One Man In, One Man On

 Near Home—March, 2022

After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night.  I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that.  One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit…

 

I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down.  There are a few men—but none who look like play partners.  I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre through the grate in the dividing wall.  They sound much more intriguing.  I go out the door which bangs behind me and go into the other.

A young man I recognize by sight from here is squirming in his chair as a larger, older man is sucking his bigger than average cock.  The suckee tries to stop the guy when he hears the door open, but the sucker knows he has a good thing and keeps going.  I sit against the back wall and stroke.  I nod at the young man.  He relaxes and smiles back.  In moments he beckons me over.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  He deep throats me two or three times—before he gives up his load to the man sucking him.  The youngster leaves fast, still tucking his shirt into his rebuttoned pants.

I stick my wet dick into the cocksucker’s mouth.  He has blown me many times before and is great.  He’s bearish, likely just hit his 40’s, with a shaved head.  I realize I might be there for a while, so I sit down where the young man was sitting. 

There are other men in the room—all watching, all stroking. Eventually, the man I think of as the Lip Licker, for his rather unsubtle way to signal he wants your dick, gets a guy from the front row into his mouth.  My sucker grows tired of not getting a load—and begs off saying the floor is hard on his knees.  He leaves for the arcade.

I look around.  There is also a mid-40’s man stroking in the dark corner behind the door.  I get up and join him.  He is short and trim and flogging a regulation six incher.  I stand next to him.  We watch the movie and stroke our dicks. 

A long moment.

Finally his left hand snakes out and cups my balls.  I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me down.  He’s fine—but nowhere near as practiced as the man with the shaved head who just was sucking me.  But this guy is enthusiastic.  He is masturbating like crazy as he tries to take all of me.  He manages 2/3’s of me before choking.  I pull back and let him tongue my head and piss slit.

His knees give out, too.  He stands back up and leans against the wall.  I like the look of surprise on his face as I return the favor going to my knees.  “Oh, fuck…” he hisses, and empties his balls into my mouth in short order.

Lip Licker gets his load at almost the same time.  My guy leaves, as does the other man who shot.  LL gestures to me to come give him more, licking his upper lip with abandon.  I tell him to give me a minute; I want to check the straight side.

Not much has changed over there.  The back row seat is available so I sit and stroke just to be different.  My shaved head bear comes in.  He goes to town on my dick again.  One man comes back to watch.  He keeps his zipper up the whole time.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

Shaved Head pulls off my dick and nuzzles them.  He remembers how I love to have a tongue licking right at the base of my cock ring.  I stroke a little as he gets my balls good and wet.

His knees go again.  He thanks me with a nod and is gone.  Our voyeur follows him out the door.

I go back to the gay side and let LL get his time on my dick.  I have to stand for him.  He can’t possibly get down on his knees anymore.  But his mouth is perfection.  Big tongue in a bigger oral cavity.  Great suction.  A passion for dick and cum.  He sucks contentedly on my dripping dick.

Eventually he pulls off.  “Fuck my face.”

I hold his head and pump into him.  I go deeper this way.  His hand is very busy over the slight bugle in his pants.  I fuck a little more.  Than let him take over until I am tired of standing.  I thank him and go back next door.

*

It’s been quiet.  Shaved Head has had another turn on me.  Then nothing.  But the movie has been good enough to keep me there in the cocksucker’s seat.  I stroke.

The door opens.  A guy my age, with a silver goatee, enters.  I have sucked him in this very spot before.  He stands next to me.  His dress slacks are undone and drop to his knees.  He pushes down his designer underwear.  His cock is hard—a good seven incher with a slight upward curve.

He strokes.

I stroke.

He turns.  My head turns—and he is in my mouth.  I do all the things Lip Licker did to me.  He sighs.  I pull off his very red cockhead and go for his hairless balls.  They are a nice big set, perfectly matched in size for his cock.  I nuzzle and lick as I stroke his dick. 

He pulls away, but holds my shoulders in place.  He turns and presents me with his ass to lick.  This is new.  He pulls me into his butt before I can really think about it.  He is freshly showered—I can instantly tell from the scent of his wife’s girly soap.  I relax and eat him out with abandon.  He groans and calls me a slut under his breath.  He is stroking his cock with one hand and holding my head into his ass with the other. 

