Friday Night Free For All

Lansing—December, 2013

I was on the prowl again.  I wanted more than one guy in my playroom.  I wanted to play with a small group of men—and I knew I would never get them all to my place.  I posted an ad on BBRT for where I’d be at 10:00pm that night and wrote a couple of local guys that I was going up to the bookstore that is half video lounge and half play space.  I was determined to keep the sling there busy that night…

 I arrive just before 10pm.  No one is in the TV lounge.  I see a few shadows in the blue lit play area.  I’m pretty sure there are blow jobs being given in amongst the alcoves of glory holes.  I walk around the maze-like walls.  Behind the slurp ramp I find a young, just post college-aged guy giving head.  He’s doing a young Latino.  I watch him suck—he gives special attention to the copious foreskin.  I can’t help but unbutton, stroke and make my cock available.  The sucker pulls off the Latino and samples me.  The Latino kneels and soon they are sharing my cock—pushing it back and forth with their tongues into the other guy’s mouth. The first sucker stands up.  He is wearing a Cape Cod sweatshirt.  His pants fall around his ankles.  He bends over, pointing his ass at me.  I want to taste him before I fuck.  I am beaten to it by the Latino.  His face is buried deep in Cape Cod’s cleft before I can kneel.  But the sharing continues.  The Latino pulls away so I can rim the ass, too.  I kiss the Latino before I dive in, so my first taste of that full ass in front of me is on the Latino’s tongue.  He responds with a groan.  I leave his mouth and taste the pucker.  I pull away, we kiss and I let him take over.  I stand.  The Latino moves to my cock, getting it incredibly wet.  I push in.  Cape Cod huffs poppers and flowers open.  I’m deep in him in one smooth glide. 

I fuck.

Cape Cod groans.

The Latino strokes.  And tells me to let him taste my cock.  “Pull it out of his ass and put it into my mouth.” 

I do just that.  He cleans me to the root, then manhandles my cock back into Cape Cod’s butt.

I fuck.  The Latino’s hands are all over me.  He tries to lick my hole as I’m pile driving into Cape Cod.

“Let’s go to the sling.”  It’s Cape Cod.  He wants a break.  The Latino is there first.  He shucks his jeans and jumps in.  I eat his ass, as Cape Cod plays with the prone man’s nipples.  My dick head pushes him open.  He’s tighter than Cape Cod.  He feels much more like I’m fucking muscle than soft flesh.

Cape Cod gets in the sling.  I go first, but I’m pleased that the Latino pushes his thick uncut cock up him once I take a break.

Guys I know begin to arrive.  Each hops in the sling:

A small framed bottom with a sexy, goofy grin who has traveled almost as far as I have.

A stocky leather pig whose hole I eventually flood with piss.

The tall high school Teacher, who I’d sucked off here on my last visit, now wanting his ass plowed.

I rotate through them all in the sling.  When they aren’t getting fucked by me, they either stroke the current bottom or go find some oral action off  in the shadows.  The Latino and the Teacher both are versatile enough to take a turn up the current hole.

I lose track how many times we do the rotation.  My cock is always busy…

*****

We’ve lost the Latino.  With good reason.  He’s bent over in the slurp ramp getting fucked by a drop dead gorgeous young man.  I take a break from the sling and stick my ass flavored cock in the Latino’s mouth.  The Handsome Man smirks at me.  He has a fuse as long as mine—he can fuck for hours.  The Latino is slurping loudly, getting all the ass juice he can down his throat.  Finally, he stands up pulling himself off the Handsome Man.  “Follow me.”

We do.  The Latino leads the way to the bathroom.  He kneels and takes both our cocks into his mouth at the same time.  I love pushing my fat helmet headed dick against the other man’s cock.  We then take turns fucking him. 

“Let me taste your dick,” I ask HM.  He looks at me quizzically, but lets me swallow it down.  I must do something right, for he begins a rhythm of pumping into the Latino for two or three strokes and then into my mouth for the same.  The quizzical look is gone— a look of sheer lust has replaced it.

