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.

*

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?

The Fourth Fizzles

It's back to normal here at From My Side of the Sling.  This will self post as I start my return trip from Fornication Weekend to home. 

Near Home—July, 2025

I was at loose ends for the Fourth of July.  The family in Michigan was off to the cottage in Northern Michigan.  My brother was busy.  I decided to drop in at the bookstore.  I have had really good luck there on days you might not think would be busy—like Black Friday after Thanksgiving and the day after Christmas.

I found the cocksucking couple. And one other man.  Shaved Head sucked me.  Shy One sucked me immediately after.  It had been a little time sine he had gotten down on my dick and it was great to have his hot mouth on me once more.  Shaved Head came back for round two before the two of them admitted defeat and went home.  No one else had shown up.

I think the last guy may have sucked me, as well.  I really have no recollection of him.  But “one other guy” is in my notes.  No one else arrived—and soon I was alone in the place.  The porn was good, and I went home after the one video had finished.

**

I went back the next day.  It had to be better, right?  Guys needing sex after a day with family…

 

There are two men sitting across from the restroom, the chairs for guys who want to talk and not have sex.  And they are talking.  Loudly.  About non-sexual things.  The other three men in the room, along with myself can’t escape their evisceration of Costco, their day at the gay campground and what Mom fixed for the Fourth.

I try to stroke.  I am the only man with his dick out.

The door opens.  It is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I’m surprised.  This is not a day he’s usually available.  He nods a greeting to me and sits down on the chair to my right.  He grimaces at the two talkers, but he’s soon hungry for dick.  He looks at me and I nod.  He gets on his knees (he’s brought some small squares of foam to kneel on, to cushion his bad knees.)  It does the trick.  He’s able to stay on me longer than usual.  But he can’t quite get me over the edge.  (It’s the damn talkers!!)

There is a really hot man sitting against the wall.  He loves watching me get worked on.  He unzips and his hand disappears inside his walking shorts.  I know I want to help him with that, when Kieran is done with me.  I close my eyes, hoping it might help block the talkers—but no.  When I open them, the hot guy has vanished.

Kieran gives up.  He can’t get me off and his knees are hurting now.  He leaves to go meet the wife. 

Suddenly it’s quiet.  The talkers have stopped.  One has left.  The more obnoxious sounding one gets up and sits next to me.  He strokes his dick with his right hand and holds onto mine with his left.  Just holds it.  It gets him off.  I have no inclination to taste his cum.  At all.

He leaves.

No one else looks promising.

I wait.

No new arrivals.

Dinner sounds better than porn….and I take off…

**

Well, this is the trouble in reporting the truth. 

Not a hot read today—but one that you might have experienced, too. 

I have decided to post a few pics to redeem two days of less than exciting sex.

The Week Before IML (or I Can't Quite Make It Over the Edge)

 Near Home—May, 2025

It was a full week before IML.  But thinking about it got me very horned.  I deliberately didn’t go to the bookstore early in the week as I was holding out for Friday.  Friday afternoons there had been great.  I went full of expectation…

 

There are two men here.  One I recognize, but can’t quite place.  The other, well, I never see his full face, he is so bent over his cell phone.  I sit and unzip.  The guy who looks familiar takes out his dick, too.  He looks at me.   But I can’t read what the expression is…Glad to see me? Suck me?  Give me your cock?

We stroke to the porn.  Finally, I place him.  It’s the guy who the Voyeur ‘forced’ to do me.  I stand up.  I go over.  I present my cock to be sucked.  He turns away.  I turn his head to me and he ‘reluctantly’ opens his mouth.  I push into it.  He gags.  He wants to pull off me.  I don’t let him.  I begin fucking his face.  His hand on his own cock is working furiously now. 

I change the speed of the face fuck.  Slower.  Purposeful.  Deliberate.  The look in his eye is one minute total disgust before changing to primal lust and back again.  The two emotions keep fighting for dominance.  I speed up.  So does his hand.

“You want my load, fucker?” I grate out (though I am not close at all.) He somehow manages the word ‘no’ with all that dick in his mouth.  I hold both his ears and fuck into him harder.  About half my length.  Occasionally, giving him more to deep throat.  Spittle is all over his chin.  I pull out and wipe up the sex drool with my cock.  He whimpers as I stick my dick back into his mouth.  I go deep.  He gags.

