A Hot Ass to the Rescue

 Near Home—January, 2026

 

I was looking forward to the house party to the north of me.  But on the Friday before, yet another snowstorm moved in as temperatures dropped.  It was wisely cancelled.  As I got up on the Saturday morning, it was 16 degrees below zero. 

I made an extra cup of tea and thought about what I might do to get rid of my raging hard on.  I checked with a couple of regulars—but they were busy or content to be house bound.  The temperature slowly climbed.  After lunch it reached a whopping seven degrees.  I drove, carefully, to the bookstore…

 

There are more men here than cars in the lot.  Did they carpool?  My usual chair is available.  The six men here watch me unzip.  I harden up, all eyes on me.  The only man who has his dick out is a vaguely attractive white guy around my age.  He stands up and walks over.  He offers me his half hard cock to suck.  I nod and take him in my mouth.  The guy breaks open a bottle of poppers and his cock wilts—as the man never takes the brown bottle from his nostril.

He moans as if I am giving him excellent head.  He sees my cock, bats my hand away and gives it a stroke.  Then his grip tightens to a death grip—and he twists.  I actually yelp out loud.  He can’t figure out what he’s done.  I tell him he gripped too hard and my cock is not to twisted.  His response is to go outside and have a cigarette.

When he comes back in, he ditches his coat on a chair and comes back to my side.  He vaguely apologizes and we try again.  Two minutes into round two, he does the exact same thing.  This time I am louder—and tell him to never touch me again.  Through his popper befuddled mind, he still doesn’t understand.  He grabs his coat and leaves.

I fume.  Why did I come?

Another man comes over.  He is older, white and small framed.  He asks to suck me, but he can’t kneel on the hard floor.  I tell him I can fuck his face.  He sits in the chair next to mine and pulls out his tiny, soft dick.  I stand up and feed him mine.  This is better.  I encourage him to open a little more.  Either he can’t or he can’t hear me.  I spend a little more time fucking his face, but it’s not comfortable.  I keep hitting his canines—and I don’t want to shred my dick.

I pull out.  He’s never gotten hard, but he seems pleased at the face fuck.

I sit back down.  I stroke.

Two new men come in—a larger white guy and a cute young Latino.

It takes a while, but the larger guy finally comes over and asks to suck me.  I nod.  He goes to his knees.  His larger mouth is great—and he has a very busy tongue.  I relax and let him go to work.  Suddenly, he whimpers and decides to nibble on my pronounced helmet head.  I instantly tell him to stop.  He sighs—and says he should have asked.  I go into the bright fluorescent light of the restroom to inspect for damage.  There is none.

I go back and sit, stroking a little gingerly until I’m sure everything feels normal.  The big guy has left.  There is only the young Latino and one other guy on his phone.  The Latino pulls out his cock.  Even across the room, I can tell it’s a beautiful dick—an uncut seven incher.

He nods to me.  I stand up and go over.  It feels safer, after all the other men, for me to do the sucking.  I go to my knees and take him into my mouth.  He moans and pulls his fly open a little wider.  I work hard trying to get his foreskin to retract, but it doesn’t.  He is precumming like crazy—sweet and sticky.

I pull off his cock and begin tonguing his slightly musky nuts.  He groans and begins jerking himself as I keep on lapping.  I suck them carefully into my mouth.  I lick under them.  As I try to work up the shaft, he suddenly stands up and begins to fuck my face.  The foreskin disappears and his cock head finally comes in contact with my tongue.  He has to work hard not to blow his load.

He pulls out of my mouth.  He sits to catch his breath and I sit back down, too.

“You remember you fucked me?” he whispers.  (As if the guy on his phone was spying on us.)

I don’t recall it at all, but agree that I do.  I had thought he was vaguely familiar when I saw him—but I see so many men here—and certainly don’t play with all of them.  There is a whole troupe of guys who we are nothing but nodding acquaintances from here.

I ask if he’s prepared for fucking.

He is.  He stands up and steps out of his pants and underwear.  He leans against the pole that is in the middle of the room, jutting out his fleshy ass towards me.  I kneel behind him.  I pull apart his generous cheeks and begin licking his slightly gaping pucker.  He groans.  I begin a true tongue fuck.  He works his dick in time to my penetration of his hole.  His butt is driving me crazy.  I need to get my dick inside him.  I stand up and slap it on his cheeks.