I take a turn in the juicy ass still bent over the sink.

“Let me piss,” says HM.  He goes to the bowl.  The Latino grabs him and brings him back to where I have hunkered down in the corner.  “He’s a drinker—give it to him.”  Again HM looks skeptical, but I nod.  He has no problem letting fly a long, sweet load down my throat.  The moment he’s done, he’s back up the Latino.  He grunts and spews his cum load, then holds himself in place.  I don’t make a move.  I know the Latino wants to clean up his Top—so I let him, while I lick out a little of what was shot into his ass.

They leave together.  I hope it’s for round two.

*****

It’s late.  It’s time to get off.  The Teacher has become just a top after his clean out has gone bad.

“Do you want to suck me off?” he asks.

I nod.  It takes very little time until I have a mouthful of his semen.  I don’t swallow.  Cape Cod is in the sling, waiting.  I lean across him and mumble what I have.

“Give it to me!  Push it in!”

I kneel and reverse felch the load.  It’s even more than I thought; it drips and clings to the hairs on Cape Cod’s ass.  I stand.  My cock mops up the strands.  I fuck them into Cape Cod.  The warmth and silkiness of fucking in cum makes me shoot.  I explode with a loud grunt.

Cape Cod jerks off—with my softening cock still up his ass.  I mop it up with my hand and feed some to him.  He suckles my fingers clean...

Notorious At Last....

While working on a post for today, I had to take a break, so I checked the stats page for the blog.  Clicking to me from The Breeder’s Journal is still how most readers find me.  (Though more and more people seem to arrive by typing “felchingpisser.”  And there is one person who always finds me from searching for “gay rimseat.”)  Today, there was a new site which sent a large number of people my way.  The blog for Treasure Island Media.

Of course I investigated.

My post Alone with Cum Hound and a world-wide audience was picked up by their blog.  As is usual, they illustrated it with pictures from their productions.  It felt very odd to look at other men doing similar things to what Cum Hound and I had done.  The text seemed to be intact—something I was leery of—and I was glad to see they provided a link to get back to my blog.  Obviously a number of men had used it or I wouldn’t have known it had happened.

I have had a number of my pictures surface on other sites.  I have always known that would happen.  This is the first time, to my knowledge, a whole post (though minus my own pictures) has been re-posted.  

I’m think I’m happy…

Sexual Healing

My Playroom—December, 2013

The very next day after the 15 minute blunder with the Pursuer, I was on line.  I was pretending to myself that I was thinking about Christmas shopping, but that sham evaporated when someone new sent me a message.  The ass shot caught my eye first—what a surprise.  It was full and hairless except for the crack.  The rest of his body was trim.  The face pic—which wasn’t locked—was nice.  He had good, strong features with a shaved head.  He was 10 years younger than I, but I wouldn’t have thought it from the face shot.

He told me he loved my profile—especially all those kinks I’d checked.  He was up to try anything—and that he was brand new to piss play.  He hadn’t played in any way in a long time, he said, so please go slowly.  And he would only play bare.

Patrick and I didn’t waste time.  He came out that afternoon and was on his knees in the playroom the moment he arrived…

 

My hands are on either side of his head.  I’m just letting them rest there.  There is no need to guide the mouth that has taken my cock to the root repeatedly.  I finally have to pull him off me, he’s that good.  I get him under the armpits and pull him up.  We kiss.  He’s good at that, too.   I pull out of the kiss and sink to my knees.  I want to taste his cock.  In front of me, on both thighs, are bright crimson and purple patches.

“I should have told you,” he stammers.  “I have been having treatment for skin cancer…”

“Ah.”

“If you want me to go…”

“No,” I say, never leaving my position on the floor.

“Guys can’t deal with it.  I understand.  They look ugly, but they’re healing.”