And shoots all over the floor.

I pull out.

“Thank you for that,” he whispers as he all but runs to the bathroom to clean up and leave.

I go back and sit.  I stroke.  The guy on his phone exits the space.  The porn is decent.  I stroke and wait.  Thirty minutes or so.

I am now bored.  The porn has changed to mindless interviews with the performers before they do anything.  Finally, the door opens.  It is the crossdressing Latino who I fuck with a condom.  I nod to him, but I just can’t face latex today. 

I get up and go home.

 

Near Home—May, 2025

I went back the next day, Saturday afternoon.  It had to be better, right?  It was.  Barely…

 

I go in.  The first person I see is Gym Dude, the guy who took the magnificent face fucking.  I nod as I go by him and sit.  I unzip and pull out my hardening cock.  I look around.  Two men are in the dark corner.  One of them is Kieran, the married cocksucker.  I am surprised; this is not a day he can usually get away from the wife.

I now have two talented men to suck me.  Great.  Which one first?

The decision is made for me. The unknown guy near Kieran goes to his knees and goes down on a grateful Kieran.  Ok, then.  I stand up and present my dick to Gym Dude.  He sucks me with all his skills.  I am in heaven.  He pulls off me.  “I want your load just like last time.”

I nod.  Nowhere near shooting.  He takes me to the root.  Long strands of deep throat spittle are covering my cock as he pulls off me.

His phone goes off.  A horribly loud ring.  He dives for it, to silence it and then sees who’s calling.  “Sorry.”  He leaves the room to answer it.  And never comes back.

I sit and stroke.  Using those strands of spittle.  I look over at the guy sucking Kieran.  He is working diligently on Kieran’s short dick.  As I watch, it happens.  Keiran blows his load.  The sucker wanders over to behind me to sit, watching the gay screen.  Kieran mops up and comes over.  He kneels on the concrete floor though I know he has bad knees, but he still wants my cock.  His mouth envelops me.  His thick tongue makes me sigh.

Kieran works hard to get me to shoot.  But I can’t quite get there.  Soon, between the hard floor and the fact he’d shot his load, he stops.  “Hope to get you in the playroom,” he whispers and heads home.

I sigh.  I love that it takes me a long time to shoot.  And hate it on days like today.

There are a few men scattered around the room. 

A few more arrive.  To a man, they have no interest in me.  Well, one does.  He comes over to jerk me off using his death grip.  I wince and decide to go home…

 

Near Home—May, 2025

I stayed home on Sunday.  But Monday afternoon I tried once more…

 

I like what I see when I sit down.  In my usual chair is a blond/ginger guy in his mid to late 30’s.  His hair, what there is of it on his head, is cut short.  You can tell his chest is hairy from the neckline of his white tee.  He is groping himself.  Soon the shorts are around his ankles.  He is delightfully hairy everywhere.

Across the room and to the side, a man with a shaved head and likely ten years younger than myself, is stroking.  He watches the two of us jerk our dicks and eye each other.  He gets up and kneels in front of the younger man.  The young man groans and gives him his seven-inch cock to suck.  The sucker seems to be good.  He doesn’t use his hands, except to stroke balls, as his mouth travels up and down the young guy’s full shaft.

“Suck him, too.”

The sucker needs no more encouragement to try me.  He knee-walks over to between my legs.  His mouth is every bit as good as I guessed.  The ginger stands up to see better.  He strokes his cock as he watches the man blow me.

“Let me do you at the same time.”

He doesn’t get it at first.  He just keeps watching, then he looks at me oddly, but comes over and sticks his wet dick in my mouth as I’m getting blown.  He groans the moment my tongue circles it.  This does not upset the original sucker at all.  He actually steps up his game.  It’s like we have a dare with each other to see who will get a load first.

I win.

The young man can’t hold back.  He gives me three strong spurts of jizz and three or four tiny ones.  He let’s me get every drop off his dick.  The guy on my cock stops for just a moment to watch me clean the young man’s piss slit, before he goes back to work, this time licking my balls.  The young man goes to take a smoke break.  The older guy continues.  He works hard—and I tell him how good he is—but my stubborn dick won’t let loose.  He finally gives up.

I thank him by sucking him for a moment.  His small dick won’t stand up, no matter what I do.

