Keith Rides My Tongue and My Cock

 Saugatuck—July, 2025

Keith, one of the handsomest men I know, wanted to meet.  We began comparing times we were available.  The distance between us is a factor.  One or the other of us needs to have quite a bit of drive time on either side of the play time.  He offered to come to the playroom, but by the time he’d get here, we would have a rushed session.  I suggested I come to him—I had the morning and afternoon off.  That worked (and it was my turn to drive anyway.)  He could check in at the office in the morning, get home and ready as I drove over.

I packed the rimseat.  I left the sling home.  Last time I visited we’d used his huge guest bed more. It would save some time in set up and take down so we could play more.  It would also be another way of keeping our play different each time we met. 

It was July 3^rd and there was the beginning of holiday traffic.  I drove over on rural roads, doing a little antiquing as he fulfilled his office requirement.  I pulled into his drive right at the agreed hour…

 

I set up the rimseat at the foot of the bed.  I strip to nothing but the yellow jock.  No boots for the bed.  I lie on it, legs apart.  In moments, he comes in, totally naked but for a cock ring.  He gets up on the bed and kneels between my spread legs.  He nuzzles my jock, inhaling deeply.  He sighs.  I close my eyes.  His mouth is now everywhere.  He licks the fabric of the jock.  His tongue digs around the sides of the pouch, getting my pubes slick.  Finally, he pulls the fabric to the side.  He stops and watches my cock go from plumped and in a mound to full erection.  He takes it into his mouth.  Just the head.  Tongue in piss slit.  Now along the edges of my flared head.  He inches down the shaft.  Savoring every millimeter. 

I groan as he bottom’s out.  I am full embedded in his throat, cutting off his air.  He pulls back, grabs a breath and does it again.  His tongue is working overtime.  It’s everywhere.  My cock is drooling constantly—and he makes a show of licking up all my precum.

He moves to my balls.  He loves licking my hairy orbs.  He really loves the fragrance of them, having been out for half a day in the hot July weather.  He knows how to pull them into his mouth so it doesn’t hurt.  Individually.  Slowly.  Lovingly.  Make the nut wet before it is released.  Now the next.  And back again.

He puts a pillow under my ass, elevating it a little.  After some more cock sucking, he travels down.  He lifts my wet and heavy ball sack and begins to lick under it.  Then to the sides.  Now down the perineum.   His tongue flirts with my asshole, but never digs in.  Soon, he’s back up to my balls and the gentle suck into his mouth.  I close my eyes again and let him do whatever he wants to me.

He rolls me on my side.  He moves down the bed so his head is right at crotch level.  “Face fuck me,” he whispers.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  I begin pumping into him.  Shallow, maybe a third of my cock.  He takes it.  I give him more.   Deeper.  Harder and repeatedly.  I am effortlessly deep in his throat now.  Fucking hard.

A breather.  We do it again.  Then I suggest he hang his head over the side of the bed.  The bed is high enough that is the perfect height to fuck his mouth.  I keep going.  He is not going to the be the one to say stop.  I slow and pull out. 

“Now kneel on the edge of the bed.  I need to eat your ass…”

He does.  I kneel on the floor and bury my face in his hole.  My tongue is instantly on his tight pucker, making it looser.  I fuck him with it.  I add all the spit I can produce.  Finally, I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.  I push into his hole. 

“Fuck me, Sir!”

I deliberately hold still.  A beat.  I begin a slow in and out.  Really slow.  Letting me feel every inch of his hot, wet ass.  Kevin groans.  I begin a slow acceleration.  In and out.  In and out.  Soon, I am slamming my cock into him.  He takes it—and begs for more.

I pull out and kneel, tasting his wet ass.  He’s a great self luber.  His hole is awash in his juices.  He begs to clean my cock, but I just keep licking his hole.  I stand up and fuck him again.  This time when I pull out, I let him swivel around to taste himself on me.

I flop on the bed.  “I want you to do what we usually do on the rimseat.  Sit on my face and, in your own time, move to my cock.  Fuck yourself on it and then come back and let me eat you again.”

His eyes shine.  I get a pillow under my head and under my hips.  For whatever reason, I want the full weight of the man on my face.  He kneels astride my chest and settles his ass down on my face.  I hear his poppers open for the first time.  He grinds down on my tongue.  I am so deep inside him now, after the fuck, it makes my cock leak.  I stop stroking my cock and concentrate on rimming.  Keith pants and pulls his cheeks apart, letting me go even deeper.

Suddenly, he’s moving.  He’s riding my cock, back to me.  He slams himself down on my dick.  Over and over.  He suddenly slows.  “I shot a little,” he murmurs.

