Two Couples Showing Off

Near Home—July, 2013

 

I ended my July sexploits with yet another trip to the bookstore on the last Friday night of the month. 

 I am sitting in the gay theatre.  I am currently alone.  My cock is wet.  I have been letting a man suck it.  He was attractive enough—mid 40’s, in decent shape and with a real cock hunger.  His teeth were only an occasional hazard, but it was pretty good head.  He never stopped jerking himself as he slurped and swallowed my dick.  It came to an end as he shot his load onto the floor.  There is now a viscid puddle of cum glinting between my boots.

I look up at the screen.  I hate the porn which is playing—bad acting, carefully rehearsed body placement with passionless, wrapped fucking.  I stand and try to get my hard, damp cock back into my jock strap.  I finally give up and just button the pants at the waist and let the fly tent.

A muffled moan comes through the venting grate that separates the gay theatre from the straight theatre.  I head out and around.  I am buzzed into the other dark space.  It’s alive with people.  A straight couple sits on the couch.  They are not particularly attractive, but the hottest man in the room, is sitting next to them.  His hand is deep between her legs.  Two guys sit against the far wall jerking.  The main event is certainly another straight couple. She is kneeling on the seat of a chair.  She is being plowed by a man, old enough to be her dad, who is grunting his release as I shut the door.  Her husband is to one side, holding her, playing with her naked breasts and making sure her head doesn’t get slammed into the cinder block wall with the violent fucking she’s receiving.  She is attractive with short blond hair.  Her denim skirt is pulled up around her waist.  Her pastel top lies in a twisted pile on the floor.

The daddy fucking her pulls out.  He’s shot into the condom.  He pulls it off rather roughly.  The woman turns and sits in the chair.  “You want him to pour that on you?” asks her husband.

“Oh, yes.”

The daddy looks confused for a moment, but then pours the contents of the used rubber on to her breasts.  She massages his cum into her exposed tits.  A younger Black man steps forward.  The husband gives him a rubber.  The new fucker rips it open, and rolls it down a long, thin cock.  The woman gets up and resumes her kneeling position.

The young man inserts.  He instantly starts to piston into her.  He grunts “I’m cumming” in no time at all.  Once again her breasts are doused in cum from the used condom. 

I move away from the door and sit on her side of the room.  I pull out my turgid cock and stroke.

The hot man from the couch stands up and adds his cum load onto her breasts as well, but live.  He jerks a big load on her already sticky front.  She thanks him and reaches for his dripping cock.  He’s too sensitive for her to touch it and pulls away.  A guy about my age, sitting next to the screen, stands up.  His cock swings free from his shorts.  He’s big.  Easily my size. 

The husband looks at the cock approaching his wife.  “I don’t have any large sized condoms.”

“I’ve got my own.”  He pulls out a Magnum.

“Honey, you want a big one?”

She doesn’t respond, she just gets back up her knees.  The man rips open the foil pack and makes a show of getting the Magnum on his big cock.  The husband hands him some lube.  Mr. Big Dick greases up then slips into the woman.  He is a great fucker.  You can tell by watching him.  You can hear it in her voice as she responds to not just being a receptacle.  He varies his pace, and the angle of his thrusts.  He pulls out and slaps his encased cock against her.  He’s right back in.  His pace is now in high gear.  The room fills with the slap of flesh on flesh.  It’s loud enough they must be able to hear it out in the video sales area.

The fucker pulls out.  “Turn around.”  She does.  Just in time to take his first shot on the chin.  The rest of his load goes all over her breasts.

They talk a little as the man cleans up with paper towel from this pocket.  It’s the couple’s first time here.  They came on a Friday to avoid the Saturday couples night.  “If I’d known it would be this much fun,” she chirped, “we’d have come here years ago.”

The man leaves.  The older, less attractive couple leaves with him.  There are just the two strokers left.  And me.

The husband looks at them.  One, then the other, shakes his head.  The husband turns to me.  After my FTM experiences, I’d been considering it.  But not after I heard him say he had no Magnums.  And neither do I.  I tell him so.

“I don’t think I can take any more tonight, honey,” she tells her husband.  He helps her get cleaned up and dressed.  He finally has a mound in his pants as he watches her get the cum off her breasts.  I hope he goes home and fucks her used hole until he unloads.  They leave, all smiles.