The young man comes back and we chat.  He’s from Indiana, up here for sex and the casino.  We compare sex venues.  I tell him about Jackson.  We both do the same video theatre in Indiana.  He tells me of one to try in Toledo.

Then he gets on his phone and special orders a man nearer his age to suck.  The guy arrives in minutes.  The two sit on the opposite wall and the ginger gets the guy off in no time. 

The room clears.  I am alone for a bit with really hot porn.

The Talker arrives.  He’s been down south with family for the cold winter.  He’s back.  We, what else, talk for a bit.   But there’s no one here to disturb, so I don’t mind.  Eventually, he pulls out his cock.  It is bigger than I remember; just shorter than mine, but just as thick.

“I’ll suck you if you suck me,” he says.  I nod, even if the phrase sounds like we’re in middle school.  He kneels and sucks.  He stands and feeds me.  Back and forth. Several times.  I get the load. 

He leaves to talk to the woman at the register.  Thirty minutes later, no one else has arrived.  I make the move for home.

I still don’t get off, but it is the best of the three days.

The Stand-Up

 Near Home—April, 2025

 

It was the last Saturday of the month.  While fixing supper, I remembered that I’d had a really good Saturday night at the bookstore.  I decided to go once the dishes were done.  I parked.  The lot had a good number of cars…

 

I go in.  There are three men here.  All the customers, promised by the parking lot, are out front buying lingerie for their girlfriends or renting videos.  I look around.  It only takes one man to have great sex.  There is a white man around my age sitting along the wall.  He pulls out his phone every ten seconds or so.  He types something and puts it away again.  He never makes eye contact (with anyone) the entire time I am here.  On the other side of the room sits a Latino I recognize.  He is the guy who had let his cock be sucked for a few minutes on one of the afternoons I had been using Julian.  Unfortunately, his cock goes soft the moment it’s not in his own hand.  He glowers at me.  Likely for knowing that about him.  The last man in the room sits near the gay monitor.  He watches both screens.  He is Black, likely mid-thirties and a large man.  At one point he goes to the restroom.  When he stands up, he is at least 6’ 5”.  The hair on his head makes him seem taller yet.  As he comes back from his piss, he looks at me for a flash.  As I meet his eyes, he hurriedly looks away and returns to his seat. 

I stroke.  The others deal with their phone, scowl or watch the videos with no outward sign they like what they see.

For a good 30 minutes.

The door opens.  A Black man in his 50’s comes in.  He still works out and dresses to show it off.  And he’s loud.

He stands in the middle of the room, off to my left side and looks exclusively at the straight screen.  The woman getting railed in the video at that moment is very young and very petite and very white.  He likes this.  He begins a monologue about all the things he’d do to her if she were here.  What positions he would put her in.  How hard he’d fuck her.  How he’d not pull out and cover her face with his jizz (as was happening on the screen at that moment), but he’d knock her up.  “Cum inside.  That’s me.”

The video starts the next scene.  It’s a long intro, as the new young woman strips down for the camera.  This makes the raconteur, turn for a millisecond to the gay screen where a hot young man has two dicks in him, one in his ass and one in his mouth.  “Can’t take that,” he intones.  “That gay shit must hurt.”

The new straight scene starts.  He begins to tell us just what he thinks of “that skinny little whore” up on the screen.  His right hand goes into his pocket.  He is obviously squeezing his dick.  He tells all of us how many women he’s had.  And how they didn’t look like this scrawny thing. 

He turns to me.  “You ever get women here?” he asks, rather conspiratorially. (I am sitting with the straight video in front of me, so I must be straight, right?)

I shrug.  “A few, but rarely.”

He launches into a fresh soliloquy about how he’d fuck them in front of their husband.  “Give her back with all my baby makers in her.”

I nod.

He is quiet for a moment.  The young girl on the screen is now taking a massive cock in her ass.  “Damn,” he intones.  He is big for a white guy.  Stretching her out good!”

He is really squeezing himself.  He turns to me.  “What do you guys do when there are no women here?”

“There’s lots of men who love to take a dick.”

“I can’t stick it in no man’s ass.  Maybe his mouth would be ok, but I got a huge one.”

And he finally focuses on my own cock.

“Damn, Bro.  That’s a great cock.  That’s even bigger than me.”

I nod, appreciative of how hard that must have been for him to say at this point.

And he pulls his out.  It’s a very nice seven+ with foreskin.  “Which of these guys will suck me?”