“Can you keep going?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he pulls off my cock, smears some of his cum on his ass and sits on my face.  My tongue finds it and swallows it down before hunting for more…

*

We take a quick break for some water.  Keith tells me he likes to get fucked on his side—as if we were spooning.  I haven’t done this is years.  I get behind him and slide in.  I do like the full feel of his back on my chest.  His ass is so open now, I can fuck him as hard as I like.

We roll so he is on his stomach.  I pummel his ass this way.

We move to him on his back and his legs on my shoulders.  It is fine for a moment, but I prefer to stand.  I do and pull him towards me.  The height of the bed again makes it a good fuck.

“I brought it.  We should use it.”

I get under the rimseat.  He sits.  When he stands up, he asks: “How can I get you off?” 

I hadn’t realized we are close to running out of time. 

I consider his question.  “Ride me, once I’ve poppered up.  And don’t stop.”

“That’ll make me shoot, too.”

I hit the bottle.  He sits on my dick just as the fumes are making my head swirl.  He takes a quick hit and pounds himself down on my dick.

Holy fuck!  I have not been in control of my orgasm for quite some time.  Keith is getting me there.  Fast.  He fucks himself down on me.  He begins to moan.  I know he’s shooting as his cum hits my thigh.

And, so am I.  I am spurting deep into his fucked-out hole.  Over and over.  It feels like gallons of jizz.  He has stopped bouncing and is grinding down on me.  Milking my cock.  He slowly leans forward, pulling off my dick.  He turns and licks my balls, giving my cock time to lose some of the over the top sensitivity.  When he’s caught a drizzle of jizz with his tongue off my balls, he works up the shaft.  Relishing the taste.  He cleans me up and then, knowing me so well, gets on all fours on the bed.  Presenting his super wet ass for my tongue…

Restraining Keith

 My Playroom—April, 2025

 

I was excited.  Keith was coming back to the playroom.  I hadn’t minded packing up the equipment to go to his place, but it was just easier to be in my own little den of iniquity.  I had done nothing on the Sunday after the house party, so my balls were full for Keith on this sunny Monday afternoon.

He arrived, looking as hot as always.  We hugged and we went straight to the basement.  I shut the door and turned on the porn as he got naked.  Keith is now in his 50’s but you’d not know it.  He stood there, naked, his cock plumping and asked the best possible question: “Where do you want me…?”

 

I don’t answer.  I go and sit on the fuck bench, that is still in the padded table position.  I spread my legs as I point to the floor in front of me.  He kneels.  His mouth is all over the discolored fabric of the jock.  He tongues it.  He pulls it aside and sighs as his tongue finds my balls.  He suckles each one before he moves to my elongated dick.  He licks up the shaft before taking me into his throat for the first of countless times today.  He sucks me for a bit, then moves back to my balls.  And under them.  I lean back, but it’s not as comfortable as I want it to be.

“Let’s move to the bed.”  His face lights up.  I lie down so he can work on all of me below the waist, just as he had at his house.  His tongue is everywhere.  Balls, perineum, cock, piss slit and back again to where he started.  He starts for my asshole, but I stop him.  I want to save that treat for later.

Finally, Keith comes up for air.  He is breathing slightly hard, but the look on his face is ecstatic.   “I need to eat your ass,” I tell him, pointing to the flattened fuck bench.  He gets up and gets on all fours.  I kneel behind him and my tongue connects with his slightly puffy ass lips.  I dig in.  He sighs.  He remembers the mirror on the side wall that show him just what I’m doing.  His gaze is riveted to watching me eat him out.  I can’t get enough of his hole.  It is juicing more and more as my tongue invades him.

Finally, I stand up.  My very red cock pushes into him.  Keith gasps.  I wait for his breathing to change.  When it does, I begin a slow in and out.  He moans in pleasure.  I pick up speed.  Soon my hips are slapping his upturned ass.  I stop abruptly.  I pull out and give him my cock to clean.  He licks his ass lube off it, mumbling a little incoherently about how good it is.  I go back and fuck him again.  Another cleaning.

“Let’s move to the sling.”

He gets in, his legs up on the chains.  I move to the side of the sling.  He assumes I’m feeding him my cock again.  But I’m not.  I unsnap the wrist restraints hanging above his head and put them on him.  His eyes get slightly wider as I buckle them in place.  “You said you wanted to try some new things.  Is this okay?”

He nods.  And I fasten his wrists up on the sling chains above his head.  “No jerking while I fuck you,” I grin.  I do his ankles and attach them to the chains.  I love the look of him trussed up.  I go to my knees and eat his juicy hole.  I stand up and fuck.  I eat him out again.  And fuck.