I lean in.  My lips brush across the reddened areas.

He sighs.  “I’ve had no sex with all the chemo.”

I take his cock and easily swallow it.

“Stop.   I’ll shoot.”

“Let’s get you on the bench.”

Patrick straddles it, his ass thrusts provocatively forward.  It’s even better looking than in his picture.  He’s moist and ready.  I kneel again and eat his hole. 

“That’s so good….” he murmurs.

I stand up and spray some piss down the crack.

“Oh, my God.  That feels incredible.”  His voice is louder now.  And higher.  I kneel behind his dripping ass crack.  “Lick that piss off me.”  I do.  Devouring it.  Making noises of pleasure deep in my throat.  “Fuck me with that big stick.”  I could stay forever on my knees eating his piss flavored hole, but I get up and press into him.  I am at full speed almost instantly.  I am making the legs of the bench push forward.

I only stop when he asks if he can taste his ass on my cock.  I bring it around to him.  He slobbers all over my dick.  He wants it all.  “Let me suck you some more.”  I sprawl on the bed.  Patrick crawls between my legs and takes me to the root again.  I let him worship me.  I occasionally give my balls a twist to keep my jizz in place.  I turn him slightly, so I can lazily lick at his ass as he continues to work on my cock.

“Sling time.”  My words sound loud when the only sound has been his slurping and the muffled groans of the Dick Wadd orgy on the computer screen.  I get him in to the sling.  I point up to the mirror attached to the sling frame.  I want him to watch me enter him.  His cock head swells and becomes as purple as the ugly patches on his legs.  My dick enters him with just the slightest resistance. 

I fuck and fuck, rattling the chains.

I stop.  I blindfold Patrick as he lies there.  My hands are on his nipples, stroking his toes, caressing his balls.  My hands lightly feather across the flaming, ugly red patches on his thighs.  My mouth finds his underarms.  I hose his left one down with piss, then clean it up with my mouth.   I do the same with his right.  And his ass crack again. 

My cock is raging.  I fuck.  His ass is working overtime to make enough lube to handle the invasion.

A break.  We both gulp some water.  Patrick looks at the rimseat.

“You want to try it?”

He nods.  I inhale some Jungle Juice Platinum and crawl under.  He sits gingerly on it.  My tongue goes so deep into his self-lubed hole that he jumps.  There is nothing like eating freshly fucked ass.  I dig in.  I hear the poppers open above me.  After he has inhaled, he begins a slight moan in the back of his throat.  It goes up in pitch whenever my tongue goes particularly deep. 

Suddenly his ass is gone.  I didn’t indicate for him to stand.  I look up, my eyes trying to focus in the brighter room light.  Patrick takes two tiny steps forward and sits on my dripping dick—the dick I have been flogging the entire time I’ve been eating him out.

He grunts as I go into him fully.  He bounces.  Fucking himself until his legs can’t take the position any more.

“I have something for you,” I tell him.  He gets in the sling as I go to the freezer down stairs.  I bring back the sizable cum pellet I froze yesterday after the fiasco with my pursuer.   “It’ll be cold,” I tell him, as I reverse the condom and push the pellet into his ass.  I use my cock to get it in deeper.  Patrick loves this. As it melts, we have a cum sloppy fuck in the sling.

He tastes the cum that is now all over my cock.  I kneel and taste it too.  I arch up and snow ball a long strand into his mouth.  We kiss—sharing it again and again.

“I don’t think I can take much more,” Patrick tells me.  “Do you want to breed me?”

“Of course.”

He grins.

“Get back on the bench,” I tell him.

His ass is slick now with his own lube and my melted cum pellet.  I slide into this over lubed hole.  I want to do nothing in the world at that moment so much as to breed this man.  It doesn’t take more than one whack on his ass to make his hole spasm.  And I am over the edge. 

I shoot a fresh load into him. 

I can’t seem to stop. 