I beckon him to come closer.  He does. 

“Let me take care of it,” I tell him.

He’s surprised.  (And I think he really is…he’s not that good an actor to feign it.)

I pull him closer, with my left hand around his balls. 

“Oh, fuck…” he mutters.  “Can’t believe…”

And my mouth envelops him.  He sighs from the very depths of his being.  And shoots.  It’s a big load.  He’s so surprised he’s shot, he stands still and lets me clean him up.  Then he comes back to his senses, shoves his dick away and leaves.  Silenced.  And in a hurry…

*

The four of us sit in silence.  I continue to stroke.  Phone Man leaves next.  Then the Latino. 

I stand up and go to the big man sitting in the chair near the gay screen.  “You’ve been looking at me all night.  Do you want my cock?”

He doesn’t answer.  He just leans forward and takes me to the root.  He’s great.  A big tongue that knows what to do.  He opens his fly.  He doesn’t have much, but there is likely more of it behind the layer of gut he has going on. 

I tell him I could be close.  I pull out and surprise him by taking his cock in my mouth.  I get another huge load with barely any work.  I stand up and just make it into his mouth before I shoot myself…

"Anything, Daddy..."

 I am back.  Earlier than expected.  Everything went fairly smoothly as I drove my brother and his partner from New Jersey to Michigan.  They sent me home early, though there is a lot of unpacking still to do.  I am glad they are here, near the rest of the family—though it will be a huge adjustment after most of their adult years in NYC and later in Jersey City as prices drove them out of Manhattan.

But back to my dick… 

When we last met, I had had a fun Sunday afternoon getting inside Derrick and Jacob.  The next few days were all about doing ‘life things’ so I’d be ready to leave at the end of the month.  I went in search of some fun on Thursday…

 

Near Home—January, 2025

I am in the new theatre at the bookstore closest to me.  There are a smattering of men around—all watching the guy I’d christened Nine Incher masturbate to straight porn.  He loves showing it off.  He makes eye contact with no one.  After a good 20 minutes, he looks at his vibrating phone, takes it (and his swinging cock) into the bathroom to answer it.  In moments we hear him washing up and he leaves.

I move to his chair.  The door opens and the guy who claimed “I took it all” when I fucked him (and I had maybe three inches inside him) arrives.  He instantly kneels and gives me head.  Usually he uses his hand, only taking the head of my dick in his mouth.  Not today.  He is more varied.  And it feels good…

And I took no other notes other than saying: “I know there was more…but ???”  Typing this, I hoped I might remember.  Not a thing comes to mind…

 

Jackson and Near Home—January, 2025

I waited until Saturday to have sex again.  I wanted to do the active Saturday at the bookstore that has gloryhole booths, curtained cabanas and the medical exam table.  I went.  It was busy.  I saw the Choker, lurking and sucking others.  I watched some porn until I was rampant.  I got some head as I sat there.  I got up and went up to the slurp ramp.  All the holes but one were busy.  I stuck my dick through it.  A man grabbed it and gave it a hard twist.  I cried out in surprise and true pain.  He let go.  I slammed my fist against the plywood and went off to calm down and see what damage he'd done to me.  There was nothing physical to be seen.  But I was angry.  Really angry.  I got in my car to go home—but I drove to my usual haunt instead.

On entering I gave head to a larger guy—the only guy with his dick out.  I didn’t touch myself.  But I got hard as I worked on him and it felt normal.  Just then, he shot his watery load down my throat.

A good looking stranger arrived.  He pulled out a cock just slightly smaller than mine, but with a delicious looking curve and huge balls.  He went to work on me and soon we were trading cock sucking skills.  My day was looking up.  Three men watched us.  Only one opened his fly—and the new guy did him, before coming back to me.  More men arrived, but all stayed zipped up.  This infuriated the guy with the curved dick and he stomped off to his car…

Another new arrival.  He is unknown to me.  Young (remember, young to me, is under 35) and doughy.  He can’t stop eyeing my cock.  He finally asks if he can suck me.  He does.  Really well.  He stops only so he won’t shoot himself.  He wanks for a bit and then sucks me again—right up until he’s afraid he’ll shoot.  He sits back down.  I am just about to go do the young man when the Choker arrives, having made the trip from the other venue.  He sees the kid and is on his knees instantly.  He gets the load in no time.

