A Bookstore Full of Show-Offs

Near Home—August, 2015

There was one last foray into the bookstore in August.  I had a good time, but what I remember most from that night was this rather Felliniesque moment…

I am in the straight theatre.  It is business as usual for a weekend—well, for a weekend where women accompany their men.  In a far corner, there is a hetro couple showing off.   They are just looking for guys to watch and jerk as the man and woman go back and forth performing oral sex on each other.  And they have quite an audience of active strokers, as they are very attractive. 

One of the jackers is the good looking bi man I have written about before.  (Early in the summer we had had mutual oral sex--all while he told me about his girlfriend.  I got him off by fingering his wet hole as he told me how much his girlfriend would love my dick—the dick he was sucking between stories.)  He keeps eyeing the door, where I am standing.  At first I think he’s eyeing me.  I would be surprised if he were eyeing the older Dad type on the couch—balding with a big gut.  Or the anything but passable drag queen or cross dresser on the other end of the couch.  He is in go-go boots and a print dress from the Carnaby Street era.  He keeps brushing his wig, a cheap synthetic blond pageboy bob, off the thick stubble on his cheeks where it sticks if he moves his head even a fraction of an inch.

The door opens.  A pretty young woman comes in.  She glances around the room and sits between the two men on the couch.  She just fits between them.  The Dad is very aware of her.  He takes his dick out from his pants and strokes it, making a point of looking at the screen and not at her.  I decide the other man is a cross dresser, not a drag queen as his longer dick emerges from his now bunched up dress.  The woman pays them no attention at first.  Then she whispers to the Dad.  He turns.  He’s allowed to fondle her rather small breasts, which are in some sort of tube top—that soon is around her midriff.  She turns to the CD.  He’s allowed to touch them too.  Soon he tries his mouth on her left breast.  That seems to be with in her limits.  Dad tongues the other as the men stroke themselves.  The CD leaves a lipstick smear on her nipple.  He tries to finger her, but she stops him.  She goes under her short skirt herself for some hand manipulation.  Dad tries that, too, but she stops him as well—though her hand, shiny with her juices, comes out from under and strokes the Dad’s cock.  He grunts his pleasure as his mouth goes back to her breast.

I glance away towards the other performing couple, idly stroking my own cock.  Though that couple is closer, the Bi Guy is riveted to the action happening within inches of me.  His cock is rampant and looks huge from across the room.

I notice that the woman is aware of his gaze.  She holds it as the Dad and the CD are now openly stroked by her—one in each hand.  Dad comes fast—pulling away from her to shoot on the floor.

Bi Guy signals her.  She stops and goes directly to him.  Of course—she’s the girl friend.  He is getting turned on by watching her feel up the other men.  She instantly bends and takes her boyfriend in her mouth and is soon straddling and noisily fucking herself on his dick.  

Dad has gone.  I offer the CD my dick, but he seems to be truly straight.  He adjusts himself and, rather wobbly in his boots, saunters out of the room.

I wait until the Bi Guy shoots deep into his girl.  I want to eat it out of her—but they are ready to go before I can get across the room to ask.

I move to the other theatre.  I fuck the local man I usually meet here.  We gather a small crowd of gay men. It's our turn to show off.  My fuck bud finally stops me, his ass worn out.  I pull out and he shoots in my mouth.  I suck off three of the onlookers before I feed another my own load.

A good, if odd, night…

The Breeding of Ryan Cummings (con't)

Chicago--IML, 2014

Here are some more pictures I found of the porn shoot with Ryan. 

I was the first in the room.  After getting his hole wet, I was the first to get my cock in him.  The moment I did, the door opened and the gangbangers walked in.

This is the picture I used when I wrote one other time about Ryan—the only picture I’d seen at that point.  You should recognize that my dick has gone from Ryan’s ass to his mouth…

And from another angle…

Waiting my turn for another shot at either hole...

More to come...

Cumming to Chicago from Bad Seed Media, 2015

Round and Round the Rimseat

West Michigan—August, 2015

We were all more than ready to meet again.   Derrick, the tall bear who had emerged from my past, and his cute Cub of a partner, Jacob, had invited me back to their playroom.   It felt slightly like carrying coals to Newcastle, but I packed my rimseat, as it was the one thing they didn’t have in their well-stocked playspace…

We are all in our leathers.   Jacob is in chaps and codpiece.  They perfectly frame his hairy butt.  He is kneeling in front of Derrick, who sits on the sofa, his leather cod piece pushed to one side.  Jacob has Derrick’s cock deep in his mouth as I enter the room from where I have put on my chaps and harness.  I move right behind him.  He raises his butt slightly, so I can just manage to hunker down and work my tongue into his hairy hole.  He grunts and works with even more energy on swallowing his boyfriend deep into his throat.  My tongue makes his hole very wet.  I maneuver around, so my cock head grazes the sopping hole.  Jacob groans louder around the cock in his mouth. 