I watch the porn for a while.  The other guys leave.  No one else arrives.

I head next door to the gay theatre.

There is another couple, two men, both with pants around their ankles, going at it on the couch.  One is the mostly cute young man I’d fucked a few weeks ago (who had the unfortunate drip after he’d pulled off me.)  His partner is an older Black man. Flecks of grey are at his temples.  His shirt is open and the young man is twisting his thick right nipple.  His other hand is jerking a thick, curved cock.  The older man is squeezing the young one’s balls.

They smile at me.  I let my pants fall as I stand before them.  They look at my hard cock, but make no move for it.

I wait. 

The hell with it.  I drop to my knees.  I take first one then the other into my mouth.  I revel in the contrasts:  Black and White, older and younger, thick and curved vs. thin and slightly curved.  I have the Black guy close very fast.  He shoots down my throat while his cry on release is muffled by his face being buried in the young man’s neck.  He unceremonious stands up and moves away the moment I’m done swallowing.  The young man is jerking, his T-shirt pulled up to his neck.  I try to take his cock into my mouth, but he pushes my head down to lick his balls.  The moment I connect with them he shoots all over his smooth chest.  I reach for my cock, but it’s too late, I don’t shoot.  The young man sighs and pats my head. 

It’s dead the rest of my time there.  I never find a hungry cock sucker to take care of me.  But I do spend a long time stroking on the couch, thinking about the exhibitionists of the night…

Using His Hand

Near Home—July, 2013

 

Once again I used the bookstore as the easiest way to get off during my busy summer…

 There is no one there.  Well, there is one doddering old man who relentlessly shuffles back and forth between the two theatres.  There were cars in the parking lot, but the men must be in the arcade.  They certainly aren’t here.

Fortunately the porn is good.  I sit in the straight theatre and watch large muscle men have anal sex with petite women.  There is lots of ass to mouth for the women.  And one of the men, used in over half of the scenes, cannot keep his handsome face out of each woman’s ass.  I am particularly aroused when the finale has two men—one white and one black—taking turns on a tiny Hispanic woman.

The door opens.  I don’t bother trying to hide my erection.  I just continue stroking.  I glance over.  The man is in the farthest corner behind the door.  The usual spot guys go to when they want to be sucked in a semi-private space.  I look at him again.  No big deal.  He’s a pretty typical man in later middle age, wearing shorts and a baggy shirt.  But he’s not standing there to be trade.

He’s standing there to get dressed.

The baggy shirt comes off over his head.  A frilly blouse is beneath it.  He drops the Bermuda shorts to the floor. His pink panties are thong cut.  A skirt is rolled up around his waist.  He rolls it down.  It hits just above the knee.  His shoes are sandals that are rather gender neutral.  From his bust he removes a blond wig, cut in a short page boy style.  I look at him get it in place, covering his thinning hair.  He rolls the two outer garments together, than carefully parades to the chairs directly across from me.  He sits demurely.  He crosses his legs at the ankle and feigns great concentration on the movie.

Soon the looks begin.  He sneaks glances at my swollen meat.  He never lets them linger very long.  When I catch him, I smile but he won’t return it.  I just keep stroking and go back to the movie.

The door buzzes.  It’s the old man.  He looks at me.  He looks at the man (who would fool no one in his drag.)  The old man mutters under his breath and shuffles out the door.

I stroke.  His hand kneads a bulge under his skirt.

The door buzzes.  It’s a hot looking guy in his mid-40’s.  He has short, dark hair and is wearing a dingy T-shirt, cargo pants and sandals.  He sits on the couch which is between where the two of us sit, plastered against one wall or the other.  He looks at me.  He looks at the man.  He looks back at me and unzips.

I can’t see his cock, but he’s stroking from the moment he’s pulled it out.  The guy in drag looks over.  His hand disappears up his skirt.

I look back at the screen.  I watch the two men on the screen reverse who’s in her ass and who’s in her mouth.  I sense movement across from me and look over at the other two.  The guy in drag is on the floor giving the hot guy head.  Damn.  That was amazingly fast.  I wonder if they know each other.

