Fireworks on the Fourth

Near Home—July, 2019

I worked on the Fourth of July, but had the evening off.  While my co-workers caravanned out to a local lake for fireworks and beer, I took the opportunity to see if I could make some fireworks of a more personal nature.  Off I went to the bookstore nearest home…

As I park, I wonder if I am crazy.  The Fourth is such a family day.  But here I am—why aren’t there likely to be others looking for some relief?  But the place at 7:00 pm is pretty desolate.  There are men…but not the men I need.  The man in the straight cinema smells like he has not bathed for a good portion of the hot summer. I go to the gay side and am rewarded with a good movie—raw and just pervy enough to get me really hard.  But I am alone.  

After about 20 minutes of watching a threeway where ass to mouth is constantly shown in sloppy detail, my cock is dripping, but I am despairing of finding a partner for the evening.  The door opens.  A man enters.  I don’t recognize him.  He’s somewhere in his thirties, wearing shorts and a loud tee.  A baseball cap is on his head.  His sandals flap as he comes in.  The moment he sees my cock, he flips the cap around so the brim is behind him and kneels to worship my dick.

He’s good.  He moans in the back of his throat every time he forces himself down on my entire length.  His mouth leaves me dripping, coated in his spit.  He works my balls, too.  He makes them as wet as my shaft.  I love the back and forth and tell him so. 

A man comes in and watches.  It doesn’t faze either of us.  We both seem to enjoy showing off for him.  After ten more minutes he seems surprised I haven’t shot.  I tell him I love his technique, but that it takes me forever.  He agrees to find me later and goes back to the arcade, where there seem to be more men.

The man watching has been stroking.  He moves into the shadowy corner behind the door, out of my line of vision.  I get up and step towards him.  He’s older, bearded, a little heavy, but his cock is rampant from watching us.  I go to my knees.  I suck him—making sure to push against his gut to get the extra two inches of length it is hiding.

“I’d like to feel your tongue in my ass,” he whispers.

I move around behind him.  He arches his freshly showered butt back onto face.  I connect with his hole.  His hand flies over his wet cock.

We pause for a second as the door opens and hits my legs.  Someone squeezes in but, buried in his ass, I can’t see who it is.  I can tell from his breathing my guy is close.  I stick my hand between his knees, palm up.  I drill into him with my tongue and seconds later I catch a handful of jizz.

The older guy is embarrassed the moment he’s done shooting.  He thanks me as I stand up, carefully letting his sperm pool in my hand.  It’s Hat Boy who came in—watching us now and kneading himself through his shorts.  I move in front of the older man as he is doing himself up.  I look at Hat Boy—and make a decision.  I take the handful of cum and coat my cock with it—staring at him the entire time.

He groans—and in a millisecond is on his knees and cleaning the spunk off my raging hardon.  He is slobbering over me to get every drop.  He is even a bigger pig than I guessed.  When my cock looks clean I haul him to his feet.  I go in for a kiss.  He lets my tongue push into him—but he has nothing left in his mouth to snowball—he has swallowed every last drop.

*****

When Hat Boy goes off to find more dick, I try the straight side again.  The homeless guy is gone, but you can still smell him.  I sit on the couch.  There is a guy down front I don’t recognize.  He seems to be stroking, but it’s hard to tell.

I sit and pull out my cock.  The porn is mediocre after the gay flick, but I am hard and ready.  Almost instantly the other man gets up to head for the door.  He stops as he passes me.

“I bet that would feel good in my ass.”

“I bet it would.”

He drops his shorts and turns, presenting a very full, hairless butt.  My lubed hand finds his hole.  My middle finger slides in.

“Oh, fuck…” he whimpers.  And promptly ejaculates all over the dirty floor.  He apologizes profusely and leaves.

I want the better movie.  And I’ve heard the door next door open and close.  I go over.

Hat Boy is sprawled on the chair against the back wall.  His shorts are around his ankles.  He is stroking a bigger than average cock.  I pull out my dick the moment I see him.