He pushes back against me, but Derrick has other ideas.  He pulls Jacob’s hips toward him, and then down, so with just a slight grunt, Jacob is sitting on Derrick’s cock.   That’s fine by me.  I crawl forward and start licking the base of Derrick’s cock as it fucks up into his Cub.  Now they both groan.  My tongue catches the juices seeping from Jacob’s well fucked mancunt.

“Let’s use his rimseat,” Derrick announces.  I get under it gladly.  Jacob takes the seat.  I immediately begin licking out his fucked hole. 

“So deep…” Jacob murmurs.   

My cock goes from hard to rigid.  This makes Derrick kneel between my legs and start lapping at it.  He can only get about half of it down his throat.  Soon, he stands up, and feeds his own dick to Jacob.  Jacob squirms on my tongue, now with both holes filled.  He grinds down on my face.

“Your hole wet, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then go sit on his big dick.”

Derrick steps back to let Jacob get up.  I watch the cute Cub begin to lower himself on my wet cock.  But my view is blacked out by Derrick taking a seat.  My tongue seeks out his equally hairy hole.  It’s my turn to grunt as Jacob bottoms out on my dick.  He clenches his muscles, sending an involuntary spasm through my entire body.  I let him ride and I work on getting Derrick’s hole wet.

I hope I know what will happen next.  And it does. 

“I’m going to ride his cock,” Derrick tells his boy.  “Sit back on the seat and let him clean your ass.”

They change.  My mouth is filled with Jacob’s ass lube and my own precum.  I suck and swallow as much as I can.  Derrick is taking his time on my dick.  When I feel my full length in him, I tongue Jacob even harder.  Derrick lets out a deep breath and begins a slow fuck of himself.  He feels totally different than his boy.  It’s slow, rhythmic, and not nearly as wet a fuck.  I let him be in charge.  He fucks himself, until his legs can’t take it anymore.  Than he gets up and feeds his dick to the Cub on the seat.

“Let me take your place.” 

Suddenly, I can see light again.  Jacob and Derrick are kissing as I get out from under.  I join briefly the battle of tongues, but Derrick is eager to get in place.  He tells me to sit on his face.  I do.  I watch Jacob ride his boyfriend’s dick as I squirm with the tonguing I’m getting from Derrick.  He loves eating hole every bit as much as I do. 

Soon we change up.  Jacob’s freshly fucked hole on Derrick’s face.   I’m down between Derrick’s legs, sucking the ass juice off his cock.  When I’m done, I stand up, spit on my dick and make Jacob taste all of us on my cock.

We rotate again.

And again—the two tops just as eager to use our mouths as our dicks.

Finally, it’s sling time.

Jacob is so turned on from the rimseat action, that the moment I start a hard driving fuck into his hole, he shoots.   Big.  All over his hairy chest and his hairier pubes.  Derrick scoops up the cum and spreads it on my cock.  He takes Jacob’s place in the sling and I slip into his ass with the best lube in the world.

We fuck hard. 

He shoots.

I lick at his cum frothed hole—and get my cock back inside him just in time for my own explosion.

Getting a Taste of Things to Come...

My mouth is watering all over again…

While hunting for something else online, I found a picture of me from the video I made last year with Ryan Cummings.  Here I am—the very first moment of his massive gangbang.



Cumming to Chicago from Bad Seed Media, 2015

Tyler Loosens His Limits

My Playroom—August, 2015

I have written about him before—in the entry I called ‘Blindfolded’—where we had a threeway with a muscle guy we both know.  I like him.  He’s a little older than I, but in good shape and neither of us look our real age.  He approached me about a one on one.  “I want to add more kink to my play.  I know you think I’m nothing but a vanilla softy.  But remember, I rim.”

I reminded him that I thought rimming was a basic skill.  But he signed off Adam4Adam before I could get out of him what kinks made him curious.

And I didn’t hear until he arrived at the playroom.  “I really want to try some watersports.”