“Fuck me with that big raw cock,” the Latino moans, letting me know just how he wants me inside him.  I slip inside.  I can’t stop until my pubes are grinding against his butt hole.  He stops jerking and pants.  I wait a few more seconds and begin to fuck.

He groans and begins to stroke himself.  “I want your load in my ass,” he mumbles.  

I pick up the pace.   It is not going to be a long fuck.  I can feel my nuts tightening already.  He is so damn cute—and has great ass skills.  He is clenching down on me with every other stroke.

“Breed me, Papi!  Make me fucking pregnant…”

I fuck him harder.  I really want to eat his hole again—but my cock is telling me to stay in place.  A few more strokes and I am howling out my orgasm and filling his butt with jizz.  He jerks harder and cums on the floor while I am still marinating in his ass.  I love the squeeze of his ass, milking me even more as he cums.

I slide out and kneel.  I taste his wet hole and catch a strand of cum trying to escape.  I push it back into him.  He turns and offers me his dripping dick to clean.  I dig my tongue into his jizz flavored foreskin…

And the guy on his phone never looks up…

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…

Wonderous Beard Visits the Playroom

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

Remember the man with the wonderous beard—the guy who gave me excellent head at the bookstore and left his number on my windshield?    I made contact with him that night.  It took a little work as the last digit was rather scrawled and it could have been a 1, 2 or 7.  I hit on the right one (eventually) and he was excited I had followed through.  He told me he lived in northern Michigan, but really wanted to make the long drive to the playroom so he could feel my cock in both his holes.  I didn’t try to dissuade him.  I wanted a re-match myself.

Mark made the trip on the first Wednesday of the new year.  I set things up in the shower for him as I knew his drive was long enough that he’d want to refresh his clean out.  He arrived, spent some quality time in the shower and was soon ready to go downstairs.  I showed him the way, having given him the extra bathrobe I keep for visitors.  I laid down on the bed.  He tossed the robe on the chair and crawled between my spread legs...

 

His beard is all over my thighs as he licks my balls.  Then it is caressing my nuts as he takes my shaft into his mouth.  There are certain men who just seem born to suck dick—and Mark is one of them.  He knows all the tricks to make my dick throb and drool. 

Now he’s fully aware of the huge mirror that runs the length of the bed, just like a bathhouse.  He watches himself take every inch of my cock.  He groans as he hits the base, sending shivers through me.  He inches off me—and gasps for air.

He does it all again.

And again.

Now he swings his lower body around towards my head.  I think for a moment he wants to 69.  Nope, he stops with his hips near my shoulder.  He is adjusting the angle for an even deep descent on my wet dick.  I moan as he bottoms out on me.  I am so firmly encased in his throat muscles.  He makes himself swallow. I feel the ripple down the length of my cock.  Damn!  He comes up for air.  Panting.

“Will you throat fuck me?”

I get up and he hangs his head over the edge of the bed.  I do a slight squat and begin fucking his face.  I give him three or five strokes and pull all the way out to let him get some air.  Again.  And once more.  I thrust deep and hold until he chokes on my cock and I pull out the long strands of deep throat spittle.  I wrap them around my cock and fuck his face as deeply as I can.

I tell him to get on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  It’s time to give my mouth a workout.  I try to give him just as much pleasure as he gave me as I lick his ass crack and tongue fuck his hole.  Soon enough, I stand up and slide into the loosened pucker I’ve been eating.  He gasps—and takes me easily.  I am completely buried in his ass.

“You feel soooo good,” he croons.

I hold for a moment and begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  All the way in.  All the way out.  Over and over.

I point out the mirror on the side wall.  He can’t stop looking at himself getting fucked.  I pick up the pace and begin to truly plow into him.  Hard and fast. 

I pull out and bring him my glistening cock.  He loves the taste of his hole mixed with the coconut oil for lube.  He cleans every inch of me.  And the sweat from my balls.  I fuck him again.  Slowly.  Then fast.  Now slow again.  I pull out and slap my cock on his swollen ass lips.  He groans.  I sigh.  I sink back into his hole and fuck him hard.  Now some more ATM.  This time after he licks my balls, I pull them up so he can lick under them—telling him to clean my cock ring.  His tongue feels fantastic.