There is a grunt.  I can’t tell who made it—but someone just came.  It’s the guy in drag.  He gets up carefully and goes back to his dressing spot.  His load is shiny and white on the dark tile, reflecting the light from the television screen.  He reverses the process and reverts to his everyday appearance.  He leaves.  The guy on the couch slides closer to me.  I go over and stand in front of him.  I’m glad he moved down so I’m not standing in the other guy’s load.  His handsome face is immediately pressed to my pelvic bone.  He has me all the way down his throat. 

Eventually he comes up for air, flopping back into the couch.  I kneel.  I pull the cargo pants down so I can get at his cock.  Jesus.  Maybe they did know each other.  He’s wearing women’s underwear as well, his in light blue.  I pull his cock around the silky material, and take his small dick into my mouth.  My finger snakes under him and finds his ass.  He likes the attention to his cock, but the sigh as my finger plays around his hole tell me what I need to know.  I pull him toward me, and raise his legs in the air.  The blue strip of thong material is no match for my tongue—it can’t protect his hole.  I am pushing into it, rimming him deep.

I can’t hold him that way for too long.  He flips over, so he’s on all fours.  I get lost in his lightly haired ass.

I stand.  My cock slaps his ass.

“I can’t,” he moans.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  He swings around into a seated position.  “I’ve been fucked too many times today.”

I nod and sit next to him.  I guess the real reason is he wants a condom.

“Would you jerk off on my ass?”  He’s already squirming around, assuming I’m going to say yes.  He’s back to kneeling on the couch, his head cradled in his arms on the back.

The way the evening is going, I guess this is the best I’ll get.  I stand and slap his ass—which still has the T of the thong running down his crack.  I spit on my palm and slather it on my cock.  I stroke. 

He’s busy talking—telling me how he wants my big cock another time.  How his ass could easily take a man my size.  How I need to fuck his pansy ass.

I shoot.  It’s the only time I’ve shot this week—it’s a big load.  He makes more noise than I do.  I watch his hand reach back.  He smears my cum all over his hairy cheeks—then starts working it up his hole.  Damn—I was wrong about his wanting latex.  He works most of my load into his ass.  He’s missed one spurt—I swab it down to his hole and let him push it into his man hole.  The blue material of the thong strap is now sopping with my jizz.

I mop up the remainder on my palm.  The man digs into his wallet.  He gives me his business card. 

I hope to get my cum into him, directly, the next time we meet.

Hooked

Rural Rest Area Near Home—July, 2013

When I started having gay sex, I just wanted to suck cock.  But even the night I lost my virginity with a man; the guy took one look at my big, hard cock and sat on it.  I mean, the thirty years with my partner were pretty much all about mutual oral sex.  Of course we tried everything in that length of time together, but oral sex was to what we always returned.  Now, there are still days that sucking is really the only kind of sex I want to have.  I have learned that sometimes it’s best to keep my cock in my pants as I suck.  No temptations.

There is an “unimproved” rest area off the beaten track near my home.  It is favored by truck drivers and farmers with only an occasional family.  Last year it was a good place for relief with my busy summer.  For some reason, I barely went to it this year.  The one time there I met up with Bill.  (He has made a brief appearance in these pages here.

I have said before, I love to fuck ass that I perceive as my age or younger.  I love to suck the cock of a man who is older than me.  As I age, it’s getting harder to find men to even vaguely be a “daddy,” but Bill is perfect at 66 or 67.  His years of growing up working a farm show in his sinewy arms.  He’s stayed trim.  He has a goatee and a fringe of white hair.  His face is weathered from the sun and from the cigarettes that he has now given up.  Usually in jeans and a plaid shirt, in the heat of July, he was in an A-shirt that showed off his arms and the top tufts of the hair on his chest.  And there’s his cock.  Thick and meaty.  It hooks down sharply.  If I am on my knees in front of him, it goes right down my throat at the perfect angle.

I am sitting in my car, with half an ear on the classical programing on NPR, reading a play by Enda Walsh.  It’s warm, but not nearly as hot as some Julys in Michigan.  The rest area is hopping.  It is mid-week—the guys have found an excuse to get out of the house.  The problem is that there are so many people here, you can’t do anything.  Some stroll to the pit toilet, then go back to their vehicle and drive off—lingering at the intersection, hoping someone will follow them to some lonesome place.  I have seen no one that inspires me to want to do that.