Keith is groaning.  He is so used to either feeling himself or touching my head as I rim, that not being able to move is really new.  As I go to eat his hole again, I remember how Jake had suggested attaching the chain in the middle of the sling frame, so I could clip his legs to it so they were straight up.  I add the chain and move him.  Keith moans his approval.  I grab the leather blindfold.

“I’ve never done this…” he mumbles as I re-size it for his head.  I black out his vision, with the soft lambskin, on the inside, covering his face. 

“Okay?”

He nods.  Not quite trusting himself to speak.  I eat his ass.  I fuck him.  I have him clean my cock.  But everything feels different now.  He can’t tell what I’m going to do before I do it.  I fill my mouth with my warm tea before I eat him out again.  He groans at the temperature change.  I eat.  I fuck.  The next time I take a drink of the ice water that is always in the playroom.  He really moans as my cold tongue burrows into him.  I fuck him again.  Hard.  Fast.  Rocking the sling frame.

I stick my dick in his mouth and remove the blindfold.  He tells me how much he loved it.  I unclip him and help him out of the sling.  “My turn,” I tell him.  “I want you to lick my ass.”  I jump in the sling, my legs on the chains.  “Pass me the blindfold.”  He gets it from where it hangs on the corner of the frame.  I put it on and ‘go away’…letting his tongue do anything he wants to me.  He licks, he tongue-fucks me.  He does my balls.  Licks up the shaft of my dripping cock—and burrows into my ass again, tongue fucking my precum into my hole.  I bring my knees to my chest, tilting my ass up slightly.  Keith moans…and goes deeper with his tongue…

*

I slowly come back to reality and tell him we should get me out of the sling.  I take off the blindfold. For a moment, I feel slightly unsteady on my feet as I stand up.  We hug—before I pull the rimseat from the wall and move it next to the bed.

“Who’s under first?” I ask.

“Please let me.  I want you to sit on my face so bad.”

I nod and let him lie down.  I lower the seat and sit down.  I take a hit of poppers and get lost as he licks out my hole once again.  But it feels different now.  Even more connected with each other.  When my head clears, I abruptly stand up.  I grab the spreader bar and clip it to the ankle restraints.  I roll his legs up.  He grabs the bar along with me, rotating his ass off the mat and into perfect fuck position.  I fuck him hard, before letting his legs down.  I sit again on the rimseat.  He thanks me by letting his tongue be even more active.

“You want my dick again?”

I am pretty sure he answers “Please, Sir,” but it’s hard to tell with his face pressed so tightly to my ass.  I get up, pull the bar up and fuck him hard.  He reaches for his own cock, and then thinks better of it.  “I’d have shot,” he admits.  I let his legs relax and sit on his face one last time.  Again, he burrows deep, mumbling out how good I taste.

We return to the bed, at his suggestion.  “I need your balls,” he says simply.  He can’t get enough of the sex sweat that has built up where they meet my body.  He licks and licks, his tongue moving non-stop.  Once again, he plays with his cock, but stops himself, just before he shoots.

“Fuck me.  Please.”

I’m delighted to get him back in the sling.  His oral work on my balls has me on the edge.  He hops in.  I spend a little time on his ass, returning the rimming favor.  It just gets me hotter.  I stand up and slip inside him.

“Fuck!” he croons.  “Breed me.”

I nod and begin the final anal assault.  It grows and grows.  I am panting.  I know my orgasm is seconds away, and…

It’s there.  I am flooding him with seed.  Every nerve in my cock is firing and I blast it deep into his guts…

After I recover, I stay inside him, encouraging Keith to shoot himself.  He tries—and though he was so close before—he can’t quite get there.  “Over stimulated,” he sighs.  I tell him to get home and relive the scene, while fingering my cum in his hole.  He nods.  “I will.”

I am pretty sure that worked for him.

Showing Off for an Audience

 Near Home—March, 2025

 

You would have thought I would be sated after my terrific time with Keith.  Seemingly not.  The next day I went in search of more fun…

 

I arrive after lunch.  I walk into the theatre space.  I join seven other men.  I don’t know any of them.  I pass a very handsome Latino in his early 30’s leaning on the wall by the restroom door.  He is watching the straight porn avidly and groping a mound in his trousers.  A Black man is at the corner near the Latino.  He has his dick out and is stroking it.  Two cubby men are doing the same, but nowhere near each other.  The other three are kneading mounds of cock and balls still covered by their pants. I sit in my usual spot and take out my erection.

All the men are now eyeing each other, except the Latino. He has proceeded to take out a long, thin dick and jerks to the screen where a hung guy is fucking between a woman’s massive breasts.  The rest of us are glancing at the screen and at each other.  No one is ready to make the first move.