We move to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole for a long time.  He is a good self- luber—and delicious.  I stand and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  He loves watching himself be ravished.  I build the fuck, making the sling really rock.  Then I stand still and push and pull the sling (and his ass) onto my shaft.  When I stop, I make him taste our juices once again.

We take a short break on the bed, talking about this and that.

Soon, he asks for me to sit on the bench.  With his back to me, he sits on my cock, keeping his feet on the floor.  He pounds himself down on me.  Over and over, babbling about how good it feels.

“If you keep this up, I’ll shoot.”

“Do it…”

“I really want to see your face when I cum.”

He grins and reluctantly gets off me.  He jumps in the sling, getting his ankles expertly into the stirrups before I can help.  I eat his hole briefly and my balls tell me I really can breed this man anytime.

“You want it?”

“Fill me up!”  He grabs his own cock for the first time.  It semi-erects as he jerks it.

I’m there.  I groan out my orgasm, grabbing the top pipes of the sling frame and hang on.  I can feel my cock give him at least four blasts of cum.  I stay right there.  His cock is now rock hard.  He jerks it—and splatters his cum all over his chest and pubes.  I lean down and lick up a puddle.  I slowly pull out and, with his cum still in my mouth, tongue his hole.  Mixing our two loads inside him…

*

Our first encounter for those who missed it:  Bookstore Saturday:  The Man with the Wonderous Beard

Whoring Out Don's Hot Ass

 Northern Indiana—January, 2026

I met Don in 2015 at a dirty bookstore that is no longer in existence.  I sucked his bigger than average cock and he sucked mine.  Eventually I fucked him there, too.  

I had not seen him since 2021, but Don and I text occasionally.  Among other things, he said he’d been topping more.  But he missed my dick in his ass.  We both wanted to meet up and fix that.

We decided to go to a bookstore in Indiana where we had had a couple of memorable times.  It is the store that has a theatre space on one side of the store and booths with glory holes on the other.   We set the date for our reunion for the first Saturday of the new year…

 

I am sitting on one of the two built in benches in the theatre.  (I had walked around the whole building, but I had not found Don.)  Three other men are standing and jerking or groping themselves to the straight orgy that is happening on the screen.  One man, a groper, finally comes over and sits beside me.  He grabs my cock.  Tight.  He squeezes my dick even harder.  I squirm away from him with a “That hurts!”  It sounds very loud in this small space.  Not a good beginning.  I stand up and go out into the hall.  I make another tour of the place, then go back into the theatre, but stand against the side wall.  I take my cock out again and stroke.

Almost instantly, Don comes through the curtains, sees me and stands to my side.  He is as handsome as ever, with his blond hair now cut a little shorter. In moments he is on his knees and giving me expert head.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  I see one man unzip and take out his cock as his eyes go from the screen to the live porn happening in front of him.

I grab Don’s ears and fuck his face for a bit.  He takes me easily, not even the hint of a gag.  Now I let him go back to doing whatever he wants.  A very hot young man comes in.  He takes out a long, thin dick and jerks it.  I nod to him, hoping he’ll come over and we can share Don’s mouth, but he stays right by the entrance door.

Don stands.  “I need to lose these.”  He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants.  There is a folding chair to my left where he can store his clothes.  His shoes go under it.  He is now naked but for a T-shirt and socks.  He sees the young guy at the doorway.  “He’s why you couldn’t find me when you arrived,” he whispers in my ear.  “I was fucking him in a booth.  I smile and Don grins.

He kneels on the built in bench.  I go to me knees and begin eating his thick ass.  This causes another zipper to be opened.  One of the guys watching steps forward.  I sense it and look up.  He in his mid-40’s, with a small cock, just starting to get hard.  I point to Don’s mouth.  “Use it,” I mutter and go back to licking his hole.  The guy gives Don his cock to suck. I rim for a moment longer, then stand up and slide in.  Damn.  He has a great hole.  I fuck.  The bench is slightly high—I have to stand on my toes to get the right angle, but I don’t care.

