A Cruisy Playspace Re-opens: An Anal Evening (conclusion)

 Lansing—August, 2025

(This picks up where the last post left off…)

I finish my dinner, sitting in my car, and read for a bit.  I drive in search of coffee.  By 8pm, I am ready to go back inside.  The parking lot is now all but full.  In I go.  The man at the desk doesn’t bother to check his list—he remembers me.

The feel has changed.  There is much more of a pronounced air of sexual excitement.  There are two hetro couples in the first lounge watching the bisexual porn and chatting to interested men.  I go to the lounge showing the bad gay porn.  I stroll around the glory hole booths.  A white man, likely in his mid-50’s, beckons me into one of the booths.  He is stroking his dick—and in moments, he is stroking mine. 

And he keeps stroking.  Truly caressing.  But I’d like his mouth on me.  So, to change things up, I start to kneel to suck him.  He stops me.  “No rush,” he tells me.  But he takes the hint and goes down on me.  He’s great.  Guys pass and linger to watch my cock being sucked.  He invites other men to take a turn, but not a single guy does.  They stroke my chest or heft my balls, but no one is brave enough to kneel with the other guy.

I let him keep working on me, warning him I’m not going to shoot anytime soon.  Refreshingly, he is fine with that.  And keeps giving me really good head. 

We finally go our separate ways.  I go back to the other lounge.  Two crossdressers are now here—actively sucking cock on opposite sides of the room.  The hetro couple has vacated the main couch and a cute guy in his thirties is sitting there.  Totally naked, but for designer briefs.  He beckons me over.  I stand at the end of the couch, my hard dick swaying at face level. 

“May I?”

I nod.  He sucks.  He’s good, too.  I sigh with contentment.  He suggests I sit.  I do.  I fondle his growing package as he leans over to continue sucking me.  A stream of men pass us.  All smile or nod or smirk.  One stays, moving to the side of the couch.  He kneads his crotch, but never takes his dick out.  The guys here seem to be total exhibitionists or incredibly private—no in between.

The young guy wants my load.  And tells me so.  I tell him I can’t cum this fast.  He’s not pissed, but not pleased, either.  I let him go for a bit longer, but then escape into the dark room behind us. 

The room is empty.  I sit on the comfortable chair.  I hear a man come in.  He comes around the partition and sees my shadowy form.  Soft light coming through the glory hole shines right on my dick.  He sighs, kneels and takes me to the root.  He is sucking me like a man possessed—and stroking his own cock just as fast.  Suddenly, he straightens up.  He turns slightly so he won’t shoot his load on me.  I squirm around and swallow his dick head just before the blast.  He gasps—then groans out his orgasm.  I swallow a mega pent-up load.  He moans his thanks as I lick him clean…

*

The first guy from after dinner finds me wandering and we sit in the main lounge, on the side couch.  Now he sucks my cock in public.  He loves showing off.  This time there is no trying to get other men to join him.  He’s so good, I just let him work on me as I watch porn or the two CD’s work the room.  We break, only when he needs to go piss.

I wander.  I stumble on a third cross dresser on the fuck bench.  Her blond wig hides her face.  Her short skirt is pulled up.  There is a deliberate tear in the panty hose—exposing a hairy man’s ass up for the taking.

The bench and the sling are both in wire cages so people can watch, but not crowd the action.  I step in.  I stroke the hairy ass.  I get an encouraging moan.  I kneel and begin licking the tight pucker.  I spit and tongue fuck the hot ass.

Guys are surrounding the cage.  One sticks his dick through it—but he’s nowhere close to the CD’s mouth.  I stand up.

“Fuck that ass!” says the guy, pulling his dick back out so he can stroke it.

I enter the tight hole.  I hear a grunt.  But it’s one of approval—and lust.  Soon the CD is panting as I begin a slow in and out.  I all but pull out and drizzle more lube on my cock.  I fuck it into the hungry hole, coating it with slick liquid.  It’s easier now.  I begin a harder fuck.

“Breed that ass,” the guy stroking to us chortles.

“You like cum in your hole?” I ask the CD.

I get no response.  Just more moans. 

The guy watching gestures that he wants to join.  I am fine with that and indicate the entrance behind me.  He comes in.  I slip out of the hairy hole…and he pushes in.  I see some dirt on my cock—and go wash.

They are both gone by the time I come back…

*

I wander.  I check the dark room.  The blond CD is here.  Waiting to suck.  “Here,” I whisper.  This is the first cock who fucked you.”