I stroke and decide enough is enough.  I nod to the slightly shorter cubby guy.  He responds by standing up and kneeling in front of me.  He swallows me down.  It’s nothing special, but it breaks the ice for the day.  The Latino leaning on the wall can’t seem to believe sex is happening right in front of him.  He tries to keep looking at the screen, but keeps turning his head to watch us, too. My cocksucker tires fast.  He gets up and sits down in his place.  He jerks his dick furiously.

I look at the other cub.  A little younger and a little plumper.  He nods at me.  I nod back.  I beat him to the draw and get up and suck his regulation sized cock.  In moments he pleads with me to stop.  I do.  We reverse.  I sit in his seat and he sucks me until he shoots on the floor.  I get up, letting my hard, wet dick swing free, and go to the restroom to piss.  The Latino can’t take his eyes off it as I pass.

I piss and come back out, passing the jerking Latino again.  “Damn…” he whispers.  I smile at him and sit back in my regular seat.  I watch the shorter cubby guy get up and head to the restroom.  On his way back, the Latino stops him and they have a long, whispered exchange.  When they finish, the cub comes over to me.

“That guy,” he tells me, gesturing with his head, “wants to watch me suck you. That ok?”

“Sure.”

He kneels and takes me in his mouth once again.  The Latino is now watching us, not the video.  He stays at the same wall, jerking his larger than average cock.  The guy sucking me is fine, but the idea that we’re doing it to please someone else really elevates it.

The Black guy, who has never looked at anyone, suddenly stands up and shoots on the floor.  He leaves, vacating the chair nearest where the Latino is standing.  “Why don’t we give him a better show?  Let’s move closer.”

The Cub likes this idea.  We go over.  Now the Latino can stand near his wall and be right over my shoulder to watch everything.  I hear his hand on his juicy dick.  It makes hot squishy noises on each stroke.  The Cub is really getting into the blowjob.  He sucks and licks, constantly pulling off me to show the Latino the size of my cock and how deep he just took it in his throat.

A new guy comes into the room.  He is mid 30’s, white and with a pronounced receding hairline.  He sits next to me, taking out his dick and jerking.  He soon asks the Cub if he can have a turn.  I am surprised when he agrees.  He makes room for the new guy, who is a little younger and, it turns out, a better cock sucker.

The idea of a new man on my dick makes the Latino work his own dick faster.

I ruffle the hair of my new cocksucker.  I am surprised by the Latino bending down and whispering in my ear.  “I want to cum on your dick.  Yes?”

I nod.  “I’m sure one of these guys will lick it off.”

He nods repeatedly before he says “But not yet.”

The Cub wants back on my cock.  The new guy stands up and gives me his cock to suck while I’m being serviced.  Again, the Latino is beside himself that I am actually a sucking a cock right in front of him.  He beats his dick faster, if that’s possible.

I really love this scene.  It’s fun and slightly different.  And I love showing off.

The door opens.  In walks Road Worker.  He sees me and smirks.  He walks around the Cub on his knees.   RW strips off his pants.  Then his shirt.  He bends, jutting his butt out by leaning on the chair next to me.  “Put that cock where it belongs,” he rasps out.

The guy in my mouth moves aside instantly.  The Cub gets up, knowing intuitively I am going fuck. He stands next to the guy who was just in my mouth.  They jerk in unison as I stand up and smear lube on my cock.

The Latino moves away from his wall to get a better angle.  “Fuck his ass,” he whispers. 

I let Road Worker take a deep hit of poppers.  I push into him.  Just as roughly as the last time I fucked him.  He loves it.  His cock bounces as I fuck.

“Breed him,” says the Cub.

“Fuck, yeah!” says the new guy, stroking along with my thrusts.

“Fuck that whore.”  This is from a guy who has been here all this time and watched the whole scene.  The fuck has made him come over to us and take his dick out.  I look at the four men stroking to my fuck.  I pull my cock out so they can all see the length of it.  I shove it right back in, fucking Road Worker still harder.  And deeper.

“FUCK!”  Road Worker whines. 

“You want my cum?  I grate out.

He nods and fumbles for the poppers.  I slow down and let him inhale.  I speed up the moment the cap is replaced.

“Take it,” I mumble.  The thrusts speed up.  I am so close.  And I love having guys watch this so avidly.  And…I’m there.  I blast into his guts with I don’t know how many spurts.  I hold his hips as Road Worker shoots all over the floor, milking my dick with his ass, whether he wants to or not.  I close my eyes and hold him onto me until he stops shaking.

When I open my eyes, the floor is awash with cum.  I don’t know how many of my spectators shot…

But the Latino beat me into the restroom…

Keith and His Talented Tongue (and Ass!)