I stand in front of him and begin face fucking him in earnest.  I want to shoot.  He wants me to shoot.  I piston into his perfectly ovaled mouth again and again.  But my face fucking gets him off instead.  He gasps it out, moments before. 

I hit the floor and take his load down my throat.  It’s huge.  And it causes me to shoot, too.  I hope I miss his shorts—but I fire off my pent up load blindly. 

I find that I’ve missed his first spurt and lick it off his thigh.

I clean his cock.

He cleans mine.

I want to kiss him once more—but he demurs. 

I’ve never seen him again.

“Choke Me With That"

Lansing—June, 2019

One of my many duties in the summer is to meet incoming planes as employees fly in.  On a Saturday morning late in June off I went, happy to get out of the office.  Just as I drove into the airport parking lot, I got a text from the man I was meeting, telling me his flight had been cancelled.  He had been sitting on the tarmac for over an hour and had had no signal to let me know.  He would arrive tomorrow. 

Suddenly, the next few hours were free.  What to do?  Why, go to the bookstore, of course.  I was in the city where that establishment is the one I’ve called half bookstore/half bathhouse.  I ate some lunch—and off I went.

Cars in the parking lot are sparse.  I sigh—but remind myself it doesn’t take a lot of men for a good time.  I pay and go in to the back area.  The new huge screen gay section is empty.  A few jerkers are sitting around on the various couches in the straight section.  The sling is unoccupied.  The glory hole booths, which used to be curtained off, now have swinging doors.  They are closed—and perhaps busy.  The Bi video room has a hot, young Blatino stroking his big meat—but he barely looks at me.

I go back to the gay cinema.  I unbutton and get myself hard—looking at grainy old porn.

“Choke me with that, man.”

I turn towards the speaker.  A man in his 40’s, powerfully gym built has stepped out of the shadows and into the flickering light of the screen.  He is in a sleeveless white tee that clings to his massive pecs.  Running shorts fall to his ankles, revealing a red jock.  He goes to his knees as I stand up. He opens his mouth and I shove in.  I begin a slow face fuck—not going deep at all.  Until suddenly I do.  He gags and pulls off me.

“Yes, sir.  Just like that.”

I notice his cock is now poking out of the side of the jock pouch and is drooling on the cement floor.  I put my dick back in his mouth.  “Take it, boy.”  I begin the slow stroke in and out.  Maybe half of my cock.  And then, without warning, he gets my full length again. 

He coughs and chokes, pulling away.  “Fuck, that is a great mouthful.”

“I want it in your throat, boy.”  I grab the back of his head.  “Just like you do.”

I hold on to him and we repeat the sequence three or four more times.

“Give me your cum, sir,” he whines each time now as he catches his breath.

“I just got here.  Not even close.”

“I have to leave—I want your cum.”

“Sorry.”

“Will you take mine?”

“Sure.”  I sit on the chair where I had started.  He scrambles to his feet and thrusts his short, but super thick cock into my mouth.  He blasts almost instantly.  I swallow and clean him up.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he says as he puts it away.  “Next time I want yours.”

And he is gone…and I have some stray jizz in my goatee…

*****

I walk back to the four booths which form a circle.  I go into one.  I kneel to see if a man is on either side of me.  To my left—no one; to my right a guy is sucking a cock fed to him from the fourth booth.

A very hairy bear steps into my cubicle.  He is wearing next to nothing—perhaps he left his clothes in one of the lockers in the bathroom.  He goes to his knees and gives me excellent head.

“You have to fuck me with this thing,” he whispers as he pulls off me.

I nod.  He stands and bends, using the wall for support.  I just have room to get behind him.  I feel his hole with my index finger—puffy and warm, with some lube already in it.  I grease up a little and enter him.  It’s an awkward fuck, but kinda hot being in such a cramped place.