I don’t even get a murmur.  Just some barely adequate head.  I take off as I hear someone else come in.

I wander.  I have my dick sucked through a glory hole.  I haven’t a clue who it is, other than they moan the entire time.

I find the guy who was first in the evening session, the expert sucker.  He wants some more of my dick.  This time I am standing in the dark room.  He kneels and uses his talented tongue.  I let him be in charge for a bit—and then I fuck his face.  This is new.  He pants louder, not used to not being in control.  I pull out, lift my balls sack up and pull his mouth onto my cock ring there.  “Now lick!”

But he can’t as he’s shooting all over the floor.  I go to my haunches and clean up his cock.  He bats me on the arm and mutters “Thanks…love your dick” before going out the door…

*

I wander.  I’m thinking it’s time to get off and go home.  No one else has gotten on either the sling or the bench.  I sit on the back stairs, behind the glory hole booths, right where I started.  A young man in a puppy mask finds me.  The masks are not my usual thing.  But I can tell he’s slender, medium height, with small hands.

“May I?” he asks.

“Sure…”

He kneels in front of me.  One hand strokes me, the other raises his mask just enough so his mouth is free.  He bends and takes me in his mouth.  I close my eyes so I don’t see the puppy, but just feel the warm, wet mouth.  This kid is good.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  His tongue is active.  He remembers my balls.

He pulls off me, panting.  “Daddy, tell me you fuck with this cock!”

“I do…”

“Fuck me!”

He leads me into one of the currently empty glory hole booths.  He leans on the wall jutting his ass out towards me.  I kneel.  I pull down the jeans, revealing a hot, hairless butt in a designer jock.  I begin to eat his butt.  Hungrily.

He groans.  “It’s so long since anyone’s eaten my ass.  Fuck!!”

This, of course, only keeps my tongue up his butt longer.  He is delicious.  And my tongue is making his ass produce his own lube, he’s so turned on by the invasion into his hole.

I stand up.  My cock slips into him.  He gasps.  One hand goes from the wall to his own dick.  He kneads the pouch, not jerking.

“I want your load, Daddy…” he pants.

“And you’re going to get it…”

I build up the pace.  I am slamming into his cute butt.  The slapping noises of skin on skin fill the little room.

And I’m there.  I push deep—and unload into him.  Every drop my cock can squeeze out.  I hold onto him, letting my cock marinate in his wet butt.  We disengage.  He pulls off his mask altogether to clean my cock.  He works to get every drop.

He stands up.  He’s a handsome young man.  I wonder if he likes to kiss…

He does…sharing the juices he’s just sucked off my cock…

A New Night = New Men

 Near Home—July, 2024

 

I had picked up a short work gig for the middle of July.  It changed my playtime radically as my afternoons were now about the job.  I was finally able to play by Saturday night, a very different time to my usual afternoon bookstore jaunts.  I expected to see new faces.  For better or worse, I certainly did…

 

I open the door.  A trim bear is across the room from me, jerking a very average dick.  Scattered around the room are three cross dressers.  (I use this term deliberately, as it was clear that all three dressed for this occasion—it is not how they lived 24/7.)  I go in and sit.  Two of the CD’s are late 20’s.  They know each other and converse across the room.  The third is a man closer to my age.  All are dressed completely with wigs, skirts, blouses and boots.  One of the young ones takes off almost immediately.    The other younger one idly replaces the bear’s hand on his cock and begins to stroke it.

The older CD stands and struts toward me.  “Like this?” he asks with a wave of his hand down the length of his body.

I shrug.  I support their right to do as they want, but men fully dressed as women really don’t do a thing for me.  He stands next to me.  His cock is getting hard and tents the short, short skirt.  He pulls the fabric up.  He has a nice seven incher.  “Suck me,” he instructs with a shake of his head, making the acrylic curls bounce.

Across the room, the other CD is now on her knees sucking the bear’s cock.

I hesitate—and take the dick in my mouth.  I am rewarded with a pearl of precum.  And a string of instructions in how to suck him.   Nothing I do seem to be right.  My lips are too tight.  Now they are too loose.  No tongue.  Lick me harder.  Suck me off…  He never stops.

I quickly realize it is just something for him to say—but it’s pissing me off.  I know how to suck a dick.  I finally excuse myself and go to the bathroom for a piss.  When I emerge, the older guy is gone—and the younger one is riding the bear’s cock.  In moments, a load is delivered.  They both take off.