 Saugatuck—March, 2025

When I came home from Ross’ house, I left the sling, bagged and ready, in the living room.  At the end of the week, I had been invited to go to Keith’s house on the west coast of Michigan.  It was only fair that I make the trip as he had come to me for our last play session.

I drove over on Friday.  I had added the rimseat as well the sling, since we both love to eat ass.  I found his large home easily.  The last time I had been there was when Tall Top and Tim had joined us.  (I will link that meet at the end.)  I had tried to get them for today, but they were on an extended vacation out of state.

I set up the equipment quickly.  The rimseat was placed near a king-sized bed in another room.  The sling was in the main room where Keith had also set up two benches we could press into service for fucking. 

We strip down, me to jock and socks and Keith to fully naked.  He suggests the massive bed…

 

“Just lie back.  You had that long drive…”

I lie down and spread my legs.  One of the handsomest men I know crawls between them.  My jock pouch plumps just looking at him. He inhales deeply.  He sighs at the heady aromas of my sweat and sex.  He licks it tentatively.  It turns him on.  He repeats it again and again before finally pulling back the fabric and letting my erection stand up.  He kisses the drooling head, but then ignores my cock.  He licks my balls.  It’s my turn to sigh.  His thick tongue covers every inch of the hairy sack.  He sucks them individually into his mouth, tugging at them with the lightest suction. 

Keith moves to the fold where my leg meets my groin.  He licks and licks.  It gets wet—and then he licks all that up with his tongue.  He does it to the other side, too.  It feels terrific and it is exquisite agony that he is ignoring my demanding dick.  He moves up and finally licks the length of my cock, mopping up a new drop of precum.  He doesn’t linger on my shaft, he moves to my perineum, lifting my balls and digging his tongue above and below my cock ring.  He bathes the entire area.  He goes down my taint, but deliberately does not lick my tight pucker.  He teases it with the merest flick of his talented tongue before working back up to my balls.

Finally, he goes up my shaft once again, ovals his mouth and takes me to the root.  He pulls off me, panting, before doing it again. I glance over at a clock on the nightstand.  He has been worshiping me with his mouth for a good half hour.  And it has been utter bliss.  He goes down on me once more.  I fuck up into his mouth, making him take every inch.

“I need to eat your hot ass.”

He moves to the end of the bed, kneeling and expectant.  I kneel on the rimseat mat and it’s the perfect height to dig my tongue into him.  He moans and I try to give him every bit as much pleasure as he just gave to me.  I lick and spit and drill it into him.  I lick up and down his hairy crack.  My tongue flicks the backside of his balls.  I even pull his hard cock down and get a dollop of precum on my tongue.  I fuck it into his now slightly gaping hole.

I stand up.  My cock is rampant.  I can’t wait to slide it into Keith.  But on his knees, he is too tall.  He moves so he is standing and his chest is pressed to the mattress.  I push in.  I watch my entire length disappear. 

Keith groans.  “Fuck me, Sir!”

I hold a moment.  I feel his ass give.  I begin to fuck.  Slow and steady.  Long strokes.  I love watching my cock go in and out of him.  I build the pace.  My cock is pummeling him now.  Hard.  I slow and pull out.

“Taste your ass…”

He spins and cleans my cock.

I lie down on the bed again.  “Ride me.”

“Which way?”

“I want to see your face.”

He kneels, legs on either side of me.  He lowers himself onto my cock.  I love watching his face go from concentration to surprise to pure pleasure.  He bounces, being careful to never go too high to disconnect.

We reverse.  He slams himself down on me again and again.

He rolls off me and I fuck him on his side, arms around his chest and pressing his back to me.

“Sling time.”

We get up.  We both have some water and Keith gets in the sling.  I rim him again.  Briefly.  To get my cock as hard as possible again.  I sink into him.  Keith is staring at the mirror.  He loves watching his ass be split in two with my dick.  I pull out and have him lick me once more.  I now fasten the stirrups behind his head, sliding them down to his knees.  This tilts his ass up and off the sling.  I feast on the now spread wide hole.

And fuck it.  Hard and fast.  His ass is getting very wet and begins to make squishy sounds from all the natural lube.  He cleans me once more.

“Let’s try your benches.  One is the curved bench we had used during the orgy.  Keith leans on it and presents his beautiful ass in my direction.  I do a quick lick and a hard fuck. 

The other is two stools with a board between them, covered by a blanket.  Keith steps across the board, jutting his ass out.  His chest rests on the board.  I eat and fuck.  Fuck and eat.  Relishing the freshly fucked hole.

“You need to eat my ass now,” I tell him.