I lean in, letting him take all my weight on his back.  I just hold on.  His hands reach back.  It not easy, but we find a way for our fingers to entwine.  And just hold on.     

Pursued

My Playroom—December, 2013

This is brief. 

When will I learn the lesson here…

 

I’m on one of the vanilla hook up sites, sometime in October, and I notice him. It’s hard not to notice—he’s sent me three emails before I can open the first one.  “I’m new in the area.”  You got a big dick.”  “Breed me now.”  And there’s no picture.  Nothing.

I write back asking for one.  He has nothing on his computer or his phone.

I get a missive from him each day.  Asking to get in the sling.  Or to meet for coffee.  Or to let him suck me off at Home Depot.  Some days I get five or ten.

I keep asking for a picture.

Finally he sends me one.  It’s a very round, very furry ass shot.  I weaken.  It’s a nice enough ass that I can easily put the proverbial (and imaginary) bag over his head if he has no other redeeming features.  I agree to meet him at my house on Wednesday at 9:00pm. 

At 7:55pm I get a text:  “my stocky ass wsnts dick now..u ready”  (These are still on my phone—they are verbatim.)

Me, a minute later:  We said 9:00pm Still setting up the playroom.  You said you got out of work at 8pm—have you cleaned out?

7:59pm: “ lets do it now”

Me:  I’m not ready, but can push it up to 8:30.

8:03pm:  “ok8:30 chief” 

Then he doesn’t show.  I have seen a car go by and park up the street.  The phone dings it’s text announcement.

8:43pm:  im a stocky guy.that ok?

Me:  A little late to worry about that now—just come in if you want to get fucked.

Five minutes later he rings the doorbell.  He’ll win no beauty prizes, but he’s fine.  He’s nervous as hell.  He does have some gut, but I’ve seen guys with a lot more girth who tell me they are “muscular.”  His hair is thinning.  He hasn’t lied about his age—45.

“Let’s go upstairs.”  I have him strip down and get his clothes into the dresser reserved for tricks.  He’s in awe of all the fuck equipment.  I tell him to climb aboard the fuck bench.  He can’t get over the fact that there’s a mirror placed so he can watch me eat his ass.

And it’s a good hairy butt.  I concentrate on that.  I really don’t care that he is jerking about 4 inches of dick.  I spit on his hole.

“Fuck me raw.”

Well, that’s clear, too.  I stand up and enter him.  He feels good.  He’s not doing much to help—but his hole is tight (from lack of use, I assume) and it pulls nicely on my cock.

I pull out to tongue him a little more.  I’m covered in shit.  No, not covered, caked.  I looks like I will need a chisel to get it all off.

The fuck is finished.  He obviously had done nothing about clean out.  He doesn’t seem that bothered.

“You were too big for me anyways,” are his final words to me as I all but push him out the door.

*****

Once I’m clean—I realize I am still incredibly horned.  I so rarely jerk—but I have to do it tonight.  I find a disc of Peto Coast fucking and fisting Rod Painter.  It’s easy to insert myself into the action.  It takes a while…but I drop a load into the condom covered shot glass—the start of a new devil’s dick.

Surprises at the Motel with Day Rates

Detroit—November, 2013

I went home for Thanksgiving to the Detroit area.  I had every intention of finding some fun during my time there.  As is often the case however, being around my Alzheimer’s ridden Dad made my libido plummet.  However, the day before the holiday, the Cum Hound got me out of my funk.  I thought I was meeting him one on one at the cheapest sleazy motel we knew—but that was not quite the case…

 I haven’t seen the Cum Hound in quite some time—not since we were, unexpectedly in another state and in the same hotel.  (You can also read about the time I brought a mystery top to breed him.  Or the time we fucked while broadcasting it over TIM’s Fuck Roulette.)  I arrive a little early.  I’m eager.  I need to breed.  It’s been a whole week since I got off—much less fucked ass.  I snap a picture of the motel sign.  I like how brazen it is—letting the world know just what happens here.