I go to the water pump.   I fill my water bottle.  I hear a larger vehicle arrive.  It’s Bill.  I sit back in my car and wait for him to make the obligatory pit stop.  When he comes out, he heads for the pump—which means he has to pass my car.

“Hello there, stranger.”  His voice is deep and gruff.  It’s been almost a year since we’ve seen each other.

“How are you?”

“I need you.”  He hefted the waistband of his jeans, pulling the fabric taut around his obviously hard cock.  “But not here.”

“Where do you think?”

“The lake.  Follow me.”  He gets back in his pickup.  I follow him to a manmade lake—one that had been a byproduct of making the highway.  He backs into on overgrown parking space.  I pull in and get out of my car.  You can hear kids in the water a long ways away, but there is no one near us.  Bill is eager.  He has his jeans open by the time I jump into the cab.  “I’ll keep watch.” 

I get to work.  It’s cramped in the front seat of the truck, but from the look of things, I won’t be here long.  I lick around the head and swallow the whole shaft down.  I have to twist slightly to get the hook to lodge as I like it.  I come up for air and go down two or three times.  This time he holds me in place and fucks into my ovaled mouth.  I think he’s going to shoot, but he holds off.

“Let me see yours.”

I undo my pants.  I am hard from servicing him.  He gives me a few preliminary licks.  Then he takes me until he gags.  The angle is bad, so Bill only gets about half my cock.

I lean back over, adjust to the best angle, and let him fuck into my mouth. 

This time he shoots. 

Hooked in place.

Spewing his seed directly into my gut.

“Damn.  You are the only guy I let do that.”

I come up and look at him.

“Well, there’s one other” he amends.  “I wouldn’t let most of those guys touch me.” 

I thank him. 

“I didn’t do anything with another guy until we met a couple of years ago.”

“Did you ever want to—growing up?”

“I thought about it.  But it was too much hassle.  I got married by nineteen.”  He thinks a moment.  “I wasted a lot of time…”

We both let that sentence hang in the air.

A car is coming down the gravel path to where we are—we can hear it though not see it yet.  We both are zipped up and pulled together by the time the junker pulls past us on the way to the fishing spot.

*****

I saw Bill again in August, almost immediately after the playroom was set back up.  He looked at all the apparatus—the sling, the fuck bench, the rimseat—but said nothing.  We played on the bed.  It was nice to be naked with him, but it was over for him just as fast.  He hooked his cock down my throat and I got another gut full.

“Did I tell you I’m getting my dick fixed?”

“No,” I sounded surprised, even to my ears.

“That curve.  The doc says he can straighten it.  I fell off a bike as a kid and the seat hit me—causing all that scar tissue. That’s what makes it hook.”

“Right.”

“He says he can take it all out and it’ll be straight after all these years.”

I smiled encouragingly.  He seemed so pleased. 

He must have hated it all these years—the very thing that I loved the most about sucking him…

FTM Porn: The Bad Boy

West Side of Michigan—July, 2013

“I know you have no time,” the producer of the transmale porn site wrote me, “but I have a guy who’s moving away this month.  He wants to talk to you about doing a scene before he goes.”

I agreed to have a talk with the transman about seeing if we were compatible.  Within an hour I received a text arranging a time to have a phone chat.  It was a wary conversation at first. Michael was sure I either couldn’t or wouldn’t want to do the things that got him off.  “I like a guy to take charge.  To use me as he wants.”

I explained that was pretty much how I played.  I asked about kink.

"I’m open to about anything. I love that you have a sling.  I can be fisted in both holes.”

“How about watersports?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good.”

“I’ve always said just treat me like a sub gay man and we’ll both get what we need.”

We talked a little more and found we both had a three hour block of time to do it.  Early on a Sunday morning, I made the trip to the producer’s home.

The set-up is the same—the bed and the sling at the foot of it.  As it works out, Michael has no interest in doing anything on a bed.  To keep him happy, we simply start with me ordering him to the floor, and the hood goes on…

 

“Kneel.”  We are at the foot of the sling.  I am in my leathers—Michael is naked.  The camera is filming from Michael’s back.  I hand him the hood.  He needs to keep his face off the screen.  The black cloth goes over his head.  There are holes for his eyes and mouth.  “Now suck my cock.”

