My Cock Won't Go Down (an addendum to the last post)

 Lansing—January, 2026

 

There is a brief addendum to my play at the sex club.   Getting off in Kane felt like the logical end to the last post, but while he took off for his long drive home, I lingered…

 

I sit in the main lounge, looking at the various porn playing on the three different televisions.  There really is something for everyone.  My cock is in the pouch of my jock.  I think I am just catching my breath before I head home.  I watch a guy on the screen take two dicks in his ass.  The guys are hot, of course, as it’s porn.  Then I focus on the couch below the screen.  A white guy is bent over and being railed by a tall Black man.  My cock pushes against the restraining fabric.  I free it—and it stands up.  Swaying in the breeze.  Not nearly as spent as I thought.

Well, well…

The Black man shoots his load, filling the room with his howl of pleasure.  I would love to be next up the guy—but the bottom heads for the exit.  With my cock out and swinging, I walk to the gloryhole area.  There is one booth open.  I go in and stick my dick through the hole, bending my knees awkwardly as it is very low.

The guy in the adjoining booth takes a moment to respond to it.  He strokes it.  For a couple of minutes.  I want his mouth not his hand.  I pull out.  Instantly, his ass is pressed against the hole.    I will never be able to do the knee bend and fuck.  “I’m coming over,” I tell the guy.  I go out and in his door.  He’s a white college kid and naked from the waist down.

“Yes, Sir,” he murmurs, bending over the chair.  His ass is an amazing contrast to Kane’s.  He’s all but hairless—just a little blond down in the crack.   His hole is also slightly gaping—he’s had some other cocks tonight.  I push right in.

He gasps and takes me.  He pushes back to begin the fuck when I linger for too long, just enjoying his wet hole.  I begin a slow in and out.  The smell of cum is suddenly everywhere.  He’s a load taker—and has been very successful.  My cock is frothing the cum of who knows how many men.

I fuck him harder.  My hand on his back, holding him in place.

“I want your load,” he moans.

“How many do you have?” I grunt out, not slowing my stroke.

“I lost count after four…”

It’s music to my ears.  I pull out.  My dick is covered in cum.  “Clean this up,” I bark.  He licks me clean—but not with the enthusiasm I expected.  I move back to his ass.  I go to my knees and begin tongue fucking his hole.  It’s just flowing out of him.  I lap it up.  I drool some down on my dick.

I stand back up and shove into him.  He gasps again.

“You want my load?” I hiss.

“Yes, Sir.  Give it to me!”

I pick up the pace.  My balls are churning from the unexpected felching.

“Give it to him!” says a voice from a Black guy looking through a gloryhole.  “Cum in that hot ass like I did.”

I feel my nuts tighten down.  I push deep into his slick, silky butt hole.  I groan out my second cumming of the night.  The young man milks my cock with his butt.  When I pull out, my cock is covered.  He turns and cleans me.  This time with enthusiasm.  He stands up rather shakily.   I hug him.  It surprises him.  And then he returns it, holding onto me for dear life…

"You're Going to Take My Load!"

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A Busy Bookstore

 Jackson—April, 2024

It was Saturday.  The end of the month.  I was horned.  But I wanted to go somewhere different.  I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking.  I packed a lunch and took off.

I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed.  I lucked into of the last parking spots.  I went inside.  The price had gone up.  Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprised I was at the number of cars.  He told me that, lately, Saturdays there had been incredibly busy.  I thanked him and went through the door into the darkened lounge…

 

Men are everywhere.  Right now, they are all in my age range—plus or minus 10 years.  There is a man openly jerking to trans porn.  Two more are doing the same thing to old gay videos.  One of the three gloryholes booths has the door closed.  I walk around to the ramp behind the booths—and there is a man, his entire body pressed against the wall, obviously enjoying himself.

I go piss in the bathroom, then walk down the narrow hall.  There is a blow job happening in the next room.  I walk down to the room with the medical table.  A small orgy is in progress.  A man in his early 50’s (who I have fucked here in the past) is fully naked and lying on the table.  He is flanked by two men, one who he’s blowing and the other one he’s jerking.  A third man is sucking the naked guy.  Across the room, a man is seated in a chair.  His cock is being sucked by a man on his knees and another man is in the seated guy’s mouth.

I take out my dick.

The naked guy sees me, when he comes up for air, and smiles.  I think he remembers my dick.  The naked guy asks the guy to stop sucking.  The sucker won’t.  He must be good.  For as I move closer, the naked guy shoots in the sucker’s mouth.