Cum Hound answers my knock.  He is still in his three piece suit.  We hug. The room is tiny—all wood paneling and cheap pressed wood furniture.  The bed is clean enough and that’s all that matters.  I go in and strip down as he attaches his computer to the in-room television so we can have porn on a much bigger screen.  He puts on a Treasure Island video—one that is new to me.  He goes off to shower and clean up as I watch big dicks breed the willing. 

I am achingly erect as he emerges from the steamy bathroom.  Cum Hound crawls across the bed and nuzzles my dripping cock.  He buries it in his throat, giving a gratified sigh as he feels the thickness fill his throat.  I pump it into him, then I slowly pull out. 

“Come here.”  I get up and stand on the linoleumed area outside the bathroom door.  He obediently gets on his knees.  “On your back,” I instruct him.  He lies down.  I straddle his chest, a boot on either side of him.  My cock is slightly less hard.  A burst of piss spits out.  I direct the pale stream right at his open mouth.  He guzzles noisily.  I control the flow, willing myself to stop so he can swallow and not make much of a mess.  I let fly another stream.  And another.  The Cum Hound is rock hard—something I rarely see as he can’t stay that way with cock up his ass. 

When I finish, I pull him up to clean the last drops from my cock.

“On the bed.  All fours.”  Cum Hound is right there.  I bury my face in his ass.  I love the warmth and taste of his hole.  I need to stick my cock in him.  Now.  I get up and do just that.  I fuck him roughly.  Something he always begs me to do.

“I need this,” I tell him.

“Sir, I have a surprise for you.  I have two other tops coming to breed me like you like.”

“Really?”  The thought of fucking in cum makes me pound him harder.   There is a knock on the door.  I pull out and slap my meaty cock on the Cum Hound’s hole.  I go to answer the door.  It’s Mikey, the Breeder’s brother.  I smile and let him in.  Before Mikey can strip down and I can get back in the Cum Hound’s hole, there is second knock. Once again I open the door.  It is one of metro Detroit’s most reliable breeders.  There is nothing fancy about his fucking—he’s just there to drop a load and get back to work.  He rarely even gets all the way undressed.  Today is no different.  He takes his sweater and shirt off, but just leaves his pants bunched around his ankles.  The Cum Hound has flipped on to his back and is pressing his wet hole toward the new arrival.  Mikey finishes shucking off his clothes and sucks my cock. 

Old Reliable pushes into the wet hole. 

“You must have been fucking him for a while,” he says, his head turned in my direction. 

I nod.  And then groan as Mikey pushes me forward on the bed, deciding he’d really rather lick my ass.  His tongue goes deep and I take a hit of poppers, reveling in the unexpected.

“You are wet, boy,” Old Reliable tells the Cum Hound.  “And I’m going to make you wetter yet.”

I grab the camera.  Old Reliable convulses and shoots into the Cum Hound.  Loudly.  No one in this motel cares.  Old Reliable knows (and loves) the drill.  He marinates for a moment in the cum soaked ass, then he pulls out and lets me suck him clean.  He’s dressing as I felch a little of his load out of the Cum Hound.  “I’m leaving most of it for you,” I tell Mikey. 

Mikey grins and shoves his cock into the creamy, well–fucked hole.  I thank Old Reliable, and he is out the door and on the way back to his shop.

I watch and take a few more pictures.  Then I eat Mikey’s ass on his backstroke.  I stand up, catching Mikey’s eye in the mirror.  I push into him.

“Argh!”

Mikey fucks into Cum Hound and impales himself on me with each backstroke.  I tell the Cum Hound just what I’m doing.  It’s his turn to groan.  He is anything but a selfish bottom.  He tells Mikey to take my cock.

We fuck this way for a long time.

