Shy One Makes the Trip Worthwhile

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And All I Wanted Was a Mouth on My Cock

 Near Home—May, 2026

My cruising in May started poorly.  I had another respiratory bug at the end of April.  It cleared quickly, but then I had two cancellations for sessions in the playroom.  One guy hurt himself as he was cleaning out and then the guy who wanted to film his hole being opened cancelled when I couldn’t find a videographer. 

The next week, my work gig got in the way of any fun.  It was literally halfway thru the month before I had sex.  I went to the bookstore near me.  I just wanted someone to suck my dick…

 

The place is crowded.  I have to sit along the side wall.  I take my dick out.  A hot man with closely cropped hair and massive arms is near the gay screen.  He reaches for the pretty boy next to him who is stroking.  Soon the hot guy kneels in front of him.  The young guy writhes in exquisite agony and soon gives up his load.  The hot guy swallows every drop.

I make eye contact with the hot guy.  I take my hand away from my dick to show it to him in all its glory.  He gets up, but doesn’t sit near me, but moves to a dad-type who is stroking right across from me.  Soon Hot Guy is sucking him.

The crossdressing Latino comes to me, waving a Magnum.  I tell him no.  I really want a mouth on my dick—and many guys in this setting won’t suck after I fuck—even covered in latex and always with a wash in the restroom to make sure.  He is insistent.  But so am I.  He goes home unhappy.

I watch Hot Guy get another load.  He swallows and sits back in his chair, looking right at me.  I nod.  He does nothing.

I watch the porn and stroke. 

I look back at Hot Guy.  He’s eyeing another guy who has his dick out.  Suddenly he stands up and walks over to me.  He sits in the chair to my left.

“That’s a big cock…”

“Do you want it?”

“It’s too big for me.  I couldn’t take it…”

He sits there a moment and takes his regulation sized dick out.  He strokes to the straight porn. 

“I’m happy to do you,” I tell him.  While it’s not what I wanted, it would at least be something fun.

He shrugs.  And jerks.  I go down on my knees.  He pushes his pants to his ankles.  I begin to suck.  But he can’t stay hard without a cock in his mouth.  As I try to get him hard again, he scootches down in the seat.  So that’s what he wants.  My cock travels along his ass crack.  I hit his tailbone.  He’s not at the right angle.  And he won’t move to the right one.  The tease is fine, but not the actual fuck.

I get up and sit back on my chair.  “If you kneel on the chair, I will be happy to fuck you,” I whisper. 

He looks offended and leaves for the old man who he was going to suck before he came over to me.  He’s on his knees in no time.

I stroke.

The guy I’ve known the longest from here comes in.  He sits next to me, then stands up and strips.  “Suck my cock,” he whispers.  I do.  But the brown bottle is constantly at his nose and his dick refuses to stand up.  I keep trying, while hoping some man will come over to suck me.

Cute College Kid comes in.  He sits in my usual chair and is soon playing with a man who is even older than me—who has a long thin (and hard) dick.  They trade blowjobs, while I keep working on the soft one in my mouth.  Just as I’m about to excuse myself from the guy I’m sucking and go help CCK, the young man explodes all over the naked older guy.  He gets dressed, sees me for the first time and exits with a wave.

Hot Guy leaves having taken load number three.  A few other men follow him out the door.

I excuse myself.  Zip up and take off.

And not a single person has touched my dick but me…

Valentine's Day Cock

 Near Home—February, 2026

 

Two days after my last post, it was Valentine’s Day.  And a Saturday night.  I was horned—and I wondered if there would be other unattached men feeling the same way at my local bookstore.  I arrived around 7pm.  It was a small crowd at first…

 

I sit in my usual chair.  There is a very hot, young, bearded guy kneading the crotch of his jeans, sitting to the side so he can see both screens.  There is also a balding guy, short and scrawny who is around my age and can’t take his eyes off the young man.  Sitting to my right is a tall guy in his 40’s.  He has his dick out when I arrive but puts it away when he eyes the bearded young man. 

I stroke.  The hot young man finally takes out his dick.  It’s a nice, almost seven-incher.  The tall guy is up and out of his chair.  He goes to the young man and reaches for his cock with a whispered “Let me suck that for you.”

The young man wriggles away and explodes.  “Ask before you touch me, fucker!”  He carries on in the same vein—and very loudly— as the tall guy backs off and eventually out of the room.  The young guy’s not wrong, but it feels performative, like he was just waiting for someone to cross the line.  “Nobody touches me without my permission,” he sums up.  True enough, but a simple “No thanks” would have worked.