He opens wide and takes my helmet head into his mouth.  It is incredibly hot to see my cock go into this hooded man.  He is 34, maybe 5’ 8” with a nice body.  His hairy legs are folded under him.  His hands have gone instinctively behind his back.  I push deeper into his mouth.  My hands find his ears and hold him in place as I face fuck him.

I get the wrist restraints off the with sling chains.  I buckle his right wrist, then his left.

“In the sling.”

He hops in.  He knows his way around a sling.  I snap the restraints to the chains above his head.  I get his legs situated in the stirrups.  I let out a grunt of appreciation as I look at his two holes.  I kneel and lick at his t-cock.  He squirms and gasps.  I sink lower and explore his front hole with my tongue.  I dip lower and poke just as deep into his ass.  This makes him groan louder yet.

I am ready to fuck.  I stand up and slap my cock on his genital mound.  I deftly pull back and slide home into his front hole.

“Damn!”

I fuck deep for several strokes, pull out, slap my cock on his mound again and push my way back into the splayed hole.  After several more strokes, I pull out and bring it up to his mouth.  “Taste yourself.”  He does.  With obvious pleasure.  I move back around to the foot of the sling and sink my now wetter cock into him to the hilt.  I fuck for a long time—hard and fast, followed by languid strokes while I play with his t-cock, to just standing still and pulling the sling to me and then pushing it away.

I want to explore more of his ass.  I pull out of his front hole.  “You want some piss?”  I spray his ass with my hard cock, not waiting for a reply.  I then bury my face into the dripping hole.  I am pushing some of my piss into his ass with my tongue.  I lick it out and spit it back.  Soon my raw cock pushes into the drenched hole.   It’s tight, but he has control.  By the time I’m done, he has loosened up.

“I want you tighter.”  I grab the egg-headed dildo.  I rest it on him so he can see it.  I pour lube on it and cover the silicone toy.  I slap it against his t-cock.  It inches down his body until it is pushing into his front hole.  He gasps at the size of the head, but then the more slender shaft is easy to take.    I saw it in and out for a moment.  Then I leave it sticking obscenely out of his hole.  My cock is rock hard.  I slip it into his ass.

It feels so good.  I can feel the toy pushing against the thin membrane that separates the two holes. He is back to being incredibly tight.  It feels a lot like two dicks in the same hole.

“Cut.  I want that from below.”

I had almost forgotten he was there.  I pull out and we film my entry into his ass again, this time with the camera underneath.  He holds a small light in his other hand which puts out incredible amounts of heat.  I fuck him a lot in the ass. I can’t get over the feeling of fucking the hole with toy there, but not right in the same hole with me.

“Give him your fist.”  The director sets back up topside, off to the left.  We take a quick break.  When we are re-set, I grease my hands and go for his ass.  I work slowly—one, two three fingers.  Four and rotate.  But I can never quite get the bridge of the hand into him.

“Give it to me in my front hole.”

I re-lube.  I do the same progression, but my hand is easily taken to the wrist.  I move ever so slightly.  He reacts.  I touch his t-cock, with my other hand, keeping the one hand buried deep.  I keep it up until he gets off.

“We need your cum shot.  All over the front hole and stick it in after.”

I nod, checking with Michael.  He nods in full agreement.

I bend and lick the hole where my hand was—savoring the taste and the feel on my tongue. I rear up and shoot.  It’s a good sized load.  It coats the entire area.  I use my dick head to pull some down so I can sink it into the front hole.  The sensation of going in after I’ve shot is almost more than I can take.  I am on sensory overload, but I manage to pull out and scoop some more in with my cock.

“Cut.”

And another video shoot is done…

We clean up.

I get my check.  It’s the same bigger figure as last time, but he’s added travel money.  I could get used to this…

 

This shoot is still waiting to be edited, but there are several stills on the website:
http://www.transmaleerotica.com/main.html



Please Note:  As of 10/31/13 the film has been edited and is available for download from the website above.  I haven't seen it yet....

Drip

Near Home—July, 2013

 With the playroom down and my spare time at a premium, the bookstore became the easiest place to find relief during my busy summer months. 