Eventually, I go back up Cum Hound.  Then the amazing thing happens.  He says he’s worn out.  “Let me watch you fuck Mikey.”  He lies across one side of the bed and watches Mikey get on all fours.  I can fuck with much more freedom now.  I slide in.  I have to hold still—afraid I’ll shoot.  I calm down and begin long dicking him.

Mikey rolls off me and over onto his back.  “Fuck me so I can see your eyes, Daddy Man.”  I am back up him instantly.  Our eyes lock.  Even the Cum Hound can feel the connection between us.  I lower my head into a kiss.

“Breed him,” the Cum Hound all but whispers.  “Let me see you shoot in him.”

I pull up, my eyes never leaving him.  My eyes go all watery.  And I shoot.

I collapse on Mikey.  The Cum Hound goes to clean up, leaving us alone.  I roll off Mikey.  He climbs on top of me, stroking his bright red cock.  Mikey leans in and whispers things in my ear.  I become tongue tied, my usual verbal ease taken aback.  My hand strokes his ass and he shoots across my chest. 

We stay, mashed together with his cum sticking to the both of us, until the bathroom door opens.

Then we are all business.  We wash up, pack up, get dressed and take our leave.

Mikey’s at the door of the motel.  I go to him to say goodbye.  He grabs me in an embrace.  “That was special, Daddy Man.  Take care of yourself…”

Pig Party In South Bend

South Bend—November, 2013

I think it was as we drove home from the piss party earlier in the month, that Ryan mentioned he was trying to set up a group to breed his fuck buddy Miguel.  If you read Ryan’s blog ‘Spreading My Legs’ you will know Miguel makes frequent appearances.  Of course I wanted to help out and finally meet this pig I’d read so much about.

By the end of the month, when it finally happened, the set-up had only gotten better.  Miguel was now bringing his boyfriend and Ryan had invited quite a few other guys—some I knew and some I didn’t—to turn it into more of a sex party than a gangbang.  I volunteered the sling and got there 30 minutes before the official starting time…

I am clipping the sling to the chains as the doorbell goes off.  Ryan goes upstairs to admit Miguel and Luis.  They troop down the stairs.  We shake hands and strip.  Both men are good looking Latinos in their 40’s.  Miguel is shorter than his partner.  He is also the first naked.  He goes down on me before I can get my jock on.  He gives excellent head.  Luis sits in a chair at the base of the stairs, stroking and watching with a great mix of pleasure and pride, as his partner sucks my cock to life.  Ryan goes down for a moment on Luis’ big cock, but the lure of Miguel’s ass is too much.  He buries his face in Miguel’s butt as I face fuck Miguel.  Ryan’s cock is impatient.  It is up Miguel in no time.  He fucks him hard, hard enough to push Miguel even deeper on my dick.

We switch.  I fuck Miguel for the first time.  He has a grasping, velvety ass.  He’s one of those men who can coax a load easily out of almost anyone.  We’ve inspired Luis to join us.  He sticks his cock in his partner’s face as Ryan grabs the camera.  I fuck Miguel harder yet.  Luis comes around and inserts.  Miguel has already had three dicks in his ass in the first fifteen minutes.

I get Miguel to bend into the sling---so the leather is supporting his chest, his feet on the ground.  We all take a turn fucking him this way.  Then it’s into the sling on his back, legs in the stirrups.  Once again it’s Ryan, me and Luis, fucking him in that order.  If our cock is not in in Miguel’s ass, it’s in his mouth or it’s beating on his chest.  Luis likes to have my cock where he can simply hold onto it as he fucks his boy. 