I want to eat his fucked hole.  I pull out.  Whoops.  No way.  I tell him to double check his clean out and head to the restroom.

******

Cleaned up, I go into the bi video room.  The Blatino is still there.  This time he eyes me up and down.  Is it because my hard dick is hanging out of my pants?

“You suck?”  he asks.

“Sure.”

“Get on me.”

I kneel.  It’s a long cock, but not as thick as mine so I can handle the entire length easily.  He’s a good looking young man, dressed in a tee which is pulled up and over his head and shorts that are around his ankles.  No underwear at all.  He must cause a stir on campus going commando. 

I spend just as much time on his sweaty balls as I do his dick.  He loves this.  He jerks himself rapidly whenever I am licking his super hairy sack.

“Let me try you.”

I stand up.  He leans forward and gives me a decent blowjob.  We now trade off.  Neither of us want to cum—but we are making the other feel really good. 

Eventually he excuses himself to go wander.  I go back to the projected gay porn.  A bearish daddy is standing there, jerking to it.  We make eye contact.  I nod and fall to my knees.  He treats me much like I did the first man—but I don’t choke on his very average sized cock.

Suddenly the Blatino is beside him.  He reaches down and pulls my head over to his long cock.  The Bear grunts approval as he watches the entire length disappear down my throat.  I show off and take him to the root repeatedly.

I am now being passed and pushed back and forth.  Short dick, long dick, pushed into balls and being told to get them good and wet.  I do what they want.

“You are a damn good cocksucker,” the Bear tells me.  So good, that the moment he finishes that thought, he is firing his load down my gullet.  I clean him up as the Blatino strokes, watching every movement of my tongue on the other man’s softening cock.

The Bear leaves.  The Blatino nods at me and goes.

I sit on a sofa in the straight section and let an older man suckle on my cock.  With no cum shot, he eventually loses interest.

I find the Blatino back in his chair in the Bi video room.

“Lick my balls some more.”

I do.  His balls have a fresh coat of sweat on them from our play. But I want more.  I move down onto his taint, my tongue licking and coating all the tight curls of hair there.  He knows what I want.  I can tell.  He is unsure.  Finally he gives in—hunkering down in the seat and letting my tongue connect with his tight pucker.  Fuck!  I stop stroking myself.  All the sweat from hours of play is making his hole wonderfully musky but not rank.  I drill into him as he happily masturbates, groaning loudly every time I go deep.

The dirty Bear I’d fucked previously joins us.  He sucks the Blatino’s cock as I keep rimming him.  His legs are now on my shoulders.  I can really get into him and he is moaning as he feels two mouths work him over.

A married Dad type in a State sweatshirt comes over to join us.  He drops his shorts, kicking them entirely off.  His once white Calvin Klein’s bulge.  The Bear moves to get the Dad harder.

“One of you guys fuck me.”  It’s the Dad talking.  I go and eat his ass.  The Blatino feeds the Dad his cock.

I stand up to enter him.  My wet cock head touches his pucker.  It makes him shoot in the Bear’s mouth.

A guy in a flannel shirt has been watching us.  He drops his pants and bends over the padded table.  “You can fuck me.”  I move behind him and enter his ass.  Roughly. 

“Breed me, stud.”

The Blatino scrambles over to us as I fuck.  He mouth fucks Flannel Shirt for a moment.  Then he hops up to stand on the table.  He stands astride the bent over man and feeds me his cock.

I feel my orgasm mounting.  The Blatino pulls out of my mouth and jerks the last few strokes—shooting all over my open mouth and face.  My cock explodes deep in the new man…

Sliding Down the Kinsey Scale

Near Home—June, 2019

So, the Kinsey Scale...that graph which showed people do not fit into exclusive heterosexual or homosexual categories.  On the graph 0 is exclusive heterosexual while a 6 is exclusive homosexual.  I have never known where to place myself.  I mostly sleep with men—but what about all those transmen I have fucked and filmed?  And the occasional woman here and there, though always with her husband or boyfriend?

