"What Can I Do to Get You Off....?"

 Near Home—June, 2021

I was just about to start a mini contract—but one that would allow me no time for play at all.  I wanted to take a few hours for myself—to empty my balls.  It was a Saturday night.  But I could not find a man to fuck online.  On any site.  So off I went to the bookstore…

 

It looks pretty dismal here, too.  The parking lot is fairly full, but the men must all be in the arcade.  In the straight theatre, there are two guys.  Both are sitting very close to the screen—which translates to “leave me alone.”

I sit and watch for a bit—but the movie is a “point of view” opus that leaves me cold.  Through the low grating in the common wall between the theatres, I hear a chair scrape next door.  I go to the gay side.  One man is sitting and stroking.  He is seated along the side wall, enjoying the decent bareback flick.  I sit at the back and haul out my dick.  The other man, a bearish daddy type, with a fairly full beard, nods to me—in a ‘welcome’ sort of way, not a ‘let me suck your dick’ kind of way.

We stroke to the movie.  We both seem to enjoy the talk that leads up to well photographed breeding—where, eventually, far more cum is pushed out of the bottom’s hole, than spattered around it.

The door opens.  Two men come in.  One stands at the back and leaves quickly.  The other finds a seat on the opposite wall to the Bear.  He sits, opens his cut-offs and pulls out a long, thin hooded dick.

We all sit and watch the movie, stroking happily and occasionally eyeing one of the other two.

The door opens.  A thin kid comes in—African American, just below medium height.  He is wearing skinny jeans and a tee with the local university’s logo on it.  His hair is cropped close to his skull.  His handsome features smile as he sees our three white dicks being stroked.

Without any talking or nods or sign language he walks to the long, thin dicked guy.  He kneels in front of the spread legs, pushes the man’s hands off his dick and takes him deep into his throat.

The guy gives a contented sigh to what is obviously an expert blow job.  He lets the kid do all the work—and is shooting in no time.  The sucker cleans every drop off him—so well that the guy takes out a fast food napkin to wipe himself up and puts it away unused.  He pats the kid on the shoulder, zips up and leaves.

The kid literally crawls across the floor to the big bear.  The cock here is the exact opposite.  A true beer can, not very long, but very thick.  And cut, as far as I can tell.  The Bear has stopped stroking and points his dick at the kid as he crawls towards it.

In one movement, the kid swallows him down.  I think about going over to work the Bear’s tits, but there is no time.  The Bear is already convulsing down the kid’s throat.  He grabs the kid’s shoulders and won’t let go as he bucks into the kid’s over stretched mouth.

The Bear pushes him off his cock, buttons up and leaves.  The kid stays in a huddle on the floor.

I wait.  Eventually his head comes up and he turns to me.

“Please, Sir….”

It’s a low whisper.

I stand up—my cock jutting out, hard and throbbing.  “Come here.”  My voice is almost as hushed, but still commanding.

The kid crawls to me.  He just gazes at my cock.  His hands, instinctively, go behind his back.  “Please use me…” he breathes.

I step forward.  I slap my cock on his right cheek.  And again on his left.  “Open up.” 

He does.  I push into him and let him do his work.  He’s great.  Great suction and even better tongue work.  But if he thinks he’s going to get another load in 30 seconds, he doesn’t know me.  He finally pulls off me, panting.  I let him recover.  Then I grab his chin and open his mouth for him.  He ovals—and lets me fuck his face.

After repeated strokes, I pull out.  I notice his jeans are trying to tent with the tight fabric.

“Lick my balls,” I tell him.  I jerk my dick as his warm mouth is all over my hairy sack.  I finally nod at him and he does his best to get me off at his own pace.  He works really hard.  

He finally rocks back on his haunches—“What can I do to get you off…Sir?”

I pause. 

Then.

“Get naked.”

“I can’t be fucked, Sir.”

“Just do it.”

He hurriedly stands and strips.  He has a great natural body.  And an incredible bubble butt.

He kneels again.  I let him suck.  For a long time.

I surprise him by kneeling myself in front of his kneeling form.  My finger finds his tight pucker.  I play around it, idly, as he pants.

“I so want you in me, but I didn’t think that would happen here tonight,” he whispers in my ear. 

“Stand up and lean into my chair.”