He lets go and turns back.  His cock hand goes into my mouth.  “Clean them,” he hisses.  There’s a copious amount of pre-cum on them.  I lick them until he is satisfied.

“Suck my cock…”

He pulls the hand out and then pushes the cock in.  His body is blocking the door as he holds me in place—intent on getting off.  I hear it open.  I hear a rustle of fabric—and suddenly my cock is engulfed in a mouth.  It has to be Shaved Head—I can tell from the technique.

Silver Goatee loves this.  “Get him off as I give him my load,” he whispers.

And I am pretty sure that is just what is going to happen. 

The cock in my mouth swells.  So does mine. 

I get a massive load in my mouth. 

And second later, I give one to Shaved Head every bit as big….

The Kid With the Big Cock

Near Home—March, 2022

Friday night. 

I was horned.

I had thought about little else all day. 

I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…

The gay theatre is empty.  I check the straight one.  Surprise.  There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn.   The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally.  A very heavy man is sitting there.  He currently has no takers.  But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick through the fabric of their pants.

I sit along the wall in one of the few vacant chairs.   I have a clear visual of a man a row ahead of me flogging his tiny dick.  I have to turn around to see most of the other men.  When I hear a rustle behind me, I look to see one of the horned guys get up and make use of the cocksucker’s mouth.  I set my dick free—and stroke to the porn.

My eyes get used to the darkness.  Right across from me, against the far wall, is a young man.  Around 28 or so.  He is African-American, with a handsome profile, a mostly trim body and a sizable cock.  He is stroking at an incredibly fast pace.  I turn back to the movie and sneak an occasional glimpse at him.  His hand moves quicker as up on the huge television a hung Black man takes the girl anally, while white cocks are in her two other holes.

I watch the movie—expecting him to drop a load any moment.

But I catch him looking at me.

A lot.

He looks away at the screen whenever our eyes chance to meet.

Suddenly he puts his cock away—tenting his jeans—and leaves the room.  I linger a minute, waiting to hear the door to the gay room shut.  But nothing.  I put my dick in my pants and go out into the dark hallway.  I check the three preview booths, thinking he may be there. 

Nothing.

I decide he’s gone—or in the arcade.  I go to the gay cinema just to see.  And there he is.  I shut the door, just as quietly as he must have.  He is leaning against the wall.  Stroking.

I sit in the cocksucker’s chair over here, not sure what he wants—if anything with someone so much older.

We stroke in unison.  The porn here is mild after the group effort on the straight side.

He looks at me.

I catch him at it.

He turns away.

And again—the same thing.

Then he walks over, rather duck like with his pants around his knees.  Is he offering me his dick?

He whispers:  “May I suck you?”

I nod.  He kneels.  His mouth is big.  His tongue is velvety.  He’s good for his young age—or a natural.  He makes my cock very happy.

“Lick my balls.”

“Yes, Daddy…”  His fat tongue does a great job there, too.

My hand directs his head to go back to my drooling shaft.  He licks up my precum before ovaling his lips and taking me deep.

I sigh.

He works harder.  But I’m not close. 

He pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?  Please?”

I nod and stand up.  He gets up and takes his pants off completely.  I bend him over, so he is holding onto the backs of the chairs in front of us.  It arches his full butt cheeks perfectly.  My hand grazes the tight curls of black hair all over them—and a forest of it in his ass crack.

I kneel and sink my tongue into him.  He gasps. He begins to whimper as I go to work.  I drill into his tight hole.  I love his showered-but-slightly-sweaty-from-all-the-jerking smell and taste.

He is panting now.  And groaning.  “Nobody eats me out…” he murmurs.  “Nobody.”

I re-double my efforts.  My cock is rock hard as I tongue his ebony mounds.  I lube myself up as my tongue drills into his now not so tight pucker.

I need to fuck.

“You want me raw?” I ask as I stand up.

“Yes, he whispers.  “I want your cum in me.”

My head pushes in.  He gasps.  I wait.  The kid is tight—but no virgin.  His hole relaxes and sucks me in.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Each stroke is my full length.  His hand never leaves his big cock.

I slap his ass.  The sound fills the room.  And ignites the kid.  He pushes back now, to meet every thrust.  He moans louder and begins mumbling a string of profanity.  His ass tightens down.  I am sure he’s going to shoot before I do.