We decide on the sling.  I get in and close my eyes.  He spends almost as long pleasuring my pucker as he did while licking me on the bed.  He can’t get enough.  I do one hit of poppers, but no more.  I want to feel his tongue’s every move.  He licks and spit and does everything to me with his mouth that I have done to him.

I finally stop him, as I want his butt again.  We move to the rimseat.

We have a moment where we both move to raise the seat, to get under it.  I prevail.  I tell him the usual—in his own time after I get him good and wet, to ride my cock for a bit and sit back on the seat. 

He nods and I lie down.  He sits, spreading his cheeks open for me with the seat.  I dig in.  His ass lube is sweet and wonderful.  I lick and tongue fuck him.  Without any warning he gets up and sits on my cock.  He rides.  Hard.  “Fuck, I could shoot right now…” he moans.  But he doesn’t.  He brings his freshly fucked hole back to my face.  I lick up all the juices…and it makes me want to cum.

“Lean on the bed,” I tell him, slightly muffled with his ass so close to my face.

He gets up and complies.

I don’t even eat him again.  I push my cock into his battered hole.  Over and over.

“Use me!”

“Fuck, yes!” I grunt.

“Cum in my hole!” 

I pick up the pace.

“Please…Sir.”

That ‘Sir’ does it for me.  I unleash my pent-up load.  I hadn’t shot with Ross, so it’s a week’s worth of jizz that I fire into him.  I marinate a long time as he strokes himself.

“I could have cum three times on the seat or your cock, but I can’t quite now.”

I rock into him gently.  He strokes.  But then decides to save that pleasure for later.  I pull out and taste my load.  I let him keep what I blew in him deep.  I just lick up the escaping jizz.  I bring it to his mouth and we kiss…

*

These two never get old…

 

Keith Hosts with His Hole  Part One

Keith Hosts with His Tongue  Part Two

"You're Tasting Some Guy's Ass..."

 Near Home—January, 2025

 After the great sex with Joseph’s furry butt, spelled out in the last post, you would have thought I would be satisfied.  But it just made me want more.  So, off I went to the bookstore, that Friday afternoon...

 

There are six men here; I make seven.  I sit and open my fly.  The couple who come here to watch the other suck cock are sitting at opposite ends of the room.  The one with the shaved head is on me the moment I’m fully hard.  He is good, but his mild-mannered partner is even better.  The moment the shaved head man gets up, the partner is there to take me to the root effortlessly.  Both know I am not likely to shoot and are fine with that.  They love the feel of a big dick in their mouth and throat, so much so, Shaved Head comes back for round two.

The couple leaves, having likely sampled every man in the room but the one who won’t unzip.  Four of us stroke to the porn.  The other guy, with his hands over his crotch, falls asleep.  Eventually, I get up and suck a man around my age.  It’s a smallish cock.  My tongue works all over him.  He likes my mouth and gives me a load.

As I get up, the door opens.  It’s the guy who shoots in 15 seconds.  He sees me, comes over, bares his cock, takes a hit of poppers and, in 15 seconds, I have a big load of jizz in my mouth.

He leaves. 

I stroke.

The men change as we move to late afternoon.  The top who is always on his phone gets off it and actually fucks the Mexican who never cleans out.  I am surprised.  By both actions.

There is also an appearance from Nine Inch Stroker.  He shows off for about 20 minutes and leaves.

And it peters out…guys leave…and so do I.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

The next day I had scheduled Keith in the playroom.  You will remember him from these pages—most likely from the time when I included Tall Top and Tim in the mix—and then again when the same foursome was at Keith’s house, doing it all over again.

He sent me a text that morning. Before I looked at it, I braced myself for a cancellation.  He wrote that he wanted to be fucked in public.  Could we try that bookstore I’d mentioned to him?  I said sure and gave him the address…

 

I walk in.  The feeling is much cruiser today.  The couple is here again, too, working the room.  I let Shaved Head warm me up.  The tall Blond who loses control when he takes poppers is here.  He begs me to fuck him.  I tell him I’m waiting for a friend.  He doesn’t believe me, but at that moment Keith walks in.  Just like me, he’s wearing clothes he doesn’t care about.  He looks hot, even in ripped jeans and a black hoodie.  Guys around the room are envious as he makes a beeline to my exposed dick, kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He sucks me.  Making noises of pleasure.  Showing off.  Taking me to the root so his handsome face is pressed into my pubes.

I tell Keith to get undressed.  He does, naked but for the running shoes he slips back on.  He kneels on the chair.  I go to the floor and eat his ass.  He moans. One of the spectators stands up to get a better look at us.  I slurp and spit, before I stand up.  My wet cock slaps Keith’s hot butt.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” the spectator whispers.  I nod to him and poke my wet helmet head into Keith.  He groans.  I inch into his ass.  Slowly.  Until I am all the way in.  Keith pants.  His ass relaxes—and I begin to fuck.  With the position we are in, my hips slap his ass, making a lot of noise. 