He does.  Trembling a little.  I turn, still on my knees, and bury my face in his ass.  He may not have cleaned out—but he showered.  I can taste the Dial soap.  He whimpers as I tongue fuck him.  His hand goes to his cock. 

I bat it away, stopping the rimming long enough to say, “Just enjoy it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I force myself to stop or I know I will want to fuck him.

I turn his hips so he turns towards me.  His hard, just above average, cock stares me in the face.  I spit on it and pull him down so we are kneeling face to face again.  “Kiss me.  Taste your ass on my tongue.”

His eyes widen.  But he does it.  And then groans as if I have fed him the most incredible delicacy.  My finger finds his now wet hole. It pokes inside.  Just. 

I break the kiss and bend him to suck my dick in this awkward way—but I want my finger in his pucker as he does it.  He is moaning around my dick.

I pull out of his mouth.  Stand.  He straightens up, still on his knees.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  I begin to drill into him.  His hand goes to his cock—this time I let it happen.  I am so fucking close.

“You want my load?”  I know the answer, but I want to hear him grunt out a “yes” without letting my cock out of his mouth.

He makes some sort of affirmative sound.

And I’m there.  I fire volley after volley of hot seed into his throat—and then onto his tongue.  He swallows it all.  And licks me clean.

It is only then that I see he has covered my boot with his own massive wad of cum…

My Silence...

 

Sorry for my silence. 

Life just caught up with me. 

Absolutely nothing bad has happened.  

There was actually good news…and one thing was truly great...

Soon, I promise…

Hogtieing Ross

 North of Home—June, 2021

I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home.  I was headed up for the third time at the top of June.  I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different.  Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature.  I packed accordingly…

I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots.  Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in.  He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity.   I point to the floor between my legs.  He kneels between my scuffed boots.

“Start with my balls.”

He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered.  He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery.  Now I take my cock out.  I slap his cheek with the head.  It makes a hollow sound.  I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone.  Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me.  I let him get me good and wet at his own speed.  But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face.  It feels great—and I can go deep.  But I want to go deeper yet.

“Sit on the bed.”

I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him.  He presents his wrists for the same treatment.

“Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” 

He does it—in a smooth, graceful move.  He opens his mouth expectantly.   I straddle his head.  I bend and lower my cock his mouth.  And begin to fuck.  Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge.  I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath.  Then five or six.  Pause.  And again.

This time, when I pull out he is panting.  I shove right back in and go the deepest yet.  I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva.  I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face.

He pants.

I grab the hogtie clip.  I fasten his legs to it.  “Take a hit,” I tell him.  The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips.  I press down drawing his extremities together.  My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck.

He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it.  I throat fuck him one last time.  As deep as I’ve been ever.  Again, I pull up deep throat slime.  This time I smear it on my cock.

I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed.  Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height.  My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit.  We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest.  I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move.  Even if he wanted to.  And he doesn’t.  He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole.

I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him.  Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together.  I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass.

*

We are in the sling.  I have eaten his well fucked ass.  I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands.  I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop.

“You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans.

It’s true.  I am hosing his chute.  It feels like a huge load.  When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him.  I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth.  He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth.  I swallow frantically.  I am not going to waste a drop.

When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick.

“I have to piss,” he tells me.

We trade places.  He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling.  And he’s good.  Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack.  Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue.  My balls, my perineum, my ass crack.  The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up.  It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again…

*

Ross is back in the sling.  My left hand is deep in his hole.  I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers.  This is an old trick with him…but one he loves.  I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole.  I jerk myself inside him.

I switch hands—and add my cock again.

“Double me.  Please…”

I re-grease.  Both hands.  I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. 

Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him.

I do it again.  Left.  Add the right.  A slight turn.  Hold and get them out.

I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out.

“I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies.

We switch back to the bed.  

I fuck him on all fours.

I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out.

I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth.  He has incredible control.  He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. 

I stop stroking my cock.  His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss.

It’s too much.  I stand up.   My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud.  It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process.

I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot.

I stand frozen and not moving.  I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me.

Finally, I kneel.  I whimper as he pushes out one last time.  His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum.  I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh…

Loading Up Keshawn

 Indianapolis—May, 2021

This was my final play in a very busy May.