“Cum, man, cum in me…”

And that does it for him.  He shoots a massive load on the floor.  A spurt with each thrust I pound into him.

I slow. 

And he moves abruptly, disconnecting us.  “Sorry,” he pants.  “It’s too much after…” leaving it unfinished.   He accepts a piece of paper towel to clean up.

I go back to the straight side for someone to take my load. 

No one is there.

The porn has changed to something generic.

I wait around—Nobody is here. 

Finally I go home, vowing to return tomorrow night…

FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross

 North of Me—March, 2022

Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...

 

“Kneel.”

He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directive, he sits on my bed to allow me to do the ankle restraints. 

“Now on your knees and get me hard.”

My jock is already bulging.  It will not be a hard task.  His tongue zeros in on the edge of the pouch where he can lick my tightly held nuts.  He moves on to pulling the pouch away—and deepthroating my cock.  Easily.  And with hunger.  He moans and comes back up for air before doing it again.  And back up, now gasping for air.

This time, I grab the sides of his head and hold it still.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  Until he’s breathless.  I tell him I want more—but I want to fuck his face as his head hangs over the bed.  Ross scrambles up onto the bed and rolls onto his back.  His head hangs down—his mouth at the perfect level to fuck straight down his throat.  Before I do, I straddle his face.  I lower my balls into his mouth.  He licks every inch he can reach of the hairy sack.  I take half a step forward.  I do slight squat and tell him to lick my ass.  He whimpers softly as his tongue darts around my tight pucker.  Over and over—and only then do I give him what we both really want—a hard throat fucking.

I pause.  I clip the Hog Tie clips to the four restraints.  It pulls his arms and legs together.  I press down to make him immobile and fuck his throat again.  As I pull out, I get some deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my fingers, reach over him and shove it into his ass.

I unclip him so he can turn to present his ass to me on the edge of the bed. “Legs up.”  He complies and I fasten his four extremities to the clips.  I press down—and it rolls his ass up.  My cock rests on his ass lips.  I drool a big glop of spit onto my cock before I push into him.

It’s a hard fuck.  Fast and furious.  His ass flowers open.  Ross is groaning.  Telling me to fuck him as hard as I can.  I push down on the Hog Tie to change the angle of the fuck.  He takes it in his stride. I slow down and push again.  It rolls him to his side.  He is in a fetal position with the restraints.  I love the new angle and continue to drill into him.

I pause long enough to add the egg headed dildo.  My cock joins it.  He is so tight now.  Ross pants his pleasure as I fuck into his toy-tightened hole…

*

Ross is in the sling.  I have fucked him repeatedly.  I pull out one more time. I piss over his now puffy ass lips.  The piss clings to them, inviting me to kneel and clean them up with my tongue.  Fuck, I love rimming him after I have fucked him so much.  I love the taste of myself—and all the ass lube he has manufactured to protect himself from my onslaught.  I stay for a long time, my face buried in his hole.

I warm the speculum by breathing on it, add lube and slide it in.  I crank slowly.  My finger wanders over his prostrate repeatedly.  When it is wide enough, my cock goes in, too.  I fuck, moving my long cock past the ends of the medical device.

“I brought the bigger one,” I tell him.  “I’m not sure I have ever used it.”  The blades are maybe half an inch longer and half an inch wider.   If anyone of my men can take it, it is certainly Ross.  He does so, easily---and loves the stretch.  I repeat the process of slowly opening it and then, when wide enough, fucking him with it in place.

When his ass is empty again, I grease up the Ass Grommet and slip it over the length of my cock until the head of my dick emerges.  It gives my cock a huge circumference…but not too much for Ross.  I push in—and he pushes out, taking me to the root. 

I fuck him with it on me.  Then I hold the edges of the grommet in place. I pull myself out, leaving the toy inside him.  His hole gapes.  I kneel and spit into him.  I take a drink of water—and spit that into him through the grommet.  I swallow the next sip of water—and it kicks in my bladder again.  I stand up and aim at the grommet which is holding his ass open.  A long stream of piss hits his balls.  I direct it downward.  It splashes into the grommet, sluicing into his ass.