He asks me to fuck him anyways…but it’s a lost cause.  I try to get into him, but he decides he’s done.  He gets dressed and leaves.  I turn my attention to the guys in and surrounding the chair.  The guy getting head from the seated guy pulls out of his mouth.  I take his place.  The guy has a good mouth.  I let him have his way with my cock.

We change around.  The guy on his knees gets up and feeds the chair guy.  I suck chair guy.  Then we rotate again…until we have each had the other two dicks.  And just as fast we go our separate ways.

I am now looking at a bearded man, a few years my elder.  He has a skinny guy leaning on the now vacant medical table.  The bearded guy has the most beatific look on his face as he sucks.  I watch, stroking.  The bearded guy pulls off him and motions for the guy to turn around.  He’s hesitant, but he does.  And the bearded guy begins to eat his ass.  I have rarely seen such hunger in a public place.  I actually stop watching and let them have a private moment…

*

I am standing on the slurp ramp and have my cock through the middle gloryhole.  There are men on either side of me being serviced through the other two holes.  I have a very hungry mouth on me, but he can’t seem to stop raking his teeth across my big, flared cock head.  I look at the guy to my left.  He grins and we switch holes.  The new mouth is velvety and wonderful.  I grab the top of the wall, my body flattened against it, and hang on as he swallows me down…

*

I cruise around.  There is a shaved head guy I have played with before undressing at the medical table.   He nods to me.  We chat as he folds his clothes and places them under the bench.  Soon, I am eating his ass.

“Stick that big cock in me.”

I keep eating as I finish lubing myself up.  I stand and slide in.  He takes me easily.  I am guessing he uses a lot of big toys.  I fuck hard.  And suddenly I feel it.  He is no longer clean.  He’s left water deep inside and I have been churning it.  He tells me I’m crazy—that he cleaned out.  I tell him not to move as there is actually shit on the floor from when I pulled out.

I clean up.  I clean up the floor and send him home.

I go out to eat my lunch—hoping this is just a hiccup in an otherwise good day…

*

I go back inside.  The age range is now wider.  Men in their 30’s and 40’s play with each other and occasionally with some of the older crowd.  I am sitting in the straight sex nook.  But the sex that is happening is very gay.  The bearded sucker/rimmer is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth is wonderful.  And the beard is great on my balls.

“Lick my balls with that talented tongue.”

His eyes light up with my words of praise.  And he does just what I ask.  Treating each hairy orb individually to a loving tongue bath.  He stops only long enough to look up at me, his eyes searching my face to see if he is pleasing me.

“I love your tongue,” I murmur.

He goes right back and digs under my balls with it.  Finding my cock ring and starting to trace the metal with the tip of his tongue.

“I saw you eat that guy’s ass.”

He stops licking and looks at me.

“You like to lick a man’s butt hole?”

His face glazes over.  Looking almost like he’s cumming.

“You want to eat this top’s ass?”

I don’t wait for an answer.  I stand up, drop my pants to my knees and turn around.  I reach back and pull his hairy face into my ass crack.  He makes the sexiest sound in the back of his throat as his tongue finds my hole…

*

Shaved Head is back from a second round of clean out.  I fuck him…but my mind is still seeing the scene before.  I fuck him long enough to make him feel the trip home to the shower shot was worth it.

I suck some dick myself.   But not for long.  The guy is soon on me.

Bearded Man comes by, the moment my wet cock is free.  We are now in the room next to the bathroom.   He is on his knees and taking me deep.

“You want to lick my ass, again?” I whisper.

He nods. 

The pants drop.  I turn and bend, holding onto the chair arms.  He gets deeper into me, grunting out his pleasure.   Damn, he’s good.  I can’t stop jerking myself as he rims me.

And I’m there.  I turn and make it into his mouth just in time.  He makes the most sensual noises as he swallows the outpouring from my cock.  Spurt and spurt.  Until my legs are unsteady and I grab his shoulders…

Deep In the Woods...and Several Asses

 The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile.  I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018.  My host was the same man.  He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle.  I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck.  I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon.  We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place.  The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements.  The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes.  The St. Andrews cross was not there.  I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers.  It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why…

We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill.  I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago.  They all remembered my flight suit.  I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc.  And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly.