Keshawn had made the trip to my playroom three times—once in the old house and twice in the new.  I had loved going south to his birthday party, but I owed him a fuck on his own turf.  I had tried once in the winter to head south and icy roads had sent me home after only a handful of miles.  But now there was no problem to take the sling to him.  So I did…

 

I find his place easily.  He meets me at the door and takes the sling bag, so I go back to the car for the poles.  I go up one flight.  He has cleared a spot in his living room.  I set it up as he works to stream some porn on his mammoth television screen.  It takes me no longer than 10 minutes to get the sling up and the carpet protected.  I strip.  He hits play and does the same. 

We are standing by the couch in his sparsely, but nicely, furnished living room.  He kneels, pulls aside the jock pouch and takes my thickening cock into his mouth.  He gives me wonderful head.  My cock easily extends to its full size and goes down his throat.  He pulls off and looks at it, holding me by the balls.  He spits on the head and takes me down his throat again.  To the root. 

Keshawn tells me to sit on the couch.  I do and spread my legs wide.  He crawls between them—this time hefting my cock out of the way and attacking my balls with that thick, velvety tongue.  I sigh and close my eyes.  He is doing everything I love with my nuts:  one at a time in his mouth; more licking than sucking; caressing them with his tongue—knowing they will soon be giving him a load.  He finally goes back to my dick, leaving my balls sopping wet.

He stands up—presenting me with his extra large dick.  I take the head in my mouth and get maybe halfway down his shaft before I choke.  I try again—and do better.  His cock head is drooling, so I spend more time there, licking up the seed and swallowing.

“I need to eat your ass.”

I get up.  Keshawen turns and kneels on the seat of the couch, his arms on the back of it.  It presents that full butt to me in perfect dining mode.  I dig in.  My tongue burrowing deep.  I spit.  I drill into him.  I spit again.  And again.

I stand up and my cockhead brushes his now tingling hole.  But the angle is terrible—he’s too low for my long legs.  We move around to the other side of the couch, where he can stand and lean on the back.  I now really look at the porn for the first time.  Jake Morgan is getting plowed on a couch by a horde of men. 

I sink into the man in front of me.  Slowly and steadily, until I am balls deep. 

“OOOOh, yeah!”  Keshawn pants out as I slide into him.  He grabs his poppers, does a hit and gives me a nod to start plowing.  I do.   I build fast to a hard driving fuck.  The sound of my hips slapping against his full ass drown out the grunts and groans from the porn.

I look across him at the screen again.  The camera pans from Jake on his back getting plowed to Clay Towers on all fours at the other end of the couch with just as many men waiting to go up him.  I grin.  I have had the pleasure of fucking both bottoms in this video.  I love porn with men I have actually had have sex.  I mention this to Keshawn.  He tells me that Ray Dalton, who is currently up Jake’s smoldering hot ass, has had his (Keshawn’s) ass at the bathhouse here in Indy.  I laugh and redouble my efforts…

*   

We switch to the sling.  I kneel and eat him out again.  God, I love eating a fucked ass.  His always smooth hole is now creamy—from what I have been dripping out of my cock and the ass jizz he is producing.  I lick him out, stand and fuck.  When I pull out, I bring it to his mouth.  He makes the sexiest sounds possible as he slobbers over it, getting every drop off of me.

I go back to his ass and fuck some more.  I take a huge slug of water and keep some of the cool liquid in my mouth.  I kneel and spit some of it on his hole.  I take another swig and do it again—this time forcing some into him with my tongue.  He moans lightly and tells me it feels wonderful.  I hear the poppers open and close.  As the waves hit him, I stand up and fuck him.  Slowly and deliberately. Doing some knees bends to make sure my strokes are hitting his prostate.  Every.  Time.

I get him out of the sling to stretch his legs.   After some soda, he sucks my cock again.  Kneeling and moaning about how wet and good it is now.  I grab the sides of his head and begin a slow face fuck. 

The guys on screen are beginning to take loads.  Keshawn climbs back into the sling, expectantly. 

“Load me.  Please.”

He strokes his own cock back to full erection.  I glide into him.  I let him popper up before I begin to fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  Solid smacks of damp bodies against each other.  Now he simply lets his cock flop with the thrusts I am giving him.