I am blissfully alone in the room for about five minutes.  A regular, around my age, comes in.  He sits next to me and pulls out his dick.  We both like that all three holes are being used on the straight screen.  Soon, he stands up and feeds me his cock.  He knows to just let me go to work.  All he does is sigh…

The door opens.  A young white guy in his 30’s comes in, someone I have never seen here.  He sits next to us.  He unzips instantly and strokes, watching us, not the porn.

In a moment I hear, “May I suck you?”

I grunt, around the cock in my mouth.  The young man, with rather shaggy dark hair, kneels and takes my cock deep into his mouth.  I am surprised when the regular pulls out of my mouth and chooses to just watch the new guy work on me.  This young man is great and beats his cock the entire time he sucks.

“Get my balls, too…” I prompt him.

He moves there—and groans at the taste of me underneath my ball sack.  He licks them thoroughly, leaving them wet and dripping with his very viscous spittle.  He licks up the length of my shaft again and devours my whole cock once more.  He begins to make himself choke on me.  I love how his throat contracts around my thickness.  I actually think I might be able to get off in his mouth if he keeps it up.

He suddenly stands.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I lean forward and take his regulation cock in my mouth.  He explodes five or six big blasts of jizz and wilts quickly, becoming very sensitive.  This inspires the older guy to shoot.  He starts for my mouth to give me the load, but most goes on the floor before he reaches me.  I lick him clean, too.

I am alone.  Again.  And stroking. 

The thickly built, bearded Black guy who likes to be in charge of any bottoms he finds here, comes in.  We nod to each other.  He works his phone, off to the side.  In moments, a white guy, early 50’s, gym preserved, and showing off every muscle, comes in, looking at his phone.  His eyes light up when he sees the other man.  He crosses to him and greets and begins to strip.  Well, this is a fuck I want to see.  And I might even get sloppy seconds…

In Charge, opens his fly, and lets the naked but for gym shoes, stud go to his knees.  He slurps loudly on the growing cock.  They are by the gay screen.  I can see everything plainly, but I’m not in their line of vision.  Once the thick cock is wet, Gym Shoes straightens up.  In Charge grabs his hips and turns him.  He buries his bearded face in the man’s ass.  This is something I have never seen him do.  He slobbers until the man is panting.

In Charge stands up.  Gym Shoes kneels on the new, wonderful chairs— his hard as rock ass, presented in all its glory.  In Charge kneels, to lick it once more.  (Fuck, I know that feeling!) He reaches under the guy and he grabs his dick.  Gym Shoes groans and blow his load all over the seat.  In Charge stands up and shoot a load all over the hot ass—never once getting inside the guy.

But they are both totally pleased with themselves.  They go into the restroom together to wash up—and take off.  So much for sloppy seconds…

I stroke for a good ten minutes all alone.  I think about going.  I don’t want to stay to closing if no one else is here.

The door opens.  A white guy, 50’s and well-built comes in.  He is in tan walking shorts, with a matching button-down shirt.  My eyes can’t leave his combat boots.  They are the same as mine.  It is the same look I walked around Fornication Weekend and got so many appreciative stares. 

He sits near me—leaving a chair between us.  He soon pulls out his hardening cock—cut, thick and meaty.

He looks at me.  “I don’t suppose you suck dick, do you?”

“Sure.”

“Would you?  I just don’t want to cum…”

I go to my knees.   Everything is right.  He smells great, with that slight tang of late in the day sweat down there.  His dick is thick, but not so thick I need to worry about my teeth.  He is juicing like crazy.  He rubs my head, enjoying the feel of my closely cropped hair.  Twice he stops me, fearing he’ll shoot.  I keep hoping he’ll given in and give me the load.

But he doesn’t. 

I work harder.  He stops me again.  “I need to shoot this load when I get home,” he tells me. 

I nod and go back to licking his sweaty balls…

Bookstore Saturday Three: "I Need Some More..."

 Jackson—February, 2022

This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…”

 

I take a break and walk around the lounge.  Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch.  I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive.  I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in.  I circle the lounge and end up in the gay end.

The first thing I see is the Marathoner on his hands and knees.  He is giving head to an older man with longer gray hair.  I have seen the Marathoner suck cock before, but it’s not something I think of him doing.  Everyone wants his big tool, so he gives it to them.  Or not.  He has sucked me, but for maybe 45 seconds before grinding his ass in my face.  Here he is acting like a bitch in heat.  He is doing everything he can think of, with his mouth and hands, to get this man off.