There’s a new man in Don’s mouth.  He’s older than I am and has a great dick.  Eventually, I learn it’s uncut, though I can’t tell at the moment.  I pick up the pace of my fucking.  The sound of my hips slapping his upturned ass fills the room.

Another man comes in.  It is my friend from this area, Ryan, who used to write his own sex blog.  He stands to the side, unzips and gets himself hard.  When I finally pull out of Don’s ass, Ryan goes in.  The older guy comes out of his mouth, so I give Don my cock to clean.  He loves the taste of his ass juices.  Mr. Uncut stands to the side and jerks as he watches Don be used.

Ryan pulls out.  I gesture for him to come feed it to Don.  I move to the side.  Mr. Uncut looks at me.  “May I fuck him?” 

“Of course.”

The guy slides in and Don moans around Ryan’s cock in his mouth.

In the first fifteen minutes of our time together, Don has had four cocks in his mouth and three in his ass.  I urge Small Dick to take a turn up his butt, but he is happy with just Don’s mouth. 

We all rotate fucking Don’s ass again.  I am first, then Ryan and Mr. Uncut.  I urge the young guy Don had fucked to join us, but he would rather watch.  As Mr. Uncut pulls out, Don calls a break.  The bench is killing his knees.  We all wander off, knowing there will be more to come.

I find myself in a glory hole booth.  I drop the tokens and settle back to watch the grimy screen.  Instead, I watch a cock come through the hole.  It’s semi soft, with a lot of foreskin.  I am sure it’s the older guy who fucked Don.  I go to my knees and get him hard in my mouth.  He tastes delicious, his cock fresh from Don’s hot ass.  He moans as I dig between the extra skin and his cock head.  He hardens right up and I suck him for some time.  But it makes me want to fuck Don again—so when my tokens run out, I go in search of him.

I sit and stroke in the deserted theatre.  Slowly men trickle back in.  Ryan is first.  We chat briefly.  Don arrives.  He grabs a couple of folding chairs and places them side by side.  They will be lower than the bench and easier for shorter men.  Don strips down again.  Ryan takes Don’s mouth as I eat his ass.  Don pulls off Ryan and says: “There’s a load in there from a tall Latino.”  I dig in and am rewarded with a trickle of cum.  I lap it up.  My cock grows even harder.  I stand up and slide in using this other guy’s cum as my only lube.  The moment I bottom out, a tall Latin guy comes in the room.  He smirks as he sees what I’m doing.  It has to be the guy.  I fuck Don.  Hard and fast. 

Ryan and I trade holes.  Tall Latino takes his dick out.  He’s still hard.  A tall, tatted guy sucks the Latino right at Don’s side.  Mr. Uncut arrives and Ryan gives way for him to fuck Don once more.  I clean Ryan’s cock of the Latino’s load.

Tall Latino fucks the tatted guy.  Ryan is in Don’s mouth and Mr. Uncut in his ass so I go over to the other couple.  When TL pull out of the guy, his dick is frothy with someone’s seed.  I kneel and clean him up. 

Mr. Uncut pulls out of Don.  With the cum out of Tatted Guy still in my mouth, I swivel around and begin to rim Don’s well fucked hole.  I push the new load into him with my tongue.  I look up and see Tall Latino and Tatted Guy slapping their cocks on Don’s face.  I stand up and fuck.   

“Fuck him!” says Tatted Guy.  “Then fuck me.”

“Push my cum deeper,” moans Tall Latino.

That does it.  I find myself shooting.  But it’s the ball emptying kind.  I pull out hard and go to my knees.  Tall Latino comes around and watches my cum ooze out of Don.  His cock gets even harder as he sees me lap it up.  I bury my face in his well fucked ass crack.  My beard is becoming caked with cum.

I stand up and slide into Don once more.

“Fuck him hard,” barks the Tall Latino.

I do.  This time every nerve in my body goes off and I collapse on Don’s back, giving him even more cum in his butt…

*

I was spent and took off.  Don thoughtfully texted me that he took three more loads after I left.  I should have stayed for dinner…

Surprises at the New Arcade and Theatre

 Lansing—September, 2025

 

(This picks up where we left off…)

I get out of their deserted parking lot to eat the meal I packed.  I find a coffee shop—and sip my drink as I read.  Sometime, near 8 o’clock, I go back to see what is happening.  Things are picking up.  Around 20 cars are there.  Encouraged, I go back into the arcade, showing the cashier, a new woman, my arm band.

