  I am standing right next to Gym Built, so after he’s gotten me good and wet, I gently push him towards Gym Built’s dick. CCK happily goes back and forth between the two hard, drooling cocks.  I notice that CCK is on all fours; his small naked ass jutting out behind him.  The next time he switches to Gym Built, I move behind him and begin rimming his hot little hole as he sucks.  Gym Built groans at the visual.  CCK moans at a tongue invading his ass.  I keep spitting and tonguing it deep into his ass.

The door opens and in comes Julian, the likely 40-ish, hot blond I have used here so often.  He sees me eating ass and smirks.  And takes off all his clothes.  He sits and watches the three of us, stroking himself hard.

I move up from Cute College Kid’s ass to sharing Gym Built’s cock and balls.  I work GB’s balls when it’s not my turn to suck.  CCK eyes the ball manipulation, but doesn’t try it.  The idea of two men working his dick and having his balls pulled and crushed all at the same time is too much for Gym Built.  He starts to shoot.   CCK is right there to get most of the load.  He pulls my head down so I can taste some of the jizz as well.  Everybody is very happy…

Gym Built pulls himself together as CCK and I kiss.

“Come suck my dick,” Julian whispers from where he’s sitting.  CCK crawls over.  Once again, he makes sure to have his ass out.  I move to lick his ass, very aware I have some of Gym Built’s cum in my mouth.  I get his hole good and slippery as CCK takes Julian to the root.

I move so my cock slaps Cute College Kid’s ass.  He moans.  My cockhead finds his wet pucker.  CCK twists away.  I am surprised, but realize he might not have prepped for a fuck this trip.  Instead, I stand up and push my cock into Julian’s mouth.

All three of us are cock hungry.  CCK stands up and offers his dick to Julian so that he can go back on forth between our cocks.  I finally go to my knees and suck Julian as he continues with CCK in his mouth.  All three of us constantly change from sucker to suckee and back again.  It’s fluid.  And hot.

I have ended up on my knees, tucked into the corner of the back wall.  The two of them are standing, taking turns in my mouth.  Cute College Kid suddenly pushes in while I am sucking Julian.  Their cockheads touch.  CCK thrusts a little to bang his smaller cock into Julian’s cock head repeatedly, all while my tongue is trying to work both of them.  It’s too much for him.  CCK explodes, coating Julian’s cock.  It drips down my throat for a millisecond before my tongue is cleaning him and licking all his seed off the other dick.  He pulls out, every cock nerve on edge.  He grins and begins to get dressed.

“Use that cum for my hole,” Julian mutters.  He pulls away and kneels on a chair.  There is not much left in my mouth, but I love the thought.  I move behind him and eat him out, spitting the viscid spittle on his ass.  My tongue pokes it deep.  He is panting at the idea of being lubed up with CCK’s cum.  I hear him jerking himself as I rim him deeply.  Making him very wet.

I need to fuck.  Right now.  I stand up and insert my cock.  It glides into his ass.  There was more jizz in my mouth than I realized.  “Fuck…” I hiss.

“Damn…” groans Julian.  “You feel even bigger.”

And maybe I am, it has been such a hot session.

I begin to fuck.  I try to start slow.  But I can’t keep it that way.  “I could blow any minute,” I mutter.

“Do it!  Seed me good!!”

I pick up the paste.  The sounds of my wet crotch pounding into him fill the room.  I fleetingly wish Cute College Kid had hung around to see the breeding.  Maybe I could get him to felch…

And that thought does it.  I unload.  Blast after blast.  I flood Julian’s ass.  And I love knowing it’s not just my cum up his butt…

Guest Writer: Anal Ordinance Testing

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Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)

 My Playroom—August, 2024

It had been a long time.  Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom.  He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair.  He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling.  He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space.   I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass.

 

Jake sits on the bed.  He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play.   I step forward.  He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth.

Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue.  I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so.  The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock.  He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls.  They are left wet and dripping.  One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass.

He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker.  It all but pulls me into him.  I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil.  Surprisingly, I don’t linger there.  I want to fuck him.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors.  His eyes are closed in concentration.  I give him every inch.  I hold—and begin to move.  In and out.  Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder.  It relaxes.  In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock.  I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I grease it up with my cock still in him.   I slip out and push the toy into place. 

Jake groans.  I add my cock back in, with the toy above it.  Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments.  I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me.  This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock.  But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it.

Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean.  Jake’s eyes light up.  He loves ass to mouth.  He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh.  I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it.

I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth.  The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more.

We switch to the sling.  I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep.  I fuck him.  Slow and leisurely.  I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch.  And again.  I reach for the nearest toy.  It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me.  Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him.  He takes every inch.  He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body.

I pull it out.  I fully grease up left hand.  With little effort I am inside him.  All of it.  I twist it out and do it again.  I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft.  He loves this, and takes it deep.  I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg.

I fist him once more.

Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis.  I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy.  He loves the extra girth around my already large dick.  He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me.

I go thru the toy chest.  The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me.  Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft.  I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper.

I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling.  It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed.  It is made of a very hard material.  And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it.  He takes it easily.

We break for water and tea.

Jake gets back on the bench.  I use most of the toys on him again.  Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position.  Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left.  I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass.

Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before.  He puts his testicles inside.  He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them.  We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body.

I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down.  The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it.  I work them until I have it really tight on him.

“Now hit it.”

I do, with my fist.  It’s not enough.

“We need a mallet.”

I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone.

It makes an ideal hammer.  I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box.  Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder.  I do.  Over and over.

We finally stop and take off the crusher.  We’ve been playing for over 2 hours.  He gets back in the sling.  I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop…

 

Here are all the toys used.

Jake wrote up this play session, too.  I have kept it in my email, unread by me.  I will post it tomorrow.

Twisting the Balls That Feed Me

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