Tall Blond stands up and comes over to watch the fuck.  He jerks his hard dick.  “I wish that was me…” 

“Stick your cock in his mouth,” I snap.  I don’t expect him to do it, but he does.  Now Keith has two dicks in him.  He’s got just what he wanted.  He fucks back on my cock as he swallows Tall Blond to the root.

I pull out of him and eat his hole again.  Tall Blond heads to the restroom.  I wonder if he’s shot, but I don’t pause to find out.  I eat the freshly fucked hole.  Keith moans, deep in his throat.  I spit one last time into his hole and stand up.  I slide in again.

This time, it is Shaved Head who gets his cock sucked as I fuck.  I am pleased the shy partner stands up, comes closer and gropes himself as he sees Keith work on his man’s meat.  I slap Keith’s ass, the sound filling the smallish room.

We take a break.  Keith sits back in the chair next to me, a little winded.  His phone goes off.  He scrambles for it, in the pile of clothes in the next chair.  He answers it and takes it, still naked, to the bathroom that is in this space.

A few minutes later, he comes back and gets dressed.  A work emergency.  He needs to leave.  We are both disappointed.  He gives my shoulder a squeeze and takes off.

I stay in my chair, my cock out.  I stroke to the nastier straight porn. 

The door opens.  A man of around the same build and type as Keith walks in, wearing a similar black hoodie.  He comes straight for my cock.  I know it isn’t Keith, but the man looks like the rough trade version of him.  A man who’s lived a harder life.  He goes to his knees and sucks my cock.  He’s great.  And he can’t get enough of it.  He unzips and takes out a fat slab of meat to stroke as he sucks.

The man comes up for air.  “You taste so good,” he grates out.

Tall Blond, sitting a chair away, says, “You’re tasting some guy’s ass on his dick!”

Instead of getting upset, the guy moans and swallows me down again.  He loves the idea.  Or the flavor.  Or both.  I know how good Keith’s hole tastes, so I can only agree.  Suddenly the new man stands up and his cock erupts.  He shoots his huge load on the floor.  He crams his still dripping dick into his pants and takes off.

Things quiet down.  I stroke.

A regular I have known for years comes in.  I haven’t seen him in this new space.  We chat.  We exchange blow jobs.  He gives me his watery load, never getting fully hard.

Now I want to fuck again—and the only man there looking for that is the Tall Blond.  He’s an asshole, but I might as well make his day.

“You want my load in your ass?” I ask him.

His response is to drop his pants and bend over.  I don’t rim him.  I just re-grease my cock and push in.

“Fuck, yes, stud.  Breed me!”

I begin to pump.  “You really want it?”

“You know I do…”

I fuck harder.  “Squeeze down on me!” 

He’s gone very slack.  He begins to milk the invading dick.  And moan, huffing poppers.

I slow down.  Long strokes.  Almost all the way out before slamming back into him.

“Use my fuckin’ ass…”

“Want my cum?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Say it!”  I am in full Dom mode with this guy.

“I want your cum in my ass.  Fill me up.”  And the afterthought: “Sir!”

That does it.  I begin to fire into his ass.  Blast after blast…

A Surprise for Keith

My Playroom—September, 2024

I was pleased to get a text from Keith.  He is so damn good looking.  (Over six feet tall, with his hair tightly cropped and lots of work at the gym, maintaining his 50+ body.)  He wanted to come to the playroom and be used hard.  We talked dates and settled on the last Sunday of the month.  He couldn’t get there until the evening.  I napped during the afternoon, wanting to be at my best for him, as it was later than I usually play anymore.

He arrived right on time.  It had been a hot day—and Keith was in shorts and a tight tee.  He looked great.  We hugged.  I could feel that his dick was semi-hard as it pressed into my cock, supported by my current grungy jockstrap.  He went off to the bathroom to make sure everything was still good after his car trip.  I went down to the playroom and turned on the porn.

In moments, Keith was there.  He stripped down to socks and a jock, as the cement floor was cool.

“Let me suck that cock,” he said, grinning…

 

I lay down on the bed, my legs splayed.  Keith kneels between my legs.  He is a great sucker—and knows what I like.  He starts on my balls, getting them really wet.  His tongue is constantly moving over the hairy sacks.  Slowly he works up the shaft.  He avoids taking the drooling head into his mouth.  He licks and licks…and suddenly he is sucking, taking me to the root.  He does it over and over.

“Have I ever done my mint trick with you?”