I stroke.  I have no desire to play with him now, even if I go about it correctly.  But he likes to watch me, so he comes over and sits closer, but with a few chairs between us.   The bald guy follows and sits between us.

We all stroke to the straight porn.  The bald guy finally asks the young man if he can touch his cock.  We get a second round of lecture—but as the guy asked, he is rewarded with a moment of stroking the thin, long shaft.  The young guy asks him to stop.  It’s obvious that he’s on the edge of blowing his load.

The young man gets up and goes around the corner and sits near the gay screen, out of my range of vision.  The bald guy follows.  I hear him ask again—and he’s granted permission.  In moments, I hear the young guy shoot all over the guy’s hand.  The young one leaves.  Bald Guy accepts my offer of a piece of paper towel to clean up.  Once his hand is clean, he frees his pent-up cock.  It’s just a little smaller than the young man’s hard dick. 

“You want to suck it?” he asks.  He’s standing to my left so I won’t have to even get on my knees.  I nod and he steps closer.  He’s really excited from stroking the young man’s cock.  He gives me a big load in less than two minutes.  He goes off to the restroom and leaves.

I stroke.

Three men come in.  One is a regular, around my age, who pulls out his phone.  Another man, slightly younger than me, who’s been on my dick before, sits across the room from me, eyeing my cock and kneading his own.  The third man is a hot Black guy in his 30’s who sits as far away from everyone else as he can get—but pulls out a gorgeous cock.  He wanks out a load in under five minutes, watching the straight video.

The guy who’s sucked me nods to me.  I nod back.  Maybe for the benefit of the Black guy who’s still mopping up his dick, the guy gets out of his seat and crawls across the floor to my spread legs and hard cock.  (The guy on his phone never looks up.)  To his credit, the Black guy watches as my cocksucker knocks away my hand and takes me deep into his mouth and throat.  I close my eyes and revel in how good this cocksucker feels.  He has a thick tongue and it is everywhere.  He deep throats me repeatedly, leaving my dick awash in his spittle.

He moves to my balls.  “Get those pants down—I want under them.”

I unbuckle my belt and slide them to my knees.  I hunker down in the seat to give him better access.  He makes a show of pulling my balls up and begins licking my cock ring under there.  The Black Guy stands up.  He watches another moment and takes off.  My sucker flirts with licking my asshole, but stops just above it.  He works back up—taint, balls, shaft, drooling cock head.  He suckles the precum out of me.

Suddenly he stands up and feeds me his cock.  It’s just a shade smaller than mine.  He groans as my tongue goes to work.  He’s precumming, too, and I’m glad that he shares it.  But he really wants to suck—and in moments is back on his knees.

But he’s tiring, I can feel it.  “Don’t you ever cum?” he whispers, plaintively. 

He suddenly stands up, zips up and goes out the door.

I stroke.

I’ve now been here about two hours.   And the room is filling up.  The door keeps opening and admitting men—all ages, but most above 40.  But it’s a very different crowd.  I have never seen any of the of the dozen or so men who are here.  They are all watching the straight video.  One, who sat in front of the gay screen at first, realizes what he’s seeing and finds the last seat, next to me, for the straight side.

And not one of them takes out their cock.  There is not even any kneading, just an occasional adjustment.  I surmise that some of these guys might play—but not with so many other men as witnesses.  I am the only man masturbating.  There is not even a sidelong glance at me.

Do I stay?  I look at the very staid crowd once more.  I get up, push my hard dick into my pants and go wash my hands.  I check the room once again, standing in the restroom door.  There is no air of sexual energy anywhere but on the screen where the woman is taking a massive Black dick.  I sigh and go out the door…

The Problem with Kieran

 My Playroom—January, 2026

 

My busy January continued with an appearance by Kieran in the playroom.  He would be there weekly if I let him.  I do think he has one of the best mouths I have ever had on my cock in recent years.  But lately, he wants to be fucked as well.

Kieren is married, so his shower time is problematic.  I know he has a dildo that he uses on himself.  He knows about cleanout—but the routine that is ‘good enough’ for his toy is not good enough for my mouth and cock.  It was not an easy conversation to have, but I talked to him about it.  The next time he was here, it was better.  Until it wasn’t.  He did not want to try to re-clean at my house, so we just ended the session.