I sighed and told him I would drink up, but that I really would have preferred to have been hydrating for a full hour before he got here.

We played on the fuck bench.  We fucked in the sling.  And I had nothing in my bladder for him—certainly nothing as clear as I would like it for a first time.

“May I rim you?” Tyler asked.

“Of course.  Where?”

“The sling to start.”

I got up into it.  “Okay.  I know you love eating my hole.  So here’s a tiny kink to add.  I like the taste of my hole, too.  Make sure you kiss me.  And you can lick my pits—and kiss me after you get them wet.”

I watched the light bulb go off over his head, as he knelt.  Baby steps…

I look up into the mirror over the sling.  I watch Tyler kissing my ass cheeks, slowly getting nearer and nearer my hole.  He knows to tease me—so close but no tongue on it yet.  Then he does something that surprises me—he spits on my hole and pushes it in.  Well, well—someone has been paying attention to the rimming I gave him….

And up he comes, his damp face finds mine.  We kiss.  Deep and long.  I can barely taste myself, but it’s there.

He returns to his knees.  He’s the most excited I’ve ever seen him down there.  I watch him in the mirror.  He goes deep and I grunt my appreciation.  He brings his tongue up to my mouth.  Now there’s the taste that turns me on—my sweaty-from-a hard-fuck-ass-crack.  And again he surprises me.  He spits in my mouth.  That taste of me again. And my cock drools.  He notices the precum on his way back down, swabs it up with his tongue and sticks it in my hole. 

Fuck, he is a damn fine pupil.

He is really turned on now.  His tongue is working my hole.  My balls.  My hole.  My ass cheeks.  And then he’s back to my mouth.

I raise my arms and hold on to the chains over my head.  He knows what I want—and I can see the indecision on his face.  But he moves to the side of the sling and licks at my arm pit.

“Oh!” he mumbles into the hairiness there.  He likes the taste of the fresh sweat.  He goes from tentative to rabid pit licker.  He rears up and feeds me the acrid taste on his tongue. 

Finer than poppers.  Both our heads are spinning.  He leans across me and does the left arm, too.  And my mouth again.  And back to the right—he can’t get enough.  My under arms are now sopping with his saliva and my own secretions.

Another barrier crossed.

He sinks back to his knees and won’t stop eating my ass until I tell him he has me so turned on I have to have his ass.

So we fuck.  But the Magnum keeps me from cumming.

We use the rimseat…me under first.  But he replaces me.  He whimpers at how deep his tongue sticks into my hole…

We go back to fucking in the sling.

And this time, I fuck the cum out of him.

*****

“Oh, wow…”  Tyler’s head is still spinning.  “I loved that.  Not just the fucking—you always do that.  The other.  My mouth.  Your mouth.  I mean…”  He stops in confusion.  “That was so simple.  And so hot.”

I lean down and kiss him in agreement.

Power Failure

Near Home—August, 2105

It was the Saturday, the night after the house party with no real bottoms.  I’d gone home on Friday without getting off.  I was more than ready for good sex on Saturday night. 

There was not a nibble to be had online.  Off I went to the bookstore…pretty sure I’d find at least one guy to fuck and unload in…

And here he is.  He’s just walked into the straight theatre where, up to this minute, I’ve been the only occupant.  Young, blond and thin.  He sits in the back row and can’t take his eyes off me.  He kneads the mini mound in his jeans.  I make a show of stroking my cock.  You can feel the tension between us.  I am sure he’s about to get up and kneel in front of me.

The door opens and a man of about my age walks in.  He looks at the young one, unzips and pulls out his cock.  He stands in front of the kid, hands on hips, silently demanding a blow job.  And the kid leans to his right to see me around the man, then leans forward and takes the new guy’s dick into his mouth.

I sigh.   But I’m willing to wait my turn.  And for all I know, I might get an ass full of cum to fuck in. 

The daddy is now face fucking the kid.  I decide to join them.  I am thinking he’ll welcome two dicks.   The moment I stand up, the movie sputters and dies and the lights go out.  An emergency light comes on over the door, throwing an eerie light over the three of us.  The daddy stops face fucking for a moment.  We can hear the female clerk in the store telling others to go outside until the lights come back on.  Daddy puts his dick back in the college kid’s mouth in an effort to hurry up and cum.  The clerk is now knocking on our door, telling us we need to leave.  The daddy zips up, grabs the kid by the arm and takes him out of the room.  I take longer to do up my pants.  When I make it to the parking lot, I’m just in time to see them drive away together.