I shake my head.  He gets up and pops two hard candy mints into his mouth.  He settles back between my legs and starts sucking me.  At first, I can’t feel anything.  And then the tingle starts.  It is a nice change. My piss slit is alive—in a very pleasant way.

“I sometimes use more in my mouth, but that can get pretty intense.”

He sucks me until they are totally dissolved.  When I no longer feel them, we move to the sling.  I eat his ass.  I have some tricks of my own.  I take a sip of my hot tea and lick him out.  He groans.  I do it again.

“Hot…” he mumbles.

So, I take a sip of cool water and force my now colder tongue into him.  I hear him jerk his cock above me.  I stop the temperature play and just dig into his delicious ass.  In moments, I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times over the next two hours.  I fuck him hard.  I remember that he likes my hand on his throat.  I clamp down and deprive him of air for a moment.  I relax it and he gasps in pleasure.

I pull out and bring my we cock to his mouth.  He cranes around tastes his ass on my dick.  I go back and push into his butt once more.  I fuck him just as hard—this time three fingers are in his mouth and throat.  He loves this just as much.  He chokes slightly as I withdraw them.

“Let me rim your ass,” he pleads.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  We switch places.  My legs go up on the chains.  He kneels and inhales.  “I love your scent,” he whispers.  His tongue finds my pucker and he begins to lick.  I close my eyes.  I let him do whatever he wants with his tongue all over my perineum, balls and hole.  He moans as he burrows in.  I do, too.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him work on me. 

“Would it be okay for you to sit on the rimseat?”

I come back to reality.  I get out of the sling and set it up.  He lies on the thick mat, expectantly.  I stand astride his chest.  I sit down slowly, teasing him a little.  He digs in the moment I settle.  It feels so different here.  He can go deeper.  I let him do whatever he wants—as I sit there and watch the porn.  Stroking my drooling dick.

Finally, I stand up.  “I want your ass on the bench.”  He gets up and out from under the seat.  He kneels, presenting that hot ass for my inspection.  I rim him briefly, before I stand up and fuck.  Then I rim.  And fuck.  He cleans my cock after the second fuck.  I use his saliva to slip in a third time.

“Are you up for something different?” I ask.

He is.  I get him in the sling.  I go up to the freezer.  I have been making a Devil’s Dick.  I see that the tag on the bottle says 14 loads.  But I am certain, that the last two I shot in it, didn’t get recorded.  The condom has been hanging in my old vitamin bottle.

I go down and show him, explaining what it is.  “I have 16 frozen loads for your ass.”  I dangle the bulging condom full of cum in front of his face.

“Do they go in frozen?”

I nod.  I cut the condom, below the knot.  I peel the latex off and begin to push the frozen nugget of cum into his hole.  He pants, then concentrates on relaxing his hole—and it pops in.

“I love feeling it melt on my cock,” I tell him.

I push in.  It’s there—and melting fast.  I fuck him slowly, churning all those loads into his butt.

I pull out and bring him my cum covered cock.  He really loves, tasting it.  And the thick plastic bottle has prevented freezer burn.  It tastes like fresh cum.

I go to his ass and kneel.  I dig in.  The melting cum is still slightly cool to my tongue.  I lick him for a long time.  I stand, lean across him and snowball some into his mouth.  He takes it gratefully. 

I fuck him again, reveling in his jizz filled ass.  He cleans my dick once more, before I catch the cum with my tongue that is dribbling from his ass.

“I’m gonna get under the rimseat…”

I do, the moment he is out of the sling.  He sits on it.  My tongue pokes into his cum flavored hole.  I can certainly taste the jizz—but it is not dripping out of him as I expected.  I poke and prod.  He groans.  And suddenly, I am rewarded.  It’s an avalanche of cum slipping out of his ass and into my mouth.  I moan.  Keith can feel it flow out of him.  He begins squeezing down, emptying his ass onto my tongue.  I am awash in semen.  It’s everywhere.  In my mouth, and matted in my beard.  I stop jerking myself—as I don’t want to shoot.

When the flow stops, I clean up his ass.  He suddenly stands—my tongue is so intense on his hole.

“I want to shoot,” I tell him.

“Me, too…”

I get him in the sling.  There is a lovely film of cum still in his hole for my fucking pleasure.  Keith’s cock erects as I fuck.  He grabs it and begins jerking.  “Let me cum first,” he pleads.  And he does, just moments later.  He splatters his seed all over his stomach.  I mop some up, and coat my cock with it.

“Breed me!”

And I do, in just a few more strokes.  I love thinking about all the mingled loads in his ass.  And I’m even more pleased, he doesn’t shower before getting dressed.  He takes my load(s) home…