The Choker sucks me, of course.  We take a break.

I make the nod to a Black man I’ve never seen here before.  He nods back and points at my cock, squeezing his own hefty erection.  The Choker appears from a dark corner, kneels and takes the guy down his throat before I can get out of my chair.  I watch him take this guy’s load, too. 

Later, a hot young Latino come towards me, wanting some daddy dick.  The Choker sees him and crosses the room before going to his knees and taking me down.  I tell him to stop—but the Latino is put off.  He leaves the room.  And so it goes…The Choker acting unaware of what he’s doing…

I go home without shooting.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

I needed to drop a load.  And I’m not going to do it myself.  The next day, Sunday, I went once more to my local bookstore.  The stars aligned…

 

I sit in my regular seat where I can see both screens.  An older man I recognize from here is eyeing me.  I am intrigued by a young guy in his 30’s sitting in the corner next to an obese, older guy.  As I watch the younger man jerks off the older, coating his big belly with his cum.  They clean up with fast food napkins. 

The older guy is no longer eyeing me.  He moves to the young man.  They soon both have their cocks out and are giving each other hand jobs.  The young, thin one pauses his stroking of the other man to wave me over to them.  I get up and sit on the young man’s left.  Now he has a hard cock in both hands.

“You are so big,” he says in his outside voice.  He suddenly leans over and begins to suck me.  It’s an awkward angle.  So, he goes to the floor.  He is not great, but is very enthusiastic.  He finally stands up and waves his thin cock at me.  I suck him.  He moans.  My years of experience make him beg me to stop.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I stop and sit back down.  He strokes both cocks on either side of him again.  The older guy is stroking him.  I have my right hand on the young man’s balls.  He is very furry.

“Show me your ass.”

“I can’t get fucked.”

“I just want to see it.”

He stands up and drops his jeans to his ankles.  There is no underwear.  He is incredibly furry.  I run my hand over his hairy butt cheeks.  Somehow, I convince him to bend and let me lick his butt.  He bends and can’t stop jerking himself from the moment my tongue touches him.

He shoots in under five minutes as I lick up and down his furry crack…

*

The young one is gone.  The older guy leaves, too.  I am alone in the space.

Fuck.

The porn is good. I stroke.

The door opens.  A drop-dead gorgeous man in his late 40’s comes in.  He’s Caucasian, with short, dark brown hair.  Hollywood handsome and very well dressed for this place.  He sits next to me.  With a big smile on his face. He unzips.  A thick, curved cock emerges.  He stands, so his trousers fall to his ankles.  Underwear is pushed down.  He sits and his hand reaches for me.  And mine for him.  We stroke.

“I need to taste you,” he murmurs.  He gets on his knees, jutting that naked ass out behind him for me to see.  His mouth skills are great.  He has me dripping in moments.  He deep throats me with ease.

Finally, he pulls off me.  “Damn, Daddy.  That’s a lot of dick.”

I smile.

“You can fuckin’ do anything to me…” he murmurs.  “Anything, Daddy.”

I tell him to kneel on his chair.   He does, bending and pushing his shapely ass at me.  I kneel and begin eating him out.  His crack is hairy, but sparse, compared to the previous ass on my tongue today.  In moments, I am drilling into his pucker.  He gasps and tells me how good it feels.  I can’t tell if he has poppers, but suddenly his hole opens.  Welcoming me in.  I keep slurping and spitting.

He begins to beg me for my cock in his butt.  I keep licking him out.  Now I stand and my greased dick slaps his right butt cheek.  I prod his wet pucker, that is now slightly open.  I can’t wait to see it gape.

I push into him.  He groans.  He doesn’t tell me to go slow.  No.  Not at all.  “Use it anyway you want,” he pants.  I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Part of me wishes we had witnesses; part of me is glad we are totally undistracted and sharing this moment with just the two of us.  I pick up the speed.  His ass lips cling to my withdrawing cock.  I find it incredibly hot to watch. 

I finally pull out and eat his freshly fucked hole.  He groans.  “Nobody does that to me…” he mumbles.  I keep slurping up his freshly made ass jizz.

“So hot,” I manage to gasp out as I stand up.  I plow into his wet hole.  I fuck a half a dozen strokes and my cock spurts out a load.  It feels good, but it’s not the big payoff.  I groan—and he thinks I’m done.  I’m not.