I make the tour expectantly.  No one is here.  Not a soul.  They are all in the strip club.  I settle down in the same booth and find an interesting video.  Fairly soon, I hear someone banging the doors to the other booths.  He looks into mine.  He is my age, short and rather round.  “Nice dick,” he intones, and leaves, shutting the door that I had deliberately left wide open.

I stroke.

A young man, who has very long hair and the beginnings of a beard, looks in.  “May I join you?”

I nod.

He sits next to me.  He’s in shorts and sandals with a faded red t-shirt.  He is lithe and thin and uses his hands a lot as he speaks.  He tells me he loves the looks of my dick.  May he touch it?  I nod and he does.  Can he take his out?  I nod again—and he unzips.  It is thin with a nice foreskin.

We stroke to the porn.  Then we stroke as we look at each other.  Now, we stroke each other’s dicks—which makes him pant.  “Excuse me,” he says.  He does up his pants and disappears.

I stroke, shaking my head.

The older guy comes in.  “That kid wants you to fuck him—but he’s too afraid to ask.”

“Ok…”

“He’s in the big theatre.”  And he pops out again.  I wait a moment and go into the theatre.  There they both are.  The older man on the other side of the room as I sit near the young man.  “I hear you want to get fucked.”

He nods and starts his rundown.  He’s not on PrEP as he’s not gay.  He would want me latexed.  And really lubed.  I agree to all that and take out a Magnum.  I ask if he wants to suck it before I roll it on.  He shakes his head.  I tell him I will eat his ass first.  This intrigues him.

Suddenly he bends, from where he’s sitting next to me and sucks my latexed dick.  Not much, just to get it wet, I think.  But he’s jerking at the same time as my mass fills his throat.  He explodes everywhere.  And has nothing to clean himself up.  I find more paper towel and hand it to him.  He cleans up and all but races out of the room.

I have too much lube on my dick, so I go out to piss and wash.  Coming out of the restroom, I look at the parking lot.  It is packed.   Men, in groups of two or three, are heading into the strip club.  Young men with their dates fill the lobby and the store—waiting to be seated.  I wonder if any will filter back to us.

I go back to my room.  And wait.

I wander when I have had enough sitting.  I find the only other guy here—the man who told me about the kid.  He is jerking to the porn in the big theatre.  I kneel and suck his cock.  It takes 30 seconds and he shoots.  Big.  And he leaves.  Now I’m alone.

I go back to my booth.  I find new porn as there are 50 some channels available to me.  I find a very wet squirt video and jerk contentedly.

I hear noise in the next room.  I have lost all track of time.  I get up, not bothering to hide the hard-on.  I find an attractive man jerking to the porn.  We jerk to his very vanilla straight fuck and suck.  I ask if he’d like more.  Nope.  He likes to watch porn and the live porn, when there is a crowd here.  I ask if there is a time when they usually arrive.  He doesn’t really know—but is as surprised as I am how empty the space is.

I leave him in peace and go back to my squirters—and the guy in the video who keeps taking a face full each time the ladies erupt.

I go out to the parking lot for some air.  There is absolutely no room for another car.  The strip club is packing them in. 

I wander in the cooler night air. 

I go back in.

I stroke.

I join the Stroker in the big theatre.  He sits on one side of the main door and I the other.  We seem to be watching the same video.  Occasionally, I catch his looking at me, but it’s just interest, not lust.

The door opens.  It’s a guy in his 50’s I recognize.  He is a man I met at the other cruising place after I filmed with the BDSM couple.  He wanted to be fucked—and I wanted to go home.  But here he is—and I am more than ready to fuck.  He comes right over.

“We meet again!”

I nod.

“Where is everyone?”

It’s the question of the night and no one knows the answer.

“Well, you can fuck me tonight!”

“Absolutely.”

“Where?”