My eyes drift to the screen.  There are two back to back huge loads shot.  I can feel my balls tighten.  Keshawn is back to stroking his oversized dick.  Suddenly it goes off.  Jizz is flying all over him, the very white drops looking even hotter on his chocolate colored skin.  His ass is contracting.  There is no way I am not going to shoot, too…and suddenly I am.  I grab the top bars of the sling.  My body feels like it is pumping out more than usual deep inside Keshawn.

I stay inside him.  I want him to lick me clean—but there is no way I could stand it yet, with every nerve ending screaming at me.

I look at the screen.  Jake Morgan, cum covered is standing shakily to his feet.  I take it as my sign to move and let Keshawn clean me up.  He does.  I mop up some of his jizz and cover my cock with it.  He licks that up, too.  I lean back and my finger can find his dripping hole.  I get some of that on my fingers, too, and feed him…

Later I found that the film was SkynMan’s ‘Double Decadence Gangbang,’ directed by Nick Moretti who I think excels at filming group play.

If you need to see pictures of Keshawn, hit the label of his name below.

Equipment Close-Up: The Ball Press

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Ball Press

My pal Jake loves me to work his balls.  Hard.  When he first suggested it, he had to be my instructor; how to squeeze the ball sack until it was shiny, pulling it away from his body and then to slap my fingertips or the palm of my hand into them.  He liked no warm up.  And the harder the better.

The last two times we have played he brought a new (to me) toy of his—the ball press. 

It is made of two pieces of plexiglass, hinged.  The back piece has a hole big enough to act as a cock ring—both dick and balls come through it.  The front piece has a hole just big enough for a soft cock.  There are two long threaded bolts at the bottom for the top to slowly tighten down with wing nuts.

Jake agreed to model.

He relaxed in the sling.  I did a couple of trial squeezes, compressing the two plates together, lightly and releasing.  I was rewarded with a moan that told me I was on the right track.  I did some more hole play with him and then came back to the press.  I held the two plates together just enough to get both wing nuts threaded.  And then it was a slow, inexorable turning of the nuts to tighten it down.  I swear I all but flattened his nuts—one side a little less than the other at his instruction.

We left it in its tightest position for a bit and did some other ass play for a few moments.  Then I unscrewed fairly fast—enamored of how his fat balls could take such rough treatment.

Reuniting with Derrick and Jacob

 West Michigan—May, 2021

It was a long time coming.   I was finally seeing Derrick and Jacob again.  Our last meet was in January of 2020.  And here it was May of 2021.  We’d had a play session scheduled for late March in 2020—but like so many things, we cancelled it as we all locked down for that first time. 

It was great to see them.  I thought they looked well and rested.  We were certainly all hairier.  I know I had cut down on trips to the barber and my goatee was the fullest it had ever been.  We sat for a very long time in the living room playing catch up as we drank strong, aromatic hot tea.  Our pandemics had all been long and tiring, but not hard financially or with health issues related to it.  The three of us felt incredibly blest.  We were all fully vaccinated—something that had taken awhile for them to achieve with Jacob being younger.

Eventually, we stripped down and went into the den.  Jacob chose one the many kinky slide shows they had compiled to play on the huge screen television and off we went…

 

We are all a little hesitant.  Hands are everywhere before mouths this time.  Do we kiss?  Yes.  But we warm up to it, where it is often where we start.  Jacob goes to the floor—servicing my hard dick with his mouth and Derrick with his right hand. One of my hands rests on Jacob’s head and the other is roaming around Derrick’s chest.  Eventually, the pressure of my hand on Jacob’s head moves him over to suck his partner.  I move behind Jacob.  I can’t wait for that first taste of his hairy ass.  I sink in.  My tongue finds his hole.  He groans around his partner’s cock.  I tongue fuck him for a long time, getting my own cock well lubed.

“Hold that thought.”  Jacob gets up quickly and hurries upstairs to double check things.  I lean forward and suck Derrick’s cock instead.  He sighs, then places one of his very large hands on the back of my head, holding me in place.

Finally he lets me up—and pulls me into our first kiss. I let him explore my mouth before I do the same to his.   Then he has me stand so he can get a taste of my cock.   Now it’s my turn to grab his head and fuck his face in long, sensuous strokes.