Well, the next trip to the bookstore, I slid a little farther down the slope of that scale again…

It is exactly a week after that I had the six men back to back (written up in the last post.)  I know that lightening was not likely to strike a second time—and besides, I am more in the mood to fuck.  I park.  The lot is packed.  But the men are still in their vehicles.  They are waiting for a hetro couple to arrive.  I don’t know how they communicate with each other now that Craig’s List is dead, but they do.  Somehow straight/bi couples announce their intention of going to the ABS.

All eyes in the parked cars and pick-ups watch me go in.  Even without all those guys, there are a fair amount of men in the straight cinema.  But they seem to be saving themselves in the hopes that the woman/the couple will choose them. 

I head over to the gay side.  Four guys are sitting and stroking.  I join them.  Instantly the man to my right asks for a taste.  I nod.  He slides out of the chair and onto his knees.  He licks my balls and my entire shaft.  So far, so good.  He swallows me down.  At first it feels great, but then his party trick seems to be grabbing my thick flared cock head with his teeth on the upstroke.

Ouch.  On every stroke.

So I tell him to mind the teeth, but he still does it.  On. Every. Stroke.

I ask him to stop.  He grumpily gets off his knees, zips up and stomps out of the room.

A new face—Latino and cute in a cubby way—comes over.  He wants to cuddle and fondle my cock.  After a few minutes of only that—and with no inkling that anything else will happen— I excuse myself.

I go over to the other cinema. 

{The straight-ish sex starts here.  Jump to the ***** if you need to….}

It’s packed.  A good looking man in his early 40’s has brought in his younger wife/girlfriend/hooker.  They sit on the couch.  Unlike so many of the aging women who are brought here to revive the sex with their older and out of shape partners, this one is cute.  Short, dark hair, a knowing smile—and she is topless.  Her breasts aren’t large but a great mouthful—and one is in her partner’s mouth.  Her short skirt is pulled up around her waist and he has two fingers working underneath her panties. 

Soon she is on her knees sucking him.  There are easily 15 men in the room.  All stroking.  All eyes glued to her.  Myself included.

She comes up for air and kisses her partner.  I recognize him.  I use to call him the Jerker on here, for that’s what he did the most.  (His most memorable entry, also straight, is here.)  I haven’t seen him in several years.

He spots me.  He points.  The woman crawls to me on the floor, half the length of the theatre.  “May I suck your cock?” she asks, huskily.

I nod.  Fifteen hands work the cock in their fist faster.

She’s not bad.  Certainly better than what I endured earlier.  She cups my hairy balls and sucks.

“Bring him here.”

She stands and tugs me up and out of my chair.  I sit next to the Jerker (now living up to his name) on the couch.  She sucks me again—so he can really see what’s happening.  Soon he removes her panties.  Her skirt stays rolled around her waist, but otherwise, she is totally naked now.

I suggest she suck both of us.  She goes back and forth between his 7 inches and my larger cock with relish.

“Both at the same time,” I tell her. 

She can’t do it, but loves trying.  He loves his cock mashed up against my wet cock head.  And our audience loves watching her ass wiggle as she works on the two of us.

“Brush your clit with his cockhead,” he whispers.  She climbs up on the couch to straddle me.  She lowers herself just enough to do what he asks, but not take me any farther in.  The guy closest to us, gets down on his knees to look at my cock pleasuring her clit.  Soon he spurts on the floor.

“You want him to fuck you?”

She nods, getting off me and the couch.

“You have a rubber?” the Jerker asks.

I shake my head—truthfully.

“I want a drink,” she says.  She pulls on the blouse lying on the floor, rolls down her skirt and steps into her shoes.  She leaves.

“She has a bottle in the car,” he tells me.  And proceeds to suck my dick.  He gets me wet with saliva and cleaned of my juices and likely some of hers.