I had agreed to play once more…

 

It’s a cold, cold day, but the heat is on in the playroom—and it is actually toasty.   I leave Kieran to get undressed and go strip down in my bedroom.  When I come back through the playroom door, I’m in just boots and a clean jock, covered by my bathrobe.  I find Kieran naked on the bed, his eyes glued to the porn.  It’s an eight-man orgy—and Kieran is riveted by it.  I hang my robe on the doorknob and present my cock mound to him.

His mouth is all over the fabric.  Soon, he pulls it to one side with his teeth, letting my hardening cock spring free.  He looks at it for a moment, before swallowing me down.  I love to harden up in his throat.  I plump up fast.  He waits for as long as he can, before pulling off me and gasping for air.  He catches a breath and devours me again.  First a series of quick deep throats—and then he settles down to licking my cockhead and piss slit with his fabulous tongue.  I close my eyes and just let him do whatever he wants.

I open them again when he moves to my balls.  He loves to inhale deeply, savoring the fragrance of my nut sack.

“Lie down on the bed, so I can do them right…”

I do, adjusting the pillow so my head is a little higher and I can watch.  He sits between my legs and begins licking my balls.  He lifts them, his tongue tracing my cock ring.  He knows I like a guy to dig his tongue between the ring and my balls.  He does it expertly, making me squirm.

Now his thick tongue is lapping every inch of them, leaving me covered in his hot saliva.  Soon enough, he comes back to lick all that up, too.  He begins to work up the shaft.  He does everything he’s already done before, but now with me lying down.  I close my eyes again and let him go to town.

He pulls off me.  “My hole needs your cock.”

He stands up, as do I.  I have hung a chain from the top of the sling frame for Kieran to use to grab onto.  He’s short—and the sling is set tall for my legs.  He rolls into place, releasing the chain.  I get him to pull himself down towards me, using the D-rings on the sling.  He’s in position and ready.  I go to my knees.  I finger his hole with coconut oil.   He’s done a good job today.  I go to lick his hole.  But there is a funk that makes me stop.  To be blunt, he’s cleaned the hole, but the expelling water has left his perineum and even his cheeks with an unpleasant smell.

I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Hard.  Letting out my frustration.  He’s taken away one of the things I love most about a good fuck.  I pump into him.  He’s surprised at my speed—but loving it.  And, surprisingly, my cock is, too.

“I think I could cum…” I mutter.

Before he can say anything.  I am unloading deep into his ass.  I’d thought about faking it—and my body took over.

He’s pleased.

I’m fine with the compromise.

But it means another talk before he’s over here again.  And I’m not looking forward to that…

New Night, New Men, New Dick and Ass

 Near Home—November, 2025

It was Friday.  Work had finished up on Thursday.  I had all day.  I wrote up the All Saints’ Day post in the morning.  Out of habit, as I ate my lunch, I thought I’d go to the bookstore.  As I made tea afterwards, I decided to switch it up.  I’d go that night.  I thought I might see some new faces at a time/day I don’t usually go.

It was the right choice…

 

I go into the dark room.  My usual chair is free.  I sit and unzip.  There are three men all sitting along the long wall—where they can see both screens.  All have their dicks out.  The one closest to the gay screen is an older Latino.  Next is a man half his age.  He is Latino, as well.  The third man reminds me of my cubby friend Franklin from Toronto.  All are checking out both screens of porn.

I stroke along with them.  The younger Latino makes a move to touch the older Latin man.  He begins jerking his cock for him.  This excites the Franklin look-a-like.  He strokes harder and looks right at me.

I nod.

He nods.

I don’t know if he wants my mouth or my cock.  I get up and stand in front of him, my cock swinging, giving him a chance to show me.  He strokes faster, making no move to lean forward and suck me.  I go to my knees and swallow his six-incher.  He groans.  The young Latino changes seats to sit right next to us.  Maybe he’s squeezing the guy’s nipples, I’m too busy sucking cock to tell.  The suckee groans again.  “I’m gonna cum,” he moans.  I pick up the pace.  “I’m gonna shoot…” Is he warning me?  Does he expect me to pull off?  “I’m gonna…fuck!!”

He begins shooting his 30-something load of cum into my mouth.  Blast after blast.  I let him marinate a moment before my tongue starts to clean him up.  He lets me get every drop, squirming in the seat.