I pull out slowly.  I go to my knees and stop the trickle of jizz out of his hole.  He feels it and knows just what I’m doing.  “Taste your cum, Daddy.  Just save some for me.”

I lick it up and swallow.  It makes my cock swell.  I know I can shoot again.  “Love your ass,” I pant as I pause from licking up my seed.  I bury my face in his hole.  My cock signals he needs to fuck again—if the rest of the cum is to go inside.

I stand up and slide in.  “Fuckkkkk….” he groans.

Three hard strokes and I am blasting off for real this time.  Every nerve alive and screaming.  I shoot a second load into him and collapse on his back…

I marinate in him for a long time.  When I do pull out, he turns and licks a drop of jizz out of my piss slit.  He moans as he tenderly cleans me up…

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

 North of Grand Rapids—December, 2024

 

Remember that ‘On the Road for Hot Ass’ post I wrote on the last day of the year?  I thought I was on the road for a new place to have a ‘fuck in the new year’ party. 

Let’s go back a little…

When I was still down in Indiana, I got a message on BBRT from a guy in Michigan.  He’d found the blog—and loved it.  This guy was in his mid-40’s, good looking and versatile. He told me he had a small group of men in his area and thought I would be a great fit.  He had a basement play space with a sling and a bondage table.  He finally told me he wanted a New Year’s Eve gathering and thought he could get 2 other tops and 2 or 3 bottoms.  Would I come?

We talked a lot online.  We had never met, but all things pointed to us being a good fit:  everybody in his group was on PrEP or undetectable, they were drug free, they loved group sex and were very open to sexual experimentation.

Finally, I told him I would be there.  It was far enough away that I knew I needed a motel for afterwards as he didn’t think his home was set up for overnight guests.  I made the reservation.

We kept chatting daily.  We seemed like a great sexual fit.

On the 31^st, I started on the trek to the motel through some light snow.  I would check-in, nap and be ready to fuck in the New Year.  Just as I was pulling into the motel’s parking lot, I got a text.  He was ill.  Vomiting a lot.  Everything was cancelled.

I was stuck.  He had talked to us individually, so I couldn’t invite the text chain of guys to the motel.  I sent one exploratory text to the sick host to ask about contact info for the other guests.  I got nothing back.  I drove by his house and it was totally dark. 

I still have heard nothing from him, 10 days later.

I don’t think it was some grand scheme to get me up there and leave me blueballed.  But maybe it was.  He is likely really embarrassed. 

I thought about going into Grand Rapids and the bathhouse that night, but I just didn’t want to drive anymore over bad roads.  At least I found good porn on the internet…

A very odd beginning to 2025!

 

For your viewing pleasure—as the post didn’t give you any—two great ass shots.  The first was sent to me by GaryM.

"I Want to See You Fuck Him!"

 Near Home—August, 2024

The end of July and early August was quite busy for me professionally.  I didn’t get a chance to play again until the first Friday afternoon of the month.  I tried to find some playroom action, but once I found a couple of regulars were too busy themselves, I opted for an afternoon at the re-modeled bookstore video room.

As I parked, I was pleased to see the couple (who come here together to suck dick) eating lunch in their car.  I nod to them and go in…

 

I don’t have long to wait.  I’ve just gotten my cock out and the two guys come in from the parking lot.  The one with the shaved head goes first.  He gives me rather aggressive head as his partner watches. When his knees tire, the more mild-mannered one takes his place.  It’s a great study in contrasts—both very satisfying.

I look around the room as they work on my dick.  In a corner, tucked almost under the gay screen, is the man I christened the Voyeur.  Now that he so often sticks his dick into my mouth, it is not quite as fitting a moniker.  He is stroking his long, thin, slightly curved cock to the blow job I am receiving.   My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls.  He moans a little as he tongues the slightly sweaty orbs. 

After one more round of his mouth on my dick, the two of them take off, likely having spent much of the morning here.  The Voyeur gets up and comes over, sitting one chair away from me.  We chat a little, as there is now no one else in the room.  I haven’t seen him here since the theatres got wiped out by the drunk driver.  He has been traveling, he tells me.  We both continue to stroke as we catch up.

Eventually, I get on my knees and take him into my mouth.  It is such a nice fit, to have this ebony cock inside my mouth.  It is thin enough not to worry about teeth or breathing—until he decides to fuck the final half inch into my throat.  Now I can’t breathe as I choke on it.  He loves how my throat constricts and juices up.   He does it again and again.