I return the favor.  I am still sucking his cock when she returns.  “Oh, I like that.  Let me watch.”  She squats on the floor at the feet of her man and watches me suck him.  I pull her in to lick his balls.  She groans as I do it.

The Jerker can’t take all the attention.   We stop.  She’s brought a Magnum back with her.  I roll it on me as she strips back down.  She rides my cock.  I don’t feel much with the thick latex…but I love the envious looks of all the guys in the room.  Several spurt on the floor as we do it.

Including the Jerker.  But he sprays his seed on her tits.  I lick it off to the delight of every man in the room.

*****

{Back to the boys.}

They are gone.  I’ve cleaned up.  And want to get off. 

I get a little head in the other room.  Nothing that will do the job.

A cute young man comes in.  He is a regular.  He always takes me to one of the preview booths to suck me.  I have eaten his hole before—but not fucked him as he is a condom guy.  He shoots me an enquiring look.  I nod, do myself up and follow him to the last of three booths that are outside the door to the straight cinema.  We aren’t supposed to be here, but we slip in.  He’s naked in moments.  Hairy, dark, slim and 20-something. 

He gets on his knees and sucks my cock. 

“I saw you earlier.  I’m glad you didn’t cum.”

The boy gives really good head—but I don’t think I’ll cum this way.

He looks up at me.  “Daddy—eat my hole like you did last time.”

He stands and kneels on the bench.  I go to the floor.  His ass is a lovely bubble butt and inches from my face.  I am surprised.  He’s been fucked tonight.  I can tell from the taste of the lube and the smell of latex.  It makes me eat him out harder.  He is jerking his average sized dick in time to the probing of my tongue.

Suddenly he shoots.  His ass clamps down on my tongue.  Which makes me shoot.  All over the floor.

But he cleans me up with his tongue.  He catches a big drizzle and makes a show of swallowing it.

He loves the taste of my jizz.  And tells me so.

I clean him up, too, taking his shrinking cock into my mouth.  I savor the remnants of his big load while I watch rest of it drip off the leatherette seat…

My Cock in a Beefy Ass

As I work on the next post, I stalled and looked through the huge collection of sex pictures.  Here are two from 2015.

Now you see it....

...and now you don't.

Six Man Suck

Near Home—June, 2019

One of the few good things about my work heavy summer is that I am in charge (imagine!) and I can set the schedule.  I can’t control all of it, but enough that I managed to schedule a couple of hours almost every Friday night for me to escape.  I couldn’t go far.  I didn’t want to use up the playtime with driving.  So I mostly settled for the bookstore nearest me.  The first time I went in June was the first hot day of the summer.  It was still hot and humid as I drove in…

The parking lot has a smattering of cars in it.  Good?   Bad?  I go in, pay and piss.  I head for the straight cinema.  My opening the door interrupts a blow job on the sofa.  An older man sits up quickly from sucking a hotter older guy with a shaved head.  I sit on the side wall right in front of them.  They don’t continue.  I take out my rock hard dick to encourage them.  Instead, the sucker gets up and kneels in front of me.  I look to see if the shaved head guy is pissed, but his face is a blank.

The sucker swallows me down in one gulp.  He’s wonderful.  After no play for almost two weeks, I slow him down with a hand gesture.  He goes for my balls and I lean back, closing my eyes.  I love having attention paid to my balls.  He gets them incredibly wet—and goes back to my dick.

I open my eyes when a hard dick slaps me in the face.  Shaved Head is standing there, his big uncut cock rampant.  I open my mouth.  I can’t believe my luck that I have a hot man in my mouth while I’m getting incredible head.  My tongue goes into overdrive to please him.  Shaved Head groans and pats me on the head.  The nice gesture turns demanding as he grabs my ears and begins pumping into me. 

His dick erupts.  It’s a big load.  I swallow every drop.  As he starts to pull out, I grab him by his big balls and hold him in place to work my tongue under the foreskin.  He squirms, but lets me clean him completely. 