“Right here.  Bend…”

He does, holding onto the back of one of the benches.  I pull his shorts down.  He’s wearing no underwear.  His generous ass is lightly haired.  I go to my knees and begin to eat him out.  It feels wonderful—actual contact with another person.  

“If you’re going to jerk to us,” the guy says to the Stroker, get out here where I can see you.”

He moves to be in his sight line, beating his generous, slightly curved cock.

I go back to eating butt.  The guy is squirming, begging for my cock.  I stand up and slide in. 

“Fuck, you fill me up!”

I begin a slow fuck, but I can’t keep it slow for long.  I build fast.  All the hours of stroking are not letting this be a long fuck at all.

“Give it to me,” he chortles.  “Cum in my ass.”

That’s all it takes.  I begin shooting.  All that pent up seed.  I fill him up.  Some sloshes out.

I hold for a moment, then pull out.  He’s still bent, ass jutting towards me.  I go to my knees and begin to felch my load out of him.  He groans—and begins stroking his cock.  I hear it, I can’t possibly see it with my face plastered in his wet butt.

“Fuck, that’s hot!”  It’s the stroker; he is shooting a load.  I can hear it in his ragged voice.

“I’m gonna shoot, too.  You want some fresh cum?”

Without waiting for an answer, he spins around and pushes his dick into my mouth just before it goes off.  He’s right—the mix of cum from his balls and my cum from his ass is absolutely perfect…

Big Dicks and Engorged Ass Lips

 Grand Rapids—August, 2025

 

The house party to the north of me has become a once-a-month event, which I love.  It is so different from my other sexual escapades.  Once again, I took the fuck bench, as it was used far more than the rimseat.  I set it up alongside the big bed, which was covered with a faux leather play sheet.  The sling was up in the adjoining room.

I went downstairs to strip.  Men began arriving.   Tonight, we didn’t wait for others.  As soon as men were naked or stripped to jocks, they headed upstairs.  I was the third one to make the climb…

 

I find Sawyer (formerly known as Fist Guy) on the bench.  The older otter, who is the best friend of the host, is fucking him with his long, hairy cock.  I begin to stroke myself hard as I watch.  The bench is set in a corner where there is a slanting eave, making the mouth of the man on it impossible to use.  But I know what will get my cock raging.  I kneel next to the hairy otter.  He knows just what I want.  He pulls out of Sawyer’s juicy ass and gives me his dick to suck.  I swallow Sawyer’s ass jizz and am rock hard.  The otter keeps fucking Sawyer as I stand up.

He pulls out.  I push in.  Sawyer is a great self-luber.  My cock is being squeezed in his hot, wet ass.  I notice the Older Otter is on his knees now, waiting for me to do for him what he did for me.  I pull out and let him suck my cock.  The moment he finishes, I plunge back into Sawyer.

Several dozen fuck strokes later, I pull out and let Older Otter back inside the hot bottom.  I kneel and begin tongue fucking the otter on his backstrokes.

“Fuck me,” he pants as he fucks Sawyer. 

I stand up and lube up.  Older Otter holds deep inside the wet ass he’s fucking, bent slightly over Sawyer to make it easy for me to enter him.  He’s tight—but I manage.  Now he straightens up and resumes fucking Sawyer and fucking himself onto my cock.  He groans.  Sawyer groans as I tell him what’s happening.  I moan as Older Otter pushes back on me harder than before.

A new man arrives.  He is white, somewhere between 55 and 65, built like a bear but is not particularly hairy.  His seven incher is hard and ready to go.  And he wants a turn up Sawyer.  We let him go for it.  He gives him a hard, aggressive fuck.  When he pulls out, the new guy kneels on the bed saying “I’m vers. Fuck me.”  He is looking right at me.  Of course, I do…

*

More new arrivals.  The young, blond, versatile man known as Black Glasses arrives with two men I don’t know.  Both are white and my age.  The first is incredibly hairy and is wearing a gorgeous silver cock ring and a matching ring just behind the corona on his cock.  The other is also very furry and proves to be mostly top.  Black Glasses sucks me for a bit, before crawling up on the bed and presenting me with his ass to eat and fuck.

I see, as I enter Black Glasses, that men are having sex on all four corners of the bed.  His small ass makes room for my big dick.  He is always a great fuck.  I plow him hard.  He spins to clean my cock the moment I pull out.