I wait around for a little.  Our whole block is out.  No line crew in sight.

Thirty minutes later, I’m across town in the bookstore I usually only use if I’m meeting someone and need a public space.  I rarely find foot traffic coming in here.  It also has two theatres—straight and gay.  There is also a third room that contains three booths with no doors--one showing straight, one showing gay and one showing trans porn. 

No one is in either theatre, but I find guys in the booth area.  On a couch outside the door of the gay booth sits a man I recognize—a daddy I have often traded blow jobs with at the other place.  He is watching a rather scruffy man jerking to the porn.

I walk past them and peer in the empty trans booth.  They make no effort to cover up.  I take my dick out and stroke, watching the trans porn for a moment.  As soon as I’m hard it is in the daddy’s mouth.  He stops jacking to give all his attention to me.  He swallows as much of me as he can, and does some fancy things with his tongue.

He stops.  “Suck me, guy, like you always do.”

I kneel.  He’s drooling pre-cum like crazy.  I swallow his smaller cock easily.  The sound brings the scruffy guy out of the booth.  I make sure he sees me take all the cock in front of me. 

“Suck him, too.”  The daddy pulls me off himself and pushes my head toward the scruffy guy’s crotch.  Scruffy pulls back his hand and shoves a thick uncut beauty into my mouth.  I have to really work to cover my teeth.   Daddy slides off the couch and takes me into his mouth.

And then the traffic starts.  

A hot Black Daddy saunters by, watches and leaves.

A Business type stops for a moment.  His face wrinkles into a sneer at the cocksuckers littering up the hallway.

And a Biker, tats and all, unzips his worn denims and strokes to what we are doing.

I take the Scruffy Guy’s load.  He shoots noisily—loud enough for the Dad to stop sucking me and watch the other man shudder and shake as I swallow it down.

The next thing I know, I have been moved by the Dad into the Gay booth.  I am on my knees.  And the doorway is blocked by the Black guy, the Dad and the Business Suit.  The Biker is behind them, still stroking.  I am sucking the Dad.  The Black guy beats his big cock on the nape of my neck.  I turn to take him into my mouth, but he pulls up and away.  I do connect with his balls.  I lick them—hairy and smelly from a day in tight underwear.

My head is pulled away.  The Business guy has decided a mouth is a mouth.  The sneer is off his face.  It’s blind lust now.  He wants his dick sucked.  This minute.  I hesitate, but the Dad pushes me down on him.  This makes the Biker push past the Black guy, so he’s in the booth with me.  I suck the Business guy with every trick I know.   I am buried into his bush, my nose smashed into his open fly.

The Biker pulls me off.  He is only semi-hard, but he gets it in my mouth.  I suck him.  But he never gets fully up.  He soon pulls out of my mouth and strokes himself relentlessly as I go back to the Dad.

Bingo.  Load number two.  Thick and ropy.  I slurp noisily.  I am only afraid, the Businessman won’t put his dick into a mouth that has cum in it.

Yeah, right.  He all but shoves his cock into me and I start swallowing load number three. 

“Take it.   Swallow me all down.”  He holds me in place, thinking I’ll pull off and spit it out.

This is too much for the Black guy.  He shoots across my shaved head. 

When the Businessman lets me go, I make a show of wiping my head and licking my fingers…but my only audience is the Biker.  The others have turned away to pull themselves together.

The Biker sits down in front of the gay porn.  I stand up, thinking I know what he needs.  He’s a cocksucker not trade.  I offer him my swollen dick.

“I…I don’t do that,” he mumbles.  “But cum on my dick.”

I stroke lightly.  In moments, I shoot out geysers of cum, coating his semi-hard cock.  As the first spurt hits, it stiffens.  By the time the last spurt hits, he’s cumming himself, onto his hairy belly.

*****

The clerk smiles at me as I leave.

“Thanks,” he tells me.  “I got permission to stay open later with all of you here from that power failure.  I wish they’d have one more often.”

I smile at him and have to agree.

Pictures from the Past

A new reader suggested the blog would be a lot hotter if I had more pictures.  I pointed out that half my sex is done in places where it’s impossible to take a photograph.  Imagine me pulling out the camera at Cum-Union—the mind boggles.

However, as I have no time to write, here are a series of me from about 2006….already indulging, if you look closely, in some piss sex…..

(Not sure about this ass shot,  

But I can think of a couple of men who will like it....)