My Sucker has never missed a beat.  Suddenly he stands up.  Shaved Head steps back and the Sucker shoves the small dick he’s been jacking all this time into my mouth.  He shoots the moment my tongue hits his cock head.  His sperm mingles with the remnants of the load from Shaved Head.  I swallow gratefully.

They leave together.  (Partners?  Just passing through?  I have never seen them before or since.) I sit there, not believing my luck.  There is one other man in the room.  He has been watching us, as his fly is tented, but he doesn’t make eye contact with me when I look at him. 

I do myself up and go into the gay side.

I interrupt another blow job.  These guys are mid-30’s and dressed for the heat.  Shorts and tees.  A hairy Cub is getting blown by a good looking blond.  They make no pretense of stopping as I enter.  In fact the Cub gestures for me sit in the chair next to him.  I do.  And pull out my dripping erection.

“Look at this,” the Cub tells the Blond.  “Suck it.”

The Blond moves over, never leaving his knees to grasp, stare and go down on me.  I reach for the Cub’s nipples through his tee.  He pulls the shirt up and yokes it behind his head so my hand can roam his entire hairy chest.  He beats his dick as he watches my cock being sucked. 

The guy on my dick is good, though not as good as the man before.  I ruffle his hair and tell him he is making me feel great.  This makes him try harder.  I finally move him back to the Cub.

“Let me suck that thing.”

I stand up and let the Cub have a go.  He’s enthusiastic, but with no real skill.  But it feels good—and I love that I have two guys again at the same time.

The Blond’s knees give out on the hard tiled floor.  He flops into my chair.  I kneel and suck his 7 incher that he has been flogging while sucking us.  The Cub stands and feeds the Blond his dick again.  This is too much attention for the Blond.  He fires into my mouth.

I stay on my knees as the Blond leaves and the Cub simply moves to fucking my face, standing over me.

“You want another load, Daddy?”

I grunt out a yes.

“Here you go.  Take it.  Take my cum!”

And on the last word he explodes.  The biggest load yet.  I swallow it down to mix with the other three loads.

I sit back on the chair in the empty room.  I don’t touch my cock.  I can’t believe this night. 

“That was hot.”

I turn towards the door.  A man stands in the dark corner behind the door, dick out and stroking.  He’s obviously watched it all.  He steps into the half light from the big screen TV.  He’s tall, muscled, with his brown hair cropped close.  Mid-40’s.  A very red cock sticks out of his plaid Bermuda shorts. He strokes it with his left hand.  The massive wedding band is hard to miss.  He comes near me.

“You still hungry?” he whispers, rather shyly.   “You want the load of a real daddy?”

I don’t answer.  I just get on my knees.  He moves closer.  His after shave is over powering.  He just makes it to my mouth before his cock spasms, jetting another batch of jizz into my mouth and throat.

He thanks me sheepishly and leaves.

I stay on my knees for a moment.  Stroking.  Thinking of each man who has given me a load.

The door opens as I’m lost in my reverie.  I look and recognize the Latino who always wants me to fuck him—and never cleans out.  He sizes up exactly what has happened.  I start to stand up.  He mutters something in Spanish I don’t understand and puts a hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place.  He unzips and puts his dick in my mouth.  He’s uncut and grows to a very respectable size.  He grabs the back of my head and fucks my mouth.  Fast and furious.  I stop jerking myself.  The Latino grunts out his orgasm.  He fires spurt after spurt. 

The moment he fires—I do, too.  Hands free.  A massive amount of jizz on the worn linoleum. 

Pissing On His Ass

I don’t think this picture has ever made it to the blog.  It was taken around 2004—just as I was experimenting with piss play.  Check out that piss dripping off his hot ass and balls.  You know my tongue was in there the moment after this was snapped. 

This was a couple I played with quite a bit at that time—and then they moved. 

I am pretty sure I filled his ass with piss at the end of the evening.  I would guess, even with his great clean out, I wasn’t ready to taste it out of his ass back then…