 

I walk into the gay theatre.  At first, I think no one is in the room.  It’s dark.  The scene in the film is dark and trying for romance, so it makes the room even darker.  I open the door a little more.  There is a lone man sitting in the corner.  I feel my way along the far wall.  I find a chair with my shin.  I sit.  I’m on the opposite side of the room from the other occupant.  He is hard to see across the gloom.  His eyes seem to be only on the screen, his hands in his lap.  Not stroking.

I watch the movie.  Oh, please let them fuck and stop making them say lines of dialogue.  Eventually the scene on screen builds to an amazing ass being eaten by the hung top.  It’s good enough to get me hard.  I unbutton and stroke.  I shoot a look over to the other man.  He’s not stroking, but he seems to be kneading his bulge.

I can see him a little better, now that my eyes have adjusted to the dim room.  He’s younger than I, maybe late 30’s.  He’s thin, wearing a t-shirt with a logo on it that I can’t make out.  His long legs are stretched out in front of him, with his head is resting on the back of the couch.  I can’t make out the expression on his face.

On screen, the cock goes into the gorgeous ass.  My attention goes back to watching a few minutes of that amazing ass getting plowed.  The guy to my side, and slightly behind me, stands up.   I wait for that touch on my shoulder.  Nope, he’s leaving the room.

I sit and stroke totally alone.  I wonder if anyone new has gone in on the straight side.  About the time I think I’ll put away my cock and check, our door swings open.  I glance behind me.  It’s the same guy.  He’s back.  I can actually hear the toilet refilling down the hall.  He shuts the door firmly.  He sprawls back on the leatherette couch.  Are his legs spread wider than they were before?  He undoes his belt and unzips.  He is holding his hand so I can’t see his cock, but I know it’s out of his pants.

We stroke.

And stroke.

Finally, I walk over, standing between his spread legs.  He looks up into my face.  He’s cute in a slightly off beat way.  He says nothing; he just takes his hand away from his ample cock.  I kneel and take him to the root.  It has a slight curve to the side that makes it harder to suck.   I manage a few times and then switch to his balls.  They are hairy and full.  They roll around in their sack.  He strokes as I nuzzle into that sweaty, crinkled skin.

His hand goes from his cock to the top on my head, stopping me.  He’s close. 

I stand up.  He shucks off his jeans.  He pulls me down onto the couch.  He bends over and sucks me.  It’s a bad angle and he knows it.  He stops.  He swings a leg over me and is straddling me.  He just wanted to get my cock wet.  His ass is sinking down on my raw cock before I can say anything. 

He rides me, his cock flopping across my A-shirt.  Then he holds still and I fuck up into him.  He feels wonderful.  He’s tight.  And he knows how to work his butt.

When we both need to slow down, he slides up and off me.  He brings his cock to my mouth.  I hungrily take it in. 

Then I feel it.  His ass is dripping onto my A-shirt.  He looks down.  “Oh, my God…”

We become flustered.  He gets off me quickly, but not easily.  I reach for the paper towels in my pants pocket, but the pants are now down around my boots.  He grabs a proffered towel and kicks into his jeans.  He keeps apologizing.  I say no problem…but I’m not sure I believe it.  He’s out the door and into the bathroom before I can mop at my shirt. 

I sigh. 

I eventually get into the bathroom.  I am done for the night. 

Blueballed .

This is why, I remind myself as I reach for my car keys, I don’t usually fuck at bookstores.

 

Teaching This Old Horndog New Tricks--Part Three: Making FTM Porn

Near Home—June, 2013 12:45am

This posts picks up immediately after the last two.

“I run a porn site about transmen.  I’ll pay you.”

I just look at him.  “Really?”

"Yeah.  Wanna make some porn?”

 

I don’t even think twice.  Why not?  We head out, leaving the theatre together.  The bookstore clerk smirks at me, thinking he knows just what we are off to do. 

I follow them in my own car.  It feels like it takes forever to get to his house, but in reality, it’s not that far.  It’s just getting late. 

We go in to his large, but typical house in a newer subdivision.  We stand around the kitchen as the producer, the large man who I once thought was the boyfriend, fills out the various forms.  I prove I’m over 18 (really?).  I sign model agreements and papers about profit sharing.  I give him my porn name—Charles Wolfe.  Jaman and I take our HIV tests and have our pictures taken with the results.  He goes off to shower and clean up for the shoot. 