The young Latin who, two parties ago was all top and all bottom at the second group, arrives.  He surveys us all—and leaves after ten minutes, not playing at all.

The last two to come upstairs are a very tall man who sports a dick that is my size.  We nod to each other, but never get to do more.  The man arriving with him, is the Black Cub, who is a regular.  I am sucked by the guy with the silver cock rings.  He’s great.  Black Glasses joins us, first as another cock for him to suck—then offering his ass to the guy.  There is no room on the bed, so Black Glasses holds my shoulders as Silver Rings fucks his ass.   When he’s done, both go to our knees and share Silver Rings wet cock back and forth in our hungry mouths…

*

Every man but the other big dicked guy has sucked my dick at some point.  Now Silver Rings wants to get fucked.  We go to the sling.  I get him in and he zones out (in a good way) as I begin to eat his hairy ass.  I love how the hair goes for curly to so wet it is plastered to his pale skin.  He groans and does poppers.  His hole is slowly flowering open.  I stand up.  He tells me he’s tight.  And he is.  I inch in slowly.  But he feels great.  And he is working hard to let me in.  I bottom out and just stand still.

“Take a hit.”

He does.  His ass relaxes.  I begin a slow in and out.  Just a few inches of a slow fuck.  He moans his approval.  I work a few more inches in and out—just as slowly.  Now he’s groaning.  He tells me to fuck him hard.  I do.  I pick up speed and depth.  Over and over.  I want to taste his hole again.  I pull out.

There is a massive explosion of water out of his hole, water that was trapped deep inside him from his clean out.  It covers the tarp under the sling.  I clean it up and his ass, before I let him get out.  He goes off to the shower.  And I clean up at the kitchen sink…

*

I get my mojo back by fucking the host on the bed.  He is on all fours.  There are three of us taking turns on his ass.  The other men are taking turns in his mouth as we fuck.  (I can never stress enough—if you go to a sex party, make sure you give the host what he needs!)  It’s a hot moment—and the only time the group of men are all focused on one thing.  It doesn’t last long, but the host is euphoric…

*

I give Black Cub an ass licking in the sling.  He loves to get on my rim seat, but I worry he will feel more exposed this way, but he doesn’t seem to care.  He, too, has a very furry ass.  I tongue him deep and don’t stop until he begs me to…

*

We stop to eat the cheese and crackers and fruit the host has provided.  It gives most of us a second wind. 

I want to breed Black Glasses—and he wants me to.  I get him in the sling.  I kneel and taste his ass.  He’s been so busy tonight.  I don’t think he has loads, but the constant use has changed the texture of his pucker.  I lick and suck his hole, stroking my dick.  My hand is knocked away.  The host has crawled under the sling and is now sucking my cock as I rim BG.  I reluctantly stand up and enter his wet hole.  He gasps.  The host stands up, too, and strokes BG’s balls.  BG himself is pumping his dick.  I am close.  But Black Glasses shoots before I do.  He covers himself and the host begins licking him clean.  I ask if he can take me still.  He thinks so—but almost instantly, it’s just too much.  He thanks me for a great fuck as I help him out of the sling.  He and the host go down the stairs.

Fortunately, Sawyer is right there.  “You can always breed me,” he says as he hops in the sling.  I nod and kneel.  His ass has had even more cock in it tonight than Black Glasses.  I rim his very puffy and pronounced ass lips.  I suck them into my mouth.  I can’t believe how much this excites my dick.  Now I get a drip of some man’s semen.  My tongue digs deeper.  Sawyer is moaning.  Soon he is begging for my cock.  Music to my ears.

I stand up and slide in.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  I build.  My cock suddenly spews out a load of cum after more than two hours of excitement.  It feels good but it’s not a full, all nerves tingling, orgasm.  But I know how to get there.

I kneel again and begin eating my cum out of him.  Those puffy lips, now iced with my semen are incredible.  Sawyer feels it all.  His moans are nonstop.  I beat my cock, still hard as a rock.  I wait until I am sure—and I stand up, slide in and explode.

Now the room spins and I hold onto the chains to keep my balance.  I collapse on his heaving chest as his arms wrap around me…