New men have arrived as we have been talking and while I’ve been on my knees.  A couple of regulars and one man I’ve never seen before.  He sits near us.  He opens his fly and strokes to the blow job I’m giving.  The Voyeur seems to know him.  He nods at him and then taps me on the shoulder.  I come up for air.

“I want to see you fuck him,” he whispers to me.  He indicates the guy near us.  He is stroking madly.  “Stand up and show him your dick.”

I do just that.  Instantly the guy stands up and starts stripping off his dress pants and shirt.  He’s likely 50’s, white with a deep summer tan and in great shape. 

“Take that cock up your ass for me,” the Voyeur hisses, the moment the guy is naked but for black socks.  He grins and starts to dig for lube.

“I have some,” I say as I go back to my knees and begin eating this guy’s shapely ass.  He groans and reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart.  I zero in on his hole and get it very wet.  I spit continually.  Each time the sound of it makes the Voyeur’s hand speed up on his cock.

Suddenly, the guy pulls away from me.  He wants to taste my dick.  I sit and let him.  He gets me as wet as I got his ass.  He stands up and bends, placing his ass at a great angle for the Voyeur to see the action.  I stand and spit on his pucker one last time, as I lube up my cock.  I sink into him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch. 

“Oh, fuck…” the guy groans out.

I stop.  Wait.  And give him the last few inches.  My pubes scrape his upturned ass.

“Fuck him,” the Voyeur hisses.

I begin a slow in and out, a rather shallow stroke.  This is too little for both the fuckee and the Voyeur. 

“Give it to him hard!”

“Harder!  I can take it.”

I speed up and really let him have it.

The guy instantly begins to pant—and to push back, grinding his ass onto my dick.

This motion makes the Voyeur shoot.  He just has time to pull his shirt out of the way, so it’s not covered.  The guy pulls off my dick, scoops up his clothes and races to the restroom.  He is dressed and out the door before the Voyeur is cleaned up.  He thanks me for the visual and leaves…

*

I sit back down.  An older Latino has been stroking to my fuck.  He brings his smallish dick over and I suck him.  With very little work, I get a load out of him.  He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it by way of thanks.  He zips up and leaves, almost colliding with the guy I’d fucked coming back in.

“I want more—even if I’m late for work…”

He drops his pants to his ankles and proceeds to sit on my dick.  He bounces on my cock, higher and higher, taking it deeply into his gut.  I grab his hips and keep him from pulling all the way off me.  He pounds himself down on me.  His legs can’t take too much of this.  He finally slows and pulls off my dripping dick.

“Now I have to get to work.  Thanks.”  He pulls up his pants.  “Someday I want your load.”

And he leaves.

I stroke.   

In less than five minutes, he’s back.

He drops his pants and leans against the wall, leaning across the seat the Voyeur had been in.  “Please give me a load to take to work.”

I stand up.  I am far more likely to be able to load him in this position.  I lube up a little more and push into his very wet hole.  I am fucking as hard as the first time.  And I think I might be able to give him what he needs.

I am so damn close—and his work phone goes off.  In one deft move, he squirms away from me, pulls his pants up and runs to the bathroom.  I hear him chatting to his boss for a moment.  Suddenly, the door bangs open and he races out of the room, slamming the main door.  I never see him again…

*

That was the hot part of the afternoon.  But there was one more I want to detail, as I like to chronicle how we have sex here in the 21^st Century.

Sometime later, the Talker came in.  We were alone in the room.  He detailed how he hated the new set up.  Then we were joined by a white guy in his 70’s.  He sat next to me—and eventually asked if he could touch my cock.  I let him.

He did—and then he stood up and dropped his walking shorts.  He was wearing a diaper that had been duck taped to his body—so he could wear it all afternoon and nothing could drip out.  “My wife did this to me,” he lamented, “when I told her where I was going.”  He went on to say she does this all the time to punish him.  “She had my cock pierced, too.  And has me in a cage.” 

I had no proof of that.  Or even if there is a wife.  He eventually blew me—not very well—while the Talker shut up and fed me his cock.  As soon as Duct Tape Man got up off his knees, he complained of the heat in the room and left…

I do love recording the weird as well as the wonderful…