Someone new had entered the room mid-blowjob.  When I go back to my seat, I see the Minute Man—the guy who shoots the moment I take his stubby dick in my mouth.  Perfect.  He takes a huge hit of poppers as I walk past my seat and kneel in front of him.

“Here it comes,” he whispers. 

And it’s a huge load.  I swallow and clean.  He pants.

Both men who’ve shot leave.  As does the older Latino.  A pity—I wanted to make him number three.  I sit down.  I have a slight case of jizz joy.  My cock is rock hard.  I want the young Latino to suck me, but I think he’s not happy with me that I got the loads he likely wanted.

We both stroke.  Far apart.

Two men arrive.  A 20-something Black man, long and lean, sits near me.  A white guy with a football player’s build sits on the long wall, near the young Latino.  Both grope their crotches.

The young Latino makes the move on the young Black man.  He gets him to open his pants.  He does. A long, thin and very hard cock emerges.  The Latino sucks it noisily.  Showing off.  Occasionally glancing at me to see if I’m envious.

Soon, the Latino pulls the guy’s pants down to his ankles.  Underwear follows.  The Latino begins to lick the guy’s balls while he strokes the long dick with his right hand.  The young man being serviced scoots down in his seat.  The Latino takes it as an invitation to eat his ass.  And he does.  Noisily.  This makes the bigger white guy take out his dick.  I stroke my cock harder.

Then the Latino makes a mistake.  He has gotten his dick out and tries to push into the ass he’s just been eating.  “Don’t!  No fucking!” the guy being serviced hisses.

This makes the Latino stop altogether.  He goes around the corner and sits by himself.  The four of us all stroke to the porn—and the possibility of what might happen next.

Five minutes go by.  Seven.

“Daddy,” the young Black guy whispers, “suck my cock?” 

I’m in shock, but I go to my knees.  His pants are still around his ankles.  I kneel and take him into my mouth.  He’s long but thin.  I can take him easily down my throat.  He moans.  Something he didn’t do with the Latino.

I glance up.  The Latino is looking daggers at me.  I ignore him and keep pleasuring the young man.  I move to his balls.  He hunkers down for me, too.  My tongue touches his tight hole.  He groans.  And squirms.  And hisses out a “Yessssss…”

I pause to get his pants truly off him.   Now his legs can go up in the air with ease.  I begin tongue fucking him.  Hard and fast.  He beats his dick in time with my rimming.  I grease up a finger and slide that into him, too.

The Latino gets up and begins to suck the cock of the fourth guy.  It’s a good thing he’s busy, for in the next moment my young man whispers “Will daddy fuck me?”

He wants to do it just like that, on his back with his legs in the air.  My long legs makes that impossible without doing deep knee bends.  I tell him to kneel on the chair.  He does, telling me to go slow. (The blow job actually pauses for a moment so they can both watch me enter that ebony ass.)  I grease up.  I push.  The tongue-opened hole snaps shut.  I add more lube.  Drizzle some spit and try again.  The young man pants.  He does a hit of poppers and my fat helmet head disappears into him.  His arms wave for me to pause.  I do.  I stay in place, though every nerve ending of my dick wants me to sink all the way into him.

“Take it out.  Please…”

I do.  I eat his hole once more.  It’s better with him on all fours.  (The blow job across the room resumes.)  I tongue fuck him as he takes poppers.  I do another round of fingering.

“Can I try again?”

He nods.  I grease up.  I push.  His hole gives…and he squeals “Too big!” 

I step back and he gets up.  He grabs his clothes and runs to the restroom.  I look at the chair seat.  He’s shot his load…

I sit.

The guy with the football player build gives the young Latino his cum.  He leaves.

The young Latino ignores me and pulls out his phone.

Time passes.

I stroke.  Is this it?

The door opens.  A good looking, very dark-skinned Black man comes in.  Likely mid- 30’s.  He sits next to me.  The Latino leaves in a huff.

The guy tells me he’s never been here before.  “Do guys actually have sex here?”

“Yes.”

“Sucking or fucking or both?”

“Depends.”

The questions go on.  It arouses him enough to knead his crotch.

“You sure have a great dick, man.  Stand up and show me that thing.”

I do.  Stroking obscenely for his pleasure.

“If I ever want to get fucked, I’d like a dick like that one.”

I nod and make to sit down.

“Don’t do that.  I can see you need to get off.  Cum for me.”

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t, but nearly fucking that young man has really got me going.