Ross groans.  I fuck into the toy—still spraying the last of the piss.  I fuck his piss drenched ass.  It is hot and wet.  When I pull out, the toy comes with me, on my dick.  I kneel and eat his pissed out hole as Ross mumbles encouragement…

*

It’s time for fist.  My greased left slides into him with ease.  I do it again—and add my cock.  My hard dick goes into his butt, down my wrist and fucks into my palm deep inside him.  I can’t get enough of the feel of it all.  I fuck him for quite a while this way.

Then I add my dick in with my right hand in him.  It doesn’t feel as good, so I go back to my left.  When I tire of that, I keep my hand in him and add the egg-headed dildo.  I like the big head of the toy pushing through my fingers deep inside him.

“Have you ever tried adding your dick to that?”

I haven’t.  But I do.  I pull the embedded toy up slightly and there looks like there might be room for my cock.  I try. 

Success.  It’s snug and warm and a great stretch.  Neither of us can hold it for long—but we both love how it feels.

I re-grease my hands.  I alternate them inside Ross.  Close to a true punch fisting session.

“Do a double.  Please…”

I leave my left inside.  My right fingers push into him.  A slight push—and I have both hands inside him.

Now he wants nothing else.  I reverse it—but it is easier for some reason with the left in place and adding the right.  It surprises me each time the second hand disappears inside him.

Finally:

“I think my hole is done.  But I can still take your cum.”

I nod.  I know how to get there—I just need to stick my tongue in his used, sloppy hole.  My erection, which recedes as I concentrate on fist, springs back to life. 

I keep my face buried there. 

I stand.

I fuck.

Ross hands me his poppers.

I do a tiny hit.

I explode—coating his used hole with my cum.

I hang onto the sling frame, letting myself recover.

I go to my knees.

His cum drenched rose bud begins to push into my mouth…

Giving Them What They Want

 Jackson—March, 2022

It’s always nice to be wanted.

The Cub who took my load in February, after a marathon of bookstore sex, sent me a text.  He was hoping I could breed him again at the bookstore.  It was a Saturday morning when I got his message.  I knew I was going to play somewhere that day, so it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to him.  We set a time.  We both wanted to play at the same place in Jackson, with its many screens of porn.  I quickly packed a lunch for later and hit the road…

 

I’m early.  The parking lot is not crowded, but there are enough vehicles to suggest a potential good time.  I go in and pay.  I say polite things about the owner’s tiny dog, who stands on the counter as I am handed my ticket. 

The lounge is fairly empty.  A couple of guys just groping themselves at the straight screen.  A guy jerking in the secluded Trans area.  I go to the gay area.  There’s my guy—sucking off one Daddy while jerking on a second one.  He acknowledges my arrival and looks slightly embarrassed to have started without me.  He obviously doesn’t know me…I find him hotter for wanting more dick.  I sit nearby and get my cock out.  The guy he’s jerking pulls away and comes over to me.  He is older with very soft hands.  He strokes my dick to full erection.

The guy the Cub is sucking is getting close.  His breathing is ragged.  He suddenly stands up, pulling his dick out of the Cub’s mouth and shoots his load on the floor.  It’s a massive load and a real waste of cum.  The guy pulls himself together and leaves.

The Cub turns to me.  “You want to fuck me now?”

“Sure.”

He comes closer and all but whispers in my ear, “Let’s go downstairs to the booths.”

I tell him I find them cramped and I didn’t pay for them.

Instead he walks out into the main area.  I follow, trying to fit my erection back in my pants—which proves hopeless.  He nods toward the smallest area.  It has a curtain to close it and seems to alternate between bondage porn and hetro grannies with young men.  I am relieved that today it is showing straight Black guys on barely legal girls.  There is just the big television and one chair.  The Cub closes the curtain before he strips down to just socks, tossing his clothes in the corner.

“Get on the chair.  Knees on the seat.”

He does—presenting me with his hairy ass.  I go to my knees.  I lick and stroke.  The Cub grunts contentedly. 

The curtains open.  A 40-something guy looks in, his cock in his hand.  I’ve seen him watching the straight vids.  He mumbles an apology, and starts to leave.

“Let me suck that,” the Cub whispers loudly.