I enjoy watching him.  The Marathoner senses something, looks up and sees me.  He is flustered.  He makes some mumbled excuse to the man—and takes off, cramming his own meaty schlong back in his pants.  I don’t see him the rest of the day.  Damn…

I go back into the alcove and stroke.  I hear sex happening behind me.  I turn.  The guy the Marathoner was sucking is now sucking two men standing before him on the couch—from which he’s never moved.  I watch him go back and forth on the two guys.  I focus back on the porn.  An older man steps from the shadows in the far corner next to the screen.  I have seen him here before—he is very sub.  He nods at me.  His hands go behind his back and he kneels in front of me.  I let him work on me until his knees give out.  He goes in search of a man who will give him cum.

 “This place is wild today.”  It’s the Long Haired Guy the Marathoner was sucking.  He comes into the alcove.  “Nice!” he says, seeing my wet cock.  He sucks me enthusiastically, if not well.  When another man comes in and sits on the chair to my left, my new sucker goes to him.  And that’s just fine.

Around the corner clomps another white man in his 40’s dressed up in feminine attire.  No wig.  Just a mini-dress in neon green.  It is a fishnet weave that comes halfway down his thigh.  He has an electric pink thong covering his crotch which you can see with the large weave of the dress over it.

I sigh.  I’ve done my CD moment for the day.

“Fuck, that’s a hot cock.”  She hikes up the dress, pulls the thong aside and sits on my cock.  She is prelubed.  And dammit, she knows how to use her ass.  She rides me, taking poppers and purring. 

“Fuck, my legs…”  She gets up.  So do I.  I tell her to lean into the chair.  I fuck her from behind until she begs me to stop or to cum.  I stop.

She pulls herself together and sashays out of the room.  I go pee and wash up a little…though not for that reason…

*

Men are starting to leave.  I find the subby guy, standing against the wall and jerking.  His eyes are shut tight as he tries for an orgasm.  On a whim, I kneel and take his cock in my mouth.  “Oh, Sir…” he mumbles.  And shoots down my throat.

I go back to the alcove and stroke—afraid that I have waited too long; that I will not find a mouth or ass to use for my load.

A man walks in.  He might be anywhere from 30 to 40.  Black, his hair cropped close to his head.  He is in work clothes.  And hot.  He sits in the other chair and whips out his dick.

“Lunch hour,” he tells me.  We stroke in unison.  Then:  “You suck?”

I nod.  I cross to him and kneel between his legs.  His cock is bigger than average, but not quite as big as mine.  I start with his big balls.  He loves this and tells me so.  I can taste the musk of the work day on him.  It makes my cock drip.  I lick up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth.

“Damn, you know how to do it…”

I suck him happily—aware that his now wet balls are tightening.  He’s so close to giving me his load.

“Wait.  I don’t want to cum yet.”  I pull off him and rock back as he stands.  I tell him to find me when he’s ready.  He thanks me and goes out to the straight porn.  I go back to my chair. 

I stroke. 

Back comes my construction guy.   “I need some more of that mouth.”

I willing give it to him. He stands this time.  I kneel on the floor.  He even fucks my face a little.  His balls tighten again.  I am ready…but again he stops.

“You’re great—but it’s too soon.”

“Whenever,” I tell him.

He goes down to the arcade.

The lounge is empty save for one man who sits rigidly in front of the straight sex porn, watching intently, never touching himself.

I go back to my alcove, resolved to stroke one off.

But I wait, hoping for the construction guy to materialize.

I hear the door to the lounge open. 

I really want his load—which will make me blow, too.  I can hear him coming this way.  But it’s not him—It is a cheerful bear cub.  He has a full beard, a great smile and is caring a vaporizer that looks like a cigar.

“Snap,” he says, pointing at my camouflage pants and then to his own.  He also has some sort of down vest, which he tosses to the floor.  He wastes no time in getting out his dick. 

We stroke.

“Daddy—can I suck that thing?”

“Sure…”

He comes over, kneels and gives me quite good head. The use of his hand on my shaft and tongue on my balls is really making me ready to blow.  Maybe he feels it, too, for he stops. 
“Do you fuck?  I'd really like your cum in my ass.”

“Let me at it.”