I pull out of his mouth.  I find the thin bench and place it perpendicular to the couch we are on.  “I want to eat your ass,” I tell him.  He takes the hint and kneels on the bench.  I kneel behind him, spread his legs just a little bit more—and taste my second ass in ten minutes.  Derrick is smooth and only slightly hairy around his pucker.  I love the contrast.  I grease my cock as I tongue him—spitting more and more saliva into the ever opening hole.

I stand up.  I wasn’t planning on fucking before Jacob got back, but I can’t help it.   I need to enter him.  I stand up.  I move easily into him…not fast, not slow.  Just a steady push into place. 

“That is so hot!”  Jacob has returned.  He stands to the side of us, stroking his lengthening cock, the PA in it catching the light.  “You want two dicks in you?”  Without waiting for an answer he moves around and feeds Derrick his cock.  Derrick grunts his pleasure and begins slamming back on my hips.

I fuck him harder and harder—matching the rhythm of his ass.  Finally, I pull out—indicating Jacob to take my place.  “Don’t move,” I tell Derrick.  I get my cock, fresh from his ass, into his mouth before Jacob fucks home.  Again, Derrick is at the mercy of two very hard dicks fucking into him.

Finally Derrick asks for a stretch.  “Take my place,” he urges Jacob. 

They switch.  I get back to eating out Jacob’s hole.  At one point I also tongue the back on his balls.  My mouth continues on down to the base of his cock.  I pull his hard dick toward me.  I am able to crane around and get the dripping dick head into my mouth.  His precum is leaking like crazy around the PA.  I get a good mouthful and take it up to his damp hole.  I lube him with his own juices.  His sigh turns to a deep moan as he really realizes just what I’ve done. 

Derrick uses that moment to slap his hard cock on Jacob’s cheek.  “Open.” 

Jacob takes the proffered dick. 

I stand up.  My drooling cockhead parts the hairy lips of his hole.  I watch myself disappear inside him.  Inch after inch.  Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on opening his hole.  I back up and push forward—adding another two inches.  And again.  A little more goes in.  Jacob goes back to cock sucking…and I sink home.

His arm goes up—telling me to hold—as if I don’t know this about him.  I do it.  For just a few seconds, until I can feel his ass welcome me by relaxing.  He gives my cock a squeeze and I know he’s good for me to fuck.

I do.  Strong strokes.  Almost all the way out.  And all the way in.  I push him forward repeatedly onto Derrick’s hardon.  When I stop, Derrick comes around to fuck his partner.  I stand to the side, knowing Jacob is not as enamored of ATM as Derrick and I are.  Instead, I let Derrick begin his assault on the upturned ass, then I step behind him and enter him again.

“Fuck yourself as you fuck him,” I mumble.  I stand still and let him do it.  He bends just a fraction so I am hitting his prostate each time he bucks back out of Jacob. 

To mix things up, occasionally I take over the movement—fucking Derrick hard enough that he drives his cock deeper into Jacob.  Then I stop and let Derrick fuck Jacob with every stroke and himself on every backstroke…

*

We are down in the incredible well stocked playroom.  Jacob is in the sling.  I have eaten his ass and fucked him again.  I am currently, with my dick still rocking inside him, greasing up my hand. 

I work it in, doing the same wait—just like that first fuck.  Soon I am fisting him easily with my left.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above the sling as my cock joins the hand already inside him.

“Fuck….” he croons.

Derrick, watching from a chair to the side, strokes his cock.

I take out my cock and then my hand.  I re-lube and do it again.  Hand, cock and the full on stroke.

“You should show him,” Jacob says to his partner. 

Derrick stands up.  I slip out of Jacob and move to the side.  Derrick greases his big hands up.  It takes a moment, but his left goes fully into Jacob—Jacob’s ass lips snapping down on the thick wrist. 

I am impressed.  It was because Derrick couldn’t get fully inside Jacob that I, with my medium sized hands, had been invited into the playroom all those years ago. 

Well, at least 17 months of lockdown was good for something—when they could only play together.

Photo Extra: Fucking Jacob

 

I started my new post about seeing Derrick and Jacob again after over a year of Covid.  Life got in the way of my writing time, though, so it’s not finished.  Here is a really good shot of me inside Jacob to tide you over….