By nine o’clock, I was horny.  I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots.  Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun…

It’s early and we know it.  It is dark out here.  There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them.  There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising.  We head down to the glory hole set up.  We hear someone shuffle on the other side.  My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall.  His sigh tells me he is getting serviced.  And well.  I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure.  He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.”

I stick my dick through the hole.  It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough.  The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented.  I grunt my satisfaction.  My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other.  This is at first hot—then not enough.  He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees.  He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once.  When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest.

We are joined by an older Latino.  He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy.  His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments.  The cocksucker swallows gratefully.

The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband.  My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole.   He pants.  He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” 

He leaves.

And a cock comes through the middle hole.  I go to my knees and suck it.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend.  The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place.  It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…”  The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end.  I get up and go around the partition.  A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here.  He braces himself against the wall.  He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting.  The top nods at me and the bottom grins.  He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth.

The crowd is picking up.  There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air.  I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does.  The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking.  I slip into the bottom.  He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him.

Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass.  The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me.  Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight.

*

We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top.  A big burly man is fucking him aggressively.  I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam.  Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock.  The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam.  I let the roommate take the next fuck.  He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck.  I do, slurping it down. 

“Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other.  I stand up and sink into the cummy hole.  It feels even hotter now.  

Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam.  He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun.

*

I go back to the glory hole area.  I can’t find my friend.  I assume he got off and left.  I do find the same young man making out with the same older man.  It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks.  The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face.  The young guy juts his hot ass into my face.  I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me.

Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste.  “Kiss him,” he whispers to me.  He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do.  The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  We share a hot moment.

A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives.  He hauls out a short, but thick cock.  A man emerges from the shadows to suck it.  I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples.    The man on his knees gives up.  I go down.  It’s a challenge to open wide enough.  And there is a big PA to deal with as well.  I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft.  He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.

The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude.  A finger comes through the far right glory hole.  I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area.

The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out.  I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench…

*

It’s late.

There is a cluster on men at the picnic table.  A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock.  I watch leather jacket take over from another.  The handsome guy smiles at me.  I wait my turn.  And get it.  I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock.

“God damn.  Fuck me!”

He gets up and stands, bending only slightly.  I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him.  The other men move around him.  One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right.  Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock.  I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, yeah.  Faster!” he commands me.

I do.  I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. 

And the fool spits it out.

The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket.  I ask if he wants to get off. 

“Yeah, but let me piss first.”

I kneel.  “Where are you going?”

It takes a moment, but he finally gets it.  “You are a bad boy…”

He gives me his cock.  Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA.  I swallow him down easily.  He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up.  I have more of him in my mouth this way.  He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness.  He pulls out and jerks his dick.

“Take my load, fucker.  Take it.  Take it now!”  And he blasts all over my extended tongue.

I swallow.

He takes off. 

I am tired.  I would love to get off with somebody.  But there is no one left.

I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday…

Into the Woods

The Wilds of Michigan—August, 2018

I left Toronto early in the morning and made it to the border in record time.  The US agent in my lane at the bridge was seemingly giving every car ahead of me a hard time.  My line inched forward compared to every other lane of traffic.  When it was finally my turn, the agent proved to be incredibly hot and hirsute.  He took no time at all getting me back into Michigan.  Did he notice I still wore the Fukdto wristband?

I took a few days doing very little to get back to my normal routine.  I received a call from my friend who loves gay campgrounds.  I have joined him in the past in both Ontario (the same place I had been on this last trip) and at his discovery of a brand new gay campground in Michigan.  He convinced me I should join him for Mardi Gras weekend at the new campground. 

I arrived Friday afternoon.  The campground had made a lot of improvements in a year.  (Here is a link to my first visit.)  The play area had changed, too.  The sling and fuck bench were still there, as were the half buried tractor tires you could lean against or bend a man over.  The new additions were a St. Andrews cross and, slightly away from the rest, a three holed Gloryhole wall.

My host is often in these pages, usually when I go up to the bookstore that is half arcade and half bathhouse.  He is my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle—which makes it a terrific challenge to suck. He cooked a great dinner and reminded me that another man was joining us, a top he’d met at yet another campground.  As darkness fell, I told him I was headed to the play area.  I changed into my flight suit, so I’d have easy access to my cock, but was covered in case of mosquitoes.  My host told me he’d look in later and went off to walk his dog and wait for the other guy to arrive.  I went back over the bridge to see what I would find…

It’s dark.  I have no flashlight.  I take a swig from my water bottle and keep going.  No one is here yet.  I stand near the sling.  A single light points down on it.  There are a few other garden type lights along the pathways.  There is also a light at the fuck bench and one at the cross.  I go down the darker trail toward the glory hole wall.  No one.  I wait a moment, deciding what to do.  