The producer and I talk a little about my blog.  I ask how many shoots he’s done; he’s has three waiting to be edited.  The producer’s impressed I’ve actually done porn.  The college guys he got before were pretty hit or miss.  He tells me Daddies are big in transmale porn.  I drop the fact that my sling is in the trunk of my car.  He loves this idea as it will give him better camera angles.  I go out to the car and get it.  We haul it up the stairs to the big bedroom.  I set it up and then go shower myself.  When I step out of the steamy bathroom, the lights trees are up and pointing at the bed.

“I thought we’d start on the bed.  After fucking there for a bit, you’ll invite him to get in the sling.”

I agree.  We sit for a moment waiting for Jaman to appear.  I look around the plain beige room now transformed into his set.  The equipment is good.  Someone has invested some real money in this site.  Jaman comes in from the big bathroom. 

“Let’s get started.”  He explains to Jaman what he just told me.  We make our selves comfortable, propped up on pillows against the wall.  We are already naked so we pretty much just start.   He’s a good kisser.  I get him down on my cock.  He sucks noisily.   I pull him up to kiss him again.

“Ride him,” prompts the producer.

Jaman climbs aboard my cock, facing me.  I look even bigger than usual as this fairly small person lowers himself onto me.  I let him do the work for awhile, then grab him around the waist and fuck up into him.  I am ready to move around to a traditional missionary position as the producer stops us and switches us so Jaman is riding me, facing the camera.  He gets a close up of my cock splitting him open.  He brings a light in with the camera.  The heat is intense on my balls and thighs.

We fuck missionary.

We sixty-nine a little.

“Ok.  Do the invite.”

“I really want him to sit on my face first.”

“Great.  But get your head down here.”  He thumps the foot of the bed.  I sprawl in that direction and Jaman settles onto my face with a moan.  I work my tongue back and forth between his holes, my fingers on his t-cock.  I am pretty sure I get him off.

I roll out from under.  “I’d really like to get you in my sling.  Do you want to?”

Jaman nods. 

“Cut!”

Lights are shifted from the bed to the sling.

We never really stop playing.  I idly fuck him until we are ready to go.  Once he is positioned in the sling, I concentrate on anal sex.  I eat his ass.  I spit into opened hole.  I fuck it hard.  Then I do it all again in close up. 

I spend more time licking his T-cock.  He squirms with the intense stimulation. I rise and slap my cock onto the wet mound.  “You want this big cock back in your pussy?”

“Cut!”  We stop.  “Don’t call it that, go back and say ‘front hole.’”  I nod, lesson learned.

“You want this big cock back in your front hole?”

“Please.”

I slide in.  And I fuck with some nice chain rattling.

Then we film it from below, the light intense on our bare skin.

We break.  I lean in to kiss Jaman.  He asks for me go back and forth from ass to front hole. Repeatedly.  Can I do that?  I grin.  And he gives me that grin that made me so hot for him in the first place.

“Ok.  Battery is changed.  Are you ready to cum?”

“Close,” I tell him.

“You know the kind of thing.  Cum on his front hole then push it inside.”

“Got it.”

I insert in his ass.  I do a couple of strokes, then pull out and move right up to the other.  I fuck a few strokes there, then go back to the ass.  Jaman is loving this.  So is the producer, actually.  I keep it up.  Then announce my cum shot.   After all the hours of play, I have built up a big load.  I shoot it over his front hole.  It drips down onto his ass as well.  I push in, truly breeding him.  I pull out and push even more of my spunk into him.

“Cut.  Damn.”  The producer puts the camera down and comes around between Jaman’s legs.  He looks enquiringly at Jaman, who nods at him.  He shoots a load onto him as well.

***

I’m packing up.

“I want to use you again,” the producer tells me.  “You are a natural.”

I thank him.

He hands me my check.  It’s for more than we’d agreed.  I thank him again.

I kiss Jaman goodbye and head out into the early morning hours of the new day.

 

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Teaching This Old Horndog New Tricks--Part Two: My First Transman

Near Home—June, 2013 11:30pm

This post picks up immediately after the last one.

“Do you want to get fucked?”  The older man whispers it in the cute young man’s ear, but loud enough for me to hear it too.