The new recruits arrive.  Larry in new to me.  He’s an ex-military man.  His years in the service have given him a great chest.  It doesn’t hurt that he’s also very handsome.  I’ve been told he usually bottoms.  Right now, he just strokes as we continue to fuck Miguel.  Tad and JD arrive.  Both were at the terrific house party Ryan and I attended.  Tad is late 20’s or early 30’s, with a hot body, a neatly trimmed beard and an insatiable sex drive as both top and bottom.  JD is younger, a bit chunkier, and just as driven sexually.  He is fully versatile and knows how to use his big dick---but each time I’ve seen him, he always ends up on his back with his legs in the air.  Tad and JD are old friends.  They instantly get Larry into some oral work on the bed.  Ryan joins them.  Luis and I watch JD get fucked by Tad as we continue sharing Miguel.  Then it’s Ryan up that young ass.

When Miguel needs a break, I get JD in the sling.  I fuck him first.  It’s great to feel a different hole on my cock.  He’s open from the dick he’s already had in him.  Luis spells me, getting his first crack at JD’s ass.  I watch Luis’ face.  He can’t hide how great it is to have a handsome young man on his cock.

Another new arrival.  I have next to nothing to do with him—as he knows the younger crowd.  He’s a young himself, Hispanic and seems to be versatile.  I think his name in Juan.

There is a lot of give and take on the bed.  I don’t see it all—Luis and I are making sure Miguel has enough cock.  Finally, we get Miguel on the bed and try a double fuck.  We both have long cocks, I am hoping it might work.  It does.  But only for a moment or two.  We finally flip Miguel so he’s facing the other men getting fucked.  He is instantly kissing the bottom across from him as both are plowed.

*****
Later in the afternoon I coax Tad into the sling.  He loved my cock last month, but is apprehensive about taking it today.  I tongue him for a long time and work my cock in slowly to open him up.  Luis can’t wait to try this new young man.  Tad is now moaning and talking filth.  He wants to shoot with that big uncut Latin dick in him.  I pull out and let Luis into his juicy ass.  It doesn’t take much until Tad sprays all over himself.  I lick it up and reverse felch it into Miguel.  He gets his first load fucked into him via my mouth and then my cock pushing it as deep as I can shove it.

Luis wants to fuck in Tad’s cum.  I pull out and let him.  The thought of it is too much—he breeds his boyfriend after a few strokes. 

There is a general exodus.  Ryan is seeing people to the door.  I’m alone with Larry—the ex-military guy.  He’s not played with me all afternoon—I have assumed he’s not interested.  I’m wrong.

“Lick my ass like you did that guy in the sling.” 

I invite him into the sling, but that’s too kinky for him.  He gets on all fours on the bed.  Larry keeps up a litany about how my cock will be too big for his hole, but after feeling my tongue, he is soon beggin me to fuck him.  Ryan is back downstairs.  He is taking pictures again.  I rise up and insert.  Larry takes me like a champ.

I fuck him—I’m pretty sure I’m going to breed him.

“I want to cum on your face,” Larry tells me.  I pull out and hunker down.  Larry gives his prostate stimulated cock just a few whacks and it spews all over my tongue and beard.  I swallow what I can and lick Larry clean.  Well, I try.  He’s over stimulated.

I never get off—but I feel totally satisfied.  I wipe a little more cum out of my beard and swallow it.  I will have his smell with me all the way home…

A great way to spend an afternoon.

You will find many pictures of this event by clicking this link.

Tales From the Bookstore

Near Home—November, 2013

It’s cold.  I shouldn’t be surprised that it is this cold—we’ve had a much colder winter this year here in the Midwest.  It will just not stop snowing today.  My fingers are beginning to warm as I hold my cup of tea.  I am sipping and typing.  Well, more sipping than typing this very minute.  I keep having flashbacks to the New Year’s Eve orgy I helped host.  I keep thinking of the big cocks, the hot guys and the greedy, cum filled holes sitting on my face… 

Oh, wait.  I’m supposed to be talking about my late November trips to the bookstore.  For whatever reason, during the second half of the month, I spent more time at the bookstore than in my playroom.

I had a lot of sex there.  And a number of odd encounters…

I am sitting on the straight side.  Decent porn is playing here—far hotter than the half hard, latexed boys on the screen in the gay theatre.  There is only one man in the space with me.  I recognize him.  He’s a guy who can’t open wide enough to take me without his teeth getting all over the ridge of my cock head.  I’ll stick to my hand.