I see the guy stop, consider and then come in, closing the curtains behind him.  He strokes,  close to the Cubs face, as he watches me eat out the hole I am about to fuck.  I stand up.  My cock slaps the Cub’s butt.  Straight Guy has a nice dick, but he gasps as he sees mine.  I prod the Cub’s butthole—and it flowers open.  I sink in a good two inches.  Straight Guy steps in and gives his uncut cock to the Cub, who sucks it in with enthusiasm.

“How can he take it?”  asks Straight Guy.

“He loves big daddy dick,” I tell him truthfully.

I love seeing the kid spit-roasted.

The guy in the Cub’s mouth begins to fuck his face at the same speed I am fucking his ass.  The Cub is jerking himself.   I don’t think those two can last long.

“Do you want to try his ass?”

Straight Guy looks at me.  “I’m too close.”

A couple more strokes and the guy is exploding in the Cub’s mouth.  I feel the Cub’s ass constrict on my cock.  I am sure he is cumming all over the chair seat.  But he manages to swallow all Straight Guy has to offer and to clean his cock up.

As SG leaves, the Cub asks me to stop plowing.  He has indeed shot a massive load.  “Sorry, I can’t take anymore after I shoot.”  He cleans up and takes off. 

The fuck was maybe twelve minutes.

I go to see what other trouble I can get into…

*

The rest of the men on this particular Saturday seem to think stroking my cock is the ultimate form of sex.  I have good hand jobs and horrible ones.  Not one remotely gets me off. 

Eventually I find one man who sucks my cock in the main room.  He seems to love to show off that he can take me.  He’s a good bit older than I.  His knees give out quickly.  But he is good and I tell him so.  He goes off for lunch—telling me I should fuck him when he gets back. 

I eat my own lunch in the car.

I stroke to 2 men, 1 women porn.

My cocksucker comes back.  He nods and leads me to the Trans area.  He drops his pants. 

“I dropped by the house to make sure I was ready for you,” he whispers.

I thank him.  And I think my cock will, too.

He leans forward braced against the wall—staying off his knees.  I kneel and begin licking his freshly prepped ass.  He begins to whimper.  It sounds more like crying than a sexual reaction. 

I stop.  “You ok?”

He nods.  Then turns to me and pulls me to my feet.  He kisses me, holding me tightly.  When he finally lets me go, he whispers “No one has done that to me in years.  Literally.”

“Then let me worship your ass.”

“You really want to?”  He can’t seem to believe me.

I hug him again and guide him back to the lean he was doing.  I kneel and give him the best rim job I know how to do.  I am deep in his hole one minute—and sucking on his ass lips the next.  He whimpers again—but now it’s the sound of sexual gratification. 

“Put that beautiful dick in me,” he pants.  “Please.”

I lick a little more before I stand up.  I have made him so wet, I have no problem getting into him.  He gasps.  And then tells me to fuck him.  “Hard.  As hard as you want.”

I begin a slow pump and build quickly.  I really want to give him just what he needs.

“Will you shoot in me?” he pants.

“Do you want me to?”

“Oh, fuck, yes…”

I fuck him harder.  I am surprised to feel that I am close to cumming.  “I’m close…”

“Oh, God.  Please.  Give me your cum.”  His whispering has become louder.  “It’s been so long…”

And I’m there.  I shoot, holding onto his hips, bucking into him with each pulse of my cock.

I marinate in his ass until his breathing calms.  I pull out.  He moves around to clean my cock of every stray drop of seed…

A link to my loading the Cub the first time.

A Blast from My Porn Past

 I always enjoy getting mail from my readers.  This particular reader had found a shot of me online.  At least he thought it was me.  I wasn’t identified, but he was sure it was from one of my porn shoots. 

He sent it along.  It was indeed from my porn initiation with the fabulous Jayson Park, Jayson’s MAL Barebang.

Fuck, I loved plowing his hot ass.  And eating it.

(And I got to do it again when I helped host a gangbang for him…)

Ah, memories…

 *****

If you need them, here is my own review of doing it.  Review.

There are two posts about helping Jayson set up a gangbang at CLAW   Set-up.  &  The event.