He leans closer.  Is he going to take me in his mouth?  No, he just keeps kneading his crotch.  “Damn…” he sighs.

I decide to go for it.  I close my eyes and think of my cock pushing into the young guy’s asshole.  I see my head pop into him…

And I explode.  I cover the floor with cum.  The guy has to pull his feet out of the way.

I clean up.

He follows me to the parking lot.  He wants me to come home with him and fuck. I  sigh. “That needed to be said before I shot…”

He looks at me blankly as I get in my car…

Better Than a Hand

 Near Home—November, 2025

 

I loved working Evan’s hot hole on his recent trip to the playroom, but those sessions are all about him, not about getting me off.  When I woke up on Saturday, I knew I would be wanting to shoot my load before the day was out.  I had a busy morning and afternoon—but I had reserved the night for the hunt for the right mouth or ass…

 

I open the door to the darkened room.  It is fairly crowded.  An older man is in my usual seat, so I sit along the short wall, where I can only see the straight video.  It also just happens to be next to a very handsome man, likely in his 40’s, who is kneading his cock mound as I sit.  His eyes are on me, not the screen, as I unzip and pull out my cock.  I erect fast, especially with his gaze riveted to my crotch. 

I stroke.  The porn is good and wet.  In moments, the handsome man unzips his pants and takes out a hot seven-incher.  We stroke.  I idly smear my precum over my cock head with one finger, tasting it afterward.  I spit in my palm and continue stroking.

The guy leans towards me.  “I’ve seen you here before.”

I nod.  He does look familiar, but I’m sure we haven’t played.

“Sometime, not now, not here, I want you to fuck me.”

I nod—and smile.

He kicks off his shoes, stands up and takes off his pants.  There is no underwear.  He folds his slacks and tucks them under his seat.  He unbuttons his shirt, but leaves it on.  He has a good body, with hair between his pecs and much more below the waist.  He steps in front of me, kneels and says: “You need something better than a hand on that gorgeous cock…”

He leans in and takes me to the root on the first go.  His mouth feels wonderful—and he knows how to suck big dick.  His tongue is restless—and can’t stay out of my piss slit, every time he works his way back up my shaft.

Now he goes for my balls.  Licking.  Lifting them to lick under them.  Taking them with the gentlest suction into his mouth.  One, then the other and back again.  I close my eyes and hunker down in my seat a little so he has easier access.  He seems to love my nut musk—every few minutes he inhales deeply, savoring it.

Finally, he stands up.  He is rock hard.  He sits back in his chair and I kneel in front of him.  I do all the things to him that he just did to me.  Piss slit.  Deep throat.  Balls.  Licking up his precum drool.  I lick under his balls.  As he has no cockring on, they all but disappear into his body as my tongue excites them.

I take a breather and sit back down.  He’s ready to go again.  He kneels.  Then asks if I would take my pants off.  I undo them and push them to my ankles.  He does it all again.  Lots of deep throating.  Using that spit on my balls.  Tonguing me everywhere.  He’s back to lifting my balls and licking the cock ring.  He starts down my perineum.  He stops just above my tight pucker.  He comes up for air, panting.

“I really want to rim your ass,” he breathes.  “Please?”

I nod, not really believing he wants to do it.  I lean back and squirm down in the chair for better access.  I am sitting right by the pole that is in the room (where I often have men brace themselves for a fuck.)  My boots go up on it and he goes under my legs.  I feel his hot breath on my asshole.  I wait.  He takes a hit of poppers…

Fuck!  His tongue is licking all around it.  You can always tell who does it to be nice and who loves/needs to eat out a hole.  He is the latter.  He is moaning with every lick.  The man to the left of us stops looking at the porn—his eyes are on us.

It’s my turn to moan as his tongue hits and works open my sphincter.  He suddenly stops.  He is handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  So does here.   I bliss out.  He goes deep inside me as my muscles relax.  He begins a rough tongue fucking.  Damn!  He is doing to me, what I have done to countless men before I work my dick into them.  I groan and let him eat me out.

The handsome man stops tongue fucking me.  He is now licking my ass lips.  He leaves them sopping wet.  He licks up to my balls once more.  I am about to say I want to do the same to him, when his tongue travels back down to my ass.  He takes a hit and digs in, passing the brown bottle to me.  I take a hit, too, and am lost in a wet and sloppy sex haze.