But he begins to talk.  And talk.

At first he says nice things about me—my look, my oral skills.  He takes a swig from his soda bottle.  He begins again, but now I can smell the alcohol.  He’s poured rum into that Coke can.  He won’t stop talking—about the porn, the facility, the couch—and he’s getting louder and louder.  I finally have to retreat to the gay theatre.

A new guy has arrived there.  He’s my age, with a thick build and a thick dick.  He is stroking to the twinks on the screen with slow, languid strokes.  I sit slightly ahead of him, but in his range of vision.  I take my cock out.  In no time, he’s on the floor in front of me and giving me head.  He’s fine—it feels good, but it won’t get me off.  I finally suggest he take a break. 

He sits next to me.  We watch the porn. 

We stroke.

He reaches over and pushes my head down on his cock.  I let him.  I oval large.  He shoots.  I swallow. 

And he begins to talk.  Somehow he knows that I know a friend of his.  But not some hot mutual fuck bud, no, it’s someone I work with.  I grunt non-committally   

So much for keeping those two worlds apart.   

 

I’m back from another round of shoveling—this time excavating my car.

I look again at my notes from November.  I see there is another night where I state I got four loads down my throat.  No comments about who and I haven’t a clue about the men now.  I do remember (thanks to my notes) that it’s also the night I break down and fuck the Mexican who is sometimes cleaned out and sometimes not.  That night he was dirty.  Spectacularly so.  But that’s all I’m going to write about that.

I have just finished shoveling the driveway again.  As they plow the street, the crew keeps repeatedly filling in what I have cleared.

And then there’s the night that my only companion on the straight side is this handsome man…

I guess he’s late thirties.  He has a chiseled face with a cropped head of dark hair.  He is fit and dressed in sweats.  He has no problem pulling out his cock and stroking.  I sit directly across from him and do the same.  I notice that he can see mine, with my big flared head sticking way above my fist, but I can’t see his cock at all.  His hand covers it all.  

“That’s quite a cock you have there.”

“It’s good genetics.  I thank my grandfather every day.”

“You get a lot of pussy with that?”

“Quite a bit recently,” I say, quite truthfully with all that FTM porn I’ve done.

“Now, she’s what I need.”  He means the girl on the screen.  She is sucking the cock of her partner for all she’s worth.  He jerks harder as he looks at her.

Silence.

Broken only by the sound the lube makes on my cock.

“You ever have sex with guys?”  His voice is a little breathy now.

I pause.  “Sure.  I’ve let guys suck me here.”

“Really?  You like it?”

“Yeah.  Most of ‘em are really good.”

We discuss whether guys can suck dick better than many women. 

I conclude with “I’ve even been known to help a guy out myself”—giving him the opening I think he’s searching for.

“I couldn’t let a guy do that to me.  I’m not gay.”

Silence.

Then he adds, “But I’d like to get fucked by a big cock like yours.”

I just look at him.

“Well, not here, not now.  But I’d like to know what a monster like you’ve got would feel like.”

I shrug. 

“But I’m not gay,” he tells me again.  He pauses.  “That cock of yours would stretch me out good.”

“Any time…”

“You fuck guys?” he asks.

“Sure.  I love tight ass.”

“Damn.”  He squirms in his chair and makes sure I notice he returns his gaze to the screen.  “Look at her take it in the ass.”

“Nice,” I mutter.

Silence.

I stand up.  I move across the room so I’m almost in front of him—but I could be just going toward the door.  I stop for a second.

“Jesus—that thing is big.” 

I take a step closer to him.

“Hey, no way.  Get that thing away from me.” 

I push my cock into my pants and make for the door as if that’s where I was headed all along.

"I’m not gay!”  he mumbles as the door slams shut.