The young man nods.  I lube my cock a little, as he stands up and drops his pants.  He sits right back down and his hand finds his boyfriend’s.  I want to eat this guy out.  I kneel in the darkened room, the boyfriend reaches across and holds the young man’s legs high in the air.  I find his ass with my tongue.  He gasps as I go deep into him.  I love the taste of his young hole.  He is pushing himself onto my face.  I rear up and slap my cock on his hole.

I’m confused for a moment.

The boy has only the tiniest cock. 

Wait he has…my brain makes an adjustment.  There is a rather full labia around another hole right above the ass I was eating. 

I push my cock into the transman’s ass…

 

“Fuck him with that big dick.”  It’s the boyfriend.  “He loves it up the ass. 

I sink into him with my entire length.  He grins up at me.  I am close enough to his face to watch his eyes roll up into his head as I repeatedly pound into him.  I think I could cum—from the unexpected factor—and all the fucking before they came into the room.  I slow down to make it last.

“Do you want to try a double?”  The boyfriend seems to be ready to fuck now.  I pull out.  The bearded young man gets up.  I hug him.  He hefts my cock and mouths the word “Wow.”  The boyfriend lies down on the faux leather couch.  The young man moves around and straddles his cock with his front hole.  He leans forward waiting for me to enter him.  I move around.  They are so far into the middle of the couch, I can’t get up and over to slip in.  I tell them to move towards the end of the couch.  They do.  The mound of the young ass is now in front of me.  I kneel for a second to watch the BF fuck.  I stand and slip in the other hole.  We are doing DP for a moment.  Then the BF flops out.  I continue fucking until the door buzzes.

I am right in the entrance path.  I pull out and let the new man into the room.  He stops dead as he sees the slim ass in the air.  His hand immediately starts to knead the front of his Bermuda shorts.  He’s built big, the powerful kind of big.  A former foot baller is my guess.  His wide handsome face twists into lust.

“Is that ass up for grabs?” he asks.

I look to the cutie still straddling the older man beneath him.  The young one nods.

The top who shared the Mexican guy comes over to stroke and watch. 

The new guy has his dick out.  I nod to him to go ahead.  The foot baller spits on his dick.  “Has anyone been up this ass tonight?”

“I have.”

“You cum in there?”  He doesn’t wait for an answer.  He is in the ass.  “Fuck, yeah.  You are a hot boy.” 

I smile as I stroke.  He has no idea…

“You go back up him.”  The footballer pulls out.  “Fuck him good,” he says to the room.  Then he whispers in my ear, “You should cum up there.  I want to eat your load off your cock after you pull out.”

I fuck hard.  The footballer keeps telling me to cum.  But suddenly he is the one shooting.  He covers the floor with a huge load, I could only wish he’d shot up the boy.  I slow down, and have to disengage to let him get out the door.  The top I had played with first goes along after him.

We take a break, now alone in the theatre.  I am sitting back in my original place.  After all the fucking we introduce ourselves.  The BF turns out to be only a friend named Harry.  The transman, Jaman, tells me he’s here from the west coast.  I tell him I’m glad he wondered into the theatre.

Jaman grins.  “I want you in my front hole.”

I nod.  I slide down to the floor.  His legs are wide.  I push his legs up and my tongue goes back to his ass for a moment.  I take a moment, telling myself to get to it.  I move to the mound of T-cock (though I didn’t know enough to call it that at the time.)  It fits entirely in my mouth.  My tongue is obviously doing something right.  I stay plastered to the miniature cock (the testosterone shots make it grow.)  Jaman shivers and grinds into my face.  My tongue inches down.  I lick his front hole, deep and long.

“Fuck him.”  It’s Harry.  “Put that big cock in there.”

I stand up and bend forward.  I am in.  I look huge entering this thin young man.   I fuck.  But I’m slipping backward on the slick, cummy floor.  I finally have to stop or I’ll topple onto him.  I sit down.  Jaman takes my cock in his mouth.  Before I even know it, he straddles me and starts to ride my cock.  It feels great. 

“You may make me cum,” I pant.

“Wait a minute.”  It’s Harry. I slow down.  “We have been trying to shoot some video today.  Do you want to come back the house?”

“For the two of you?” I ask.

“Well, no.  I run a porn site about transmen.  I’ll pay you.”

I just look at him.  “Really?”

“Yeah.  Wanna make some porn?”

To be continued…