And then I hear it.  A jingle.  As if Santa were coming to town…

I wait in the shadows.  Yup, a man in a belled jester hat from the Mardi Gras parade is stumbling along the path to the partition.  I move behind the wall ready to suck or be sucked.  A short, fat cock comes through the hole.  I kneel and suck him.  He sighs as my tongue swirls around his helmet head.  He gives me a load fairly fast and stumbles off to his trailer.

I go back to the play area.  Things have picked up.  A white haired daddy, nude but for jock and boots, is fucking his partner on the fuck bench.  Two men are stroking, watching it all.  I arrive on the scene.  I look at the top, who nods and I stick my hardening dick into the bottom’s mouth.  The Top speeds up his fuck.  Soon he cums noisily in his partner’s ass.  I move around to be next to the Top as he marinates in the cummy hole.  He pulls out.  I clean him up.

“You want to fuck my man?”

I nod.

“Do it.”

“Oh, fuck…” the bottom groans as I slide into his freshly lubed hole.  “Fuck me!”

I do—slow, deep and churning that cum.  I build to a nice speed—and I fuck the cum out of him, spraying it into the dirt.

They thank me and leave.

I worry no one will want to suck my cock fresh out of that hole, but I shouldn’t.  A man who’s been watching from a distance comes over and relishes all the juices on my dick.  There are now maybe six of us trading blow jobs, closer to the cross than the fuck bench.  We all are very oral, trading off on who is on their knees and who is fucking a mouth.

Eventually I am distracted by a much younger man getting on the fuckbench.  He’s in a designer jock and has left his flip flops in the sand around the legs of the bench.  The man fingering his hole is fully dressed in jeans and a once white tee.  His scraggly goatee reminds me a Billy goat.  His Red Neck persona is hot—not off putting.  By the time I reach the bench he has his raw, uncut cock in the hole in front of him.

“You want some of this don’t you?”

I say I do.

“Well get your dick wet.”

I stick it in this younger bottom’s mouth.   He gives me head enthusiastically, except whenever the Red Neck swats his ass.

“Fuck him.”  I go back and begin the entry into this hot, perfectly framed, ass.  I am pleased this bottom loves the taste of his ass on the Red Neck’s cock.  But the Red Neck is not done directing the scene.  He chooses two other men to fuck the lucky guy, too.  We all rotate around.  We are either in the bottom’s mouth or ass, or are giving each other head as we wait for our next turn to fuck.

The Red Neck, on perhaps the third time around with the four of us, cums.  It rocks his world.  He won’t let any of the hungry men clean him up and he tells the bottom to grab his flip flops—they are going.  Now.

*****

One man with a very full white goatee sucks my dick.  “Now I could use that in my ass—but you’d have to put a condom on it.”

I tell him truthfully, that is all the various pockets of the flight suit, I don’t have any.  We move away from the bench and he leans against one of the tires.  I discover he has a scimitar of a dick.  We trade blow jobs.  I get him off.  Still on my knees, I promise I’ll have some Magnums on me tomorrow night.

“Good going, wild man.”

It’s my host emerging from the darkness.  He’s watched the last encounter.  And our trailer mate, Tom, is with him, a bear of a man who is taller than I am.  They pull out their dicks. 

“Suck these.”

It never gets old.  The infinite variety of  hard cock.  My host, long thick and truly fat in the middle.  His friend with a nice sturdy, super engorged, seven incher.  Back and forth.  They pull me from one to the other.  Another man tries to suck the man who I’m not doing at the moment—but the two of them close ranks.  Back and forth my head is shoved.  First one cock.  Now the other.  Soon, my host slaps my face with his dick while I service the other.  Tom picks this up. 

“Make me cum!”  says Tom.

My host pushes into my mouth and explodes with a shout.  I let him empty his balls, but I keep my tongue caressing the head of his dick.  I slowly pull off and clean him up.  I turn to Tom, eager for his load—but he goes all shy suddenly and tucks his deflating dick away.

They help me to my feet and take off to go start a campfire.  I wander the area, but the men have dispersed for the night.  My balls are still full—but I’m pretty sure I will empty them tomorrow.

I head back across the bridge and towards the music from the dance hall…and wind my way through the trailers and the trees to our campfire.