I have no idea how long he is down there, but eventually he stands up, stretches and sits down.  He begins to dress.  “I need to go to the car, I’ll be back.”

He leaves, likely for a cigarette and I pull my pants back up over my ass.  I stroke to the porn and wait for him.  He comes back and I suck his dick.  He is not as rampant now, but nicely hard.

A large guy I know who likes me to fuck him comes over.  He asks both of us to take turns on him.  The handsome guy, stands up, pulls himself together and goes out to the parking lot again.  The large guy sits back down near the gay screen.

I wait.

The handsome man comes back.  But he’s done.  Somehow, he’s lost all his mojo.  I ask if he was put off by the larger guy.  He says no.  That he’s tired.  He gets up and sits far across the room from me.  He pulls out his phone and scrolls through it.

We’re done.  And I’m not sure why.  I want to tell him about the playroom.  I get up and start towards him—and he all but runs out the door…

*

Nerves?

Shame?

Did he jerk off in the parking lot?

Who knows?  I do know that it was some of the best sex I’ve had there—until there was no way to salvage it.

Poor Excuses and Missed Chances

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Porn in the Cornfields of Ohio

 In the middle of Ohio—July, 2025

 

Ok, this is an odd one.  There’s no sex.  But I like to think, when I’m feeling full of myself, that I am a reporter on sex in America…

 

The last gasp of Fornication Weekend was not a very late night.  I got back to my motel and had a good night’s sleep.  I was up fairly early, packed the car and took off.  I had no motel reservation for the evening.  I wanted to drive as far as felt I was able and then stop.  I knew I wouldn’t try to drive all ten and half hours to home.

I loved that I was off early before the heat of the day.  The miles fell away quickly.  Tennessee gave way to the mountains of Kentucky.  After lunch, I was crossing the river into Ohio.  I ended up at the same motel I had used on the way down.

Of course, I got online.  I was in the middle of farm country.  I didn’t expect anyone to come to the motel and offer me their ass.  And they didn’t.  But I saw that a smaller town, 20 some miles away, had an adult video store.  Of course I had to investigate.

I went after dinner.  It was literally at the crossroads of two state highways, cornfields surrounding it.  It had a huge parking lot for semis to overnight.  And three big rigs were there.  I parked and went in.  A middle-aged woman sold me a ticket to the theatre and directed me to a door at the back.

It was a larger room then I expected.  Two or three long padded benches were in the middle of the room facing two large screen televisions.  There were individual chairs scattered around the back and the wall to the left.  A table by the door had tissues and hand sanitizer.  The right wall had two open doors in it.  Each was an individual room with one screen and seating for two.  Couple’s booths?  Or perhaps where you take the blow job if others are present.  The videos in these two rooms were not playing.

I am used to the porn shown being selected from the rental library of the store.  This was all off the internet.  The video on the right wall was a Trans woman masturbating.  The left screen was a German couple who were heavily into bondage and S&M.  I’m talking needles in her breasts. Ouch.

Just then, a man came in.  He all but ran to one of the small rooms and shut the door.  I heard him trying to start the movie in there.  Soon he came back out and went to get the manager.  After a polite knock on the main door, she came in and started the movies in the two side rooms.  The young man shut himself in the one of them.

“Honey, let me change that.  You don’t want to see that, do you?”

She selected a new film clip, managing to pause the Trans movie while doing so.  She left.  The new flick was Japanese.  They had a five minute conversation in that language before any skin was revealed. 

The young man in the booth came out and banged out the main door.  I investigated.  He took all of five minutes to shoot his load in a piece of paper towel on the top of the waste basket.  I looked at the porn he watched.  It was one of those ‘all in the step-family’ videos.  The actress playing the step mom can’t shut up—as she instructed her step-son how to service her.  It was totally unerotic with her jabbering away.

I checked the other room.  The ugliest man in porn since Ron Jeremy was fucking a hot woman.  He had a large cock—and it was condomed.  I went back to the Japanese.     A blow job was just finishing up.  The next scene, after another long spate of spoken dialogue, was with two men on the same woman.  It started rather hot but the guys were embarrassed that the other man was there.  One of them lost his erection. 

The trans video was still frozen in mid stroke.

I checked the step family video.  Now she was instructing her ‘daughter’ how to give a blow job to the same young man.

I fled.

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If you have all the internet to download from, who picks such wacky and odd scenes?  Is this what the men here want?  Or are they just grateful to have anything?