He gets up and out of his pants.  The Cub leans into the seat of the chair, arching his butt towards me.  It’s a very hairy ass.  I kneel and begin to tongue his ass crack.  He moans---and tells me to eat him out.  I concentrate on his hole.  I am so ready to drop the load I have been edging for at least four hours.  I spit one last time on his open pucker.  I stand up and push the gob into his hole with my dick.  He gives way easily.  I am halfway into him in one push.

He gasps.

I slow down for the next half.  He eggs me on—“Breed me, Daddy.  I need cum.  Breed me good.”

I begin fucking him in earnest.  It’s going to take no time at all. 

“I’m so close with your big Daddy dick in me.  So close….”

He is not lying.  I can feel his ass tighten around me.  But it’s what I want, too. 

“I’m gonna breed you,” I grunt out.

“Do it.  Breed me good.”

That does it.  I fire into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold onto him tightly.  I can feel his ass clutch at me again—as he unloads on the chair seat.

I pull out. 

He cleans me off.

And gives me his number…

Bookstore Saturday One: "You're a Perv!"

 Jackson—February, 2022

It was the first weekend of February.  On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens.

 

I arrive before noon.  The parking lot is fairly full.  I buy my ticket and head into the lounge.  I do my usual tour.  There are men everywhere.  Some are even having sex.  I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room.  There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs.  I sit, unbutton and get myself hard. 

There is as great vibe in the air today.  Guys are moving around—but they are actually stopping to have sex.  I hear a blow job happening in the bigger room behind me.  I consider going to watch, but a person moves into my room.  I glance up and watch them sit in the other chair.  The first thing I take in is the short pink skirt.  Then the black patterned hose.  Long blonde hair peeks out from under a regular man’s knit snow hat.  A tight black top completes this cross dresser’s ensemble.  His/her face is rugged and very tan with no hint of feminine makeup.

A man comes in, looks from one to the other of us and leaves.  The person in the other chair reaches down and adjusts the goods under the skirt.  I see a flash of garters.   Now thick, manly fingers are stroking a cock, hidden by the dress; the silky pink fabric wraps around the shaft. 

“Hello.” 

I nod in acknowledgement. 

“I…I’m Joyce.”  The voice is deep.  Joyce’s eyes are riveted to my cock.  I make a of show of letting it go, reaching for my water bottle on the floor and taking a long drink from it—my cock at full attention all the time.

Joyce looks up from my dick to my face.  Her tongue comes out and licks her unmade up lips. 

I look at her.  “You want this dick don’t you?”

Joyce’s hand moves faster.

I get up, slowly stroking my cock, letting my hand work every inch of it.

“You want this in your mouth?”

Joyce nods.

“Say the words.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“What?”

“I want to suck your cock.  Please.”

Our voices have drawn two men to the archway to watch us. 

I move over, closer to Joyce.  “Open your mouth.”

Her right hand is going a mile a minute on her cock now—just with the anticipation. 

My cock slaps her cheek, leaving a tiny patch of cock snot on the tanned cheek.  I notice the very wide, very gold wedding ring on his/her left hand.

Joyce opens her mouth.  I pull back.  And slap her cheek with my cock once more.  She opens wider.  I relent and stick my cock in her mouth.  Her hand goes crazy down below.  Her cock emerges, a thick seven incher.  Her blow job is adequate.  I take over and fuck her face.

“This what you wanted?”

She grunts an affirmative around the mass of cock in her mouth.

The hotter of the two men in the archway is now openly stroking.

“Suck me good…and get yourself off,” I mutter. 

Joyce does.  She is close.

I hold onto the knit hat and thrust a little deeper.

Her hand jacks faster yet.

“Cum on your little pink dress…”

Joyce groans…and shoots—so strongly her load sails over the skirt and hits her black top.  The whiteness of the jism looks great on the black fabric.  I pull out of her mouth. 

Joyce is spent.  She nods at me, and pulls herself together.  She picks up a shopping bag, where I can see a pair of overalls.  I watch her wobble down the hall to the bathroom to change back into everyday clothes.

The hot man who stroked to us, zips up with a “You’re a prev!” and takes off.

Yeah, I am—but one who knows how to make somebody’s fantasy come true…

*

There is a lot more to come…

The man with the eraser nipples

The tall, dark and handsome cocksucker

The Marathoner

The man in the fishnet body stocking

The bearded boy in camo pants

Mouths are used and asses filled…

I will try for a daily chapter…