Here is a link to The Breeder’s Journal—where I detail the filming.  The Breeder’s Journal, Day 3

Filling the Ginger Bear

 North of Home—March, 2022

As March began, the Ginger Bear and I wanted another meet.  I packed some of my regular toys and drove to his place.  The day we had set up the date, the weather had been warm for March.  Now it was blustery and chilly.  It got more so as I drove north.  I was thankful I had tossed in a ratty old sweatshirt as we were playing in his basement—and the space heaters did little to cut the chill….

 

The ass.  It is such a gift.

I am on my knees.  My tongue has been exploring the Ginger Bear’s hole.  He is in his sling and twisting his nipples.  I rock back on my heels and just look at his full butt cheeks and the pink, slightly puffy, lips.  My cock swells and I dive back in.  GB groans his encouragement.

It is a matter of only a few minutes before my cock is slapping those same puffy lips.  I leave a trail of precum over them as I push slowly inside.  GB groans again.  I feel him relax and I begin a slow, rhythmic fuck.  The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the basement.

I have arranged my toys on a small table within reach.  I grab the old reliable—the eggheaded dildo.  I grease it up while still maintaining the fuck.  The cock comes out—the toy goes in.  I pull it down and add myself on top of the thin shafted toy.  We both love how tight it makes his ass.  The underside of my dick moves across the ridges relentlessly.

I slow—pull it up and go under the toy.  Not for long.  It’s not as good a fit.  I pull out the grab the length of chain I brought along.  I kneel and grease it up.  I begin the slow insertion process.  One link at a time.  The Ginger Bear loves the weight that is beginning to fill him.  It is 18 inches long—and all but the last links disappear.  I begin to pull it out—just as slowly.  It acts like a heavier version of balls on a string.  Each link gives him a stretch as it leaves the confines of his ass.  One.  Two…Five…Nine…and suddenly the remaining links spill out of him, thanks to gravity.

I repeat the process two more times.

I move on to the speculum.  I want to give him a good lateral stretch before my hand goes in.  I crank it slowly.  Opening him.  By increments.  I play with his prostate with the fingers of my left hand as I crank with the right.  When it is wide enough, I fuck him with the device in place.

I love how open he is now.

I grease my hands up.  After all the play, it’s an easy entrance for my left hand.  I go in repeatedly.  Wait, turn it slightly and come out.  The Ginger Bear’s breathing increases.  He tells me how good it feels. 

My slightly bigger right hand goes in just as easily.  I spend a good deal of time going back and forth—left and right.  My dick is hard—so it joins my left hand deep in his guts.  I fuck through my fingers—overwhelmed by the feeling of his hot flesh and my greasy palm on my cock.

He has his toys out, too.  I select a bigger toy.  It is a semi-realistic cock in black silicone.  As I picked it up, I think I can use it to double fuck him—but it is too girthy for that.  I grease and fuck.  Then re-grease and fuck.  I am just able to add a finger along the shaft of the toy.

I do another round of my hands.   Back and forth.  One and then the other.  I manage to get one all the way in and add four fingers of the other hand.  It is not the day to try harder on going for a double.

I go back to his table and pick up the fantasy monster toy.  It looks like a dragon’s massive shaft, all scales and ridges.  I know he can take more if he sits on it, but I just want to tease his hole with it in this position.  I get the head in—a little farther than I expect.  I do it again.

Now I re-grease my hands.  I go in flat handed and come right back out.  Then I do the same with the right.  The sling starts to move in rhythm with me.  In with my hand as it goes away from me and out as it swings toward me.  The frame creaks in time with us.  It is an open palmed punch fisting.  It is as great a head fuck for us as a hole fuck.  We maintain it for a good five minutes—a rousing climax to our stretch session.

The Ginger Bear thinks his hole has reached his limit.  And it’s cold enough for us to break.  We go upstairs, wash up and have dinner…

 

A picture of the monster dragon cock and the other toys after their wash.  The chain is 18 inches—which will give you a good size comparison.

“Swallow Mine Like You Did His…”

 Near Home---March, 2022

It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex.  So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different.  I found it at the local bookstore…

 

It’s a Friday night.  Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately.  Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case.  But there are more cars than I expected.  I buy my ticket.  The straight theatre has a couple of guys in it.  They are both very into the movie and don’t seem to be looking for play.  I go next door.  I am alone in the gay theatre.  I sit in the back row and wait, stroking to some decent bareback porn.  In no time the door opens and swooshes shut rather noisily.  It is a white guy—around my age.  His hair is cut very short—likely to try to disguise the fact that it is turning grey.  He sits in the corner nearest to my chair.  He unzips promptly and begins stroking to the porn.

And me.

He spends a lot of time looking at the screen and then at me and back again.  I catch his eye.  I give him a half smile and nod.

A long moment.  Then:

“May I suck it?”

“Sure.”

He kneels in front of me, supporting himself by leaning on my knees on the way down.  He takes me in his mouth—well, actually just the head of my dick goes into his mouth.  He strokes my shaft with his right hand as me licks me.  He is sure this is a terrific blow job for he takes me out of his mouth and points my dick away from both of us as if my cum will be exploding from my balls at any moment.  Not just once—he does it again and again.  It doesn’t feel bad—it’s just not very good.  He seems to love it.  His small dick, which he left out of his pants, is throbbing and drooling onto the floor.

He does a few more rounds of suck my head/stroke my shaft/pull it out and point it away before his knees get tired.  He stands up, slowly.  His cock is right at my eye level.  I take it into my mouth without asking.

“Oh!” he exclaims and begins shooting his jizz down my throat.  Spurt after spurt—a massive load.  He thanks me sheepishly and takes off.

I wander over to the straight side, swig my water bottle and watch the watchers.  I stay there until I hear the door open and close next door.  I go back.  Two men have come in.  One white, one Black and they are both stripping naked.  We nod to each other.  The white guy is tall, mid thirties with an unkempt beard.  The other man is short, his hair pulled back in bun.  His fingernails are painted a shiny black.

They talk to each other.  I learn they have been here most of the day.  They seem to be coming down off something.  Neither can get hard.  They beat their soft meat.  The stroke each other.  They take turns with their mouths.  Nothing helps. 

The shorter guy finally gives me some head, gets distracted by where his poppers are, and stops.  I excuse myself.

I go back to the straight side.  New men have arrived.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat—as there is a man, wanking his dick, leaning against the wall right next to it.  I get mine out and stroke, too.  This inspires a guy in a plaid cap, sitting in front of me to take his out, as well.

The bearded guy on the wall swivels towards me.  It’s a good seven incher.  He stands stock still as I suck him.  I finally get a vocal reaction from him when my tongue goes to his balls.  When I swallow him down again, he grabs my ears and begins face fucking me.

“Tell me you want my load.”

I can do nothing but grunt affirmatively around the pile driving dick.  The moment he hears me, he fires into my mouth.  Nothing like the quantity of the first load I got, but sizable.  He grunts some thanks and tries to pull out of my mouth.  I hold him by the balls until I clean up every drop.

The man in the cap has turned and has been watching us.  He is beating his dick furiously.  I think he wants some, too. There is a movement by the door.  A short white guy, who’d been down front, seemingly has come back to stroke to the blow job.  He walks over and sticks a short fat cock in my mouth.

“Swallow mine like you did his…” he hisses.

He is aroused.  I do no more than swipe my tongue over his piss slit a couple of times before he blows.  A small, acrid load coats my tongue.  He pulls out, and still dripping, shoves his wilting dick into his shorts as he leaves.

Plaid Cap stands up.  “You clean?”

I hate that phrase.  I shrug and tell him I’ve swallowed three loads tonight—so who knows.

It doesn’t deter him.  He comes back, but stops.  He has a dick that is my length—but much thinner.  He stands next to my chair.  I can feel him making the decision.  And he offers it to me. 

It’s a hot cock—and a hotter head space to have the guys back to back like this.  He stands still and lets me do his dripping cock as I want.  I take him to the root repeatedly.  His thinner dick feels incredibly good going down my throat.  I come back up each time and clean out his dripping piss slit.

“I can’t take much more of this…” he mumbles.  “Swallow my load.  Please.  Don’t spit it out.”

And he begins firing.  I can’t even taste the first 2 spurts.  They go right down my throat.  The rest of his spunk puddles up on my tongue to be savored and swallowed. 

My dick is telling me he needs to get off.  The three loads in my mouth back to back is playing with my head.  I hold onto Plaid Cap’s balls.  He can’t pull out, even if he wanted.  I get another drool of cum from his cock—and I fire splatter after splatter of jizz onto the stained floor in front of me.