Inspired By the Porn

 Near Home—September, 2022

After Indy, I didn’t have any sex for two full weeks.  It was not a reaction to what had happened with the last threeway, but simply what my work schedule demanded.  The day I got home from my travels, I knew I had to blow a load.  I checked to see how my area of Michigan was faring with the new health emergency.  There were no cases in my county.  Not foolproof, but I knew I’d take my chances, even as I continued to let my vaccination mature.  I went to my usual bookstore—where men seemingly weren’t playing in bigger cities. 

The parking lot was not crowded, but…

 

I check the straight cinema, as I always do, first.  No one.  Of interest.  I go into the gay theatre.   A cute cub is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  He appears to be straight off the farm with jeans that look like they have seen some honest labor and a T-shirt with the logo of a beer company.  He is groping himself to a hot bareback movie—one with younger men than I’d have chosen, but the guys in it know what they’re doing and recognize cum is not to be wasted.

I unbutton and pull out my stiffening cock.  The Cub takes note.  He gropes himself harder.  Another man, just under my age, comes in.  He nods to the two of us and sits across from me.  I am at an angle against the side wall so that both men can see me easily.  The new guy unzips and takes out a bigger than average cock.  We stroke and grope.  Watching the movie.  Watching each other.

A wonderfully messy (and huge) cum shot is delivered on the screen.  It is lapped up by the top.  We all watch the cum literally pouring out of the top’s mouth into the gaping mouth of the eager man he’s just fucked.  This makes the Cub unzip and pull out his small cock.  The next scene on screen is a threeway.  The Cub stands up and looks at me.  I spread my legs.  Instead of kneeling between them, he kneels to the side.  I think this will be an awkward angle, but the Cub proves me wrong.  He is an expert cock sucker.  He takes my entire shaft repeatedly deep into his throat, holds it, chokes on purpose and comes up for air before doing it again.

Now he’s moved to my balls with no urging from me.  I sigh.  This guy is good.  He treats each hairy orb as if it were precious.  His tongue action is making me squirm.  I would love to give him my load.  But I’m not there yet.

Back to my cock head he goes.  His tongue roots around in my piss slit.  He moans each time he gets a drop of precum.  His mouth now covers the whole helmet.  Down he goes, choking himself on my shaft.  Over and over.

Finally, he stands up, apologizing for his knees wearing out on the concrete floor.  I turn to him and his drooling cock is right at my eye level.  I take it in my mouth.

“Oh, no!  I’ll…”

He starts spurting before he can even finish the sentence.  I swallow him down, but kind of wish I hadn’t made him shoot, for he zips up and leaves. 

“That was super hot.”

It’s the third man, with the above average dick.  He stands up and comes over to me.  I wait to see it he wants to give or get or both.  He starts with his dick in my mouth.  From super small to really needing to oval carefully is a great contrast.  But the guy has jerked himself way too much.  He fires off his load in no time at all. 

He sighs contentedly and lets me get every drop.  He too zips up and leaves.

I watch the movie, glad that it is really good, for I seem to be alone.

I hear the door.  I make no move to cover my cock.  A man, a little older than I, a regular, comes in.  His head is shaved and he is in decent shape for older men around here.  His face lights up when he sees me.

“You’ve sucked me before,” he chortles.

I nod.  He unzips and feeds me his soft cock as I still sit on the chair.  Work as I might, he never gets hard.  But he is sighing as if I am doing everything right.  I hear the door.  It is a man who I often see him with—a friend or boyfriend.  I don’t care which, for he is on my cock and devouring me as I suck the limp dick in my mouth.

“Take it.  Take my cum…”

And his flaccid cock spasms in my mouth and gives me a huge load.  Between the surprise cum and the guy working on my dick, it’s my turn to feed a cock sucker.  He chokes on my load, but manages to swallows every drop…

My Penis Misbehaves

 Indianapolis—September, 2022

 

At the top of the month, I was packing to be away from home for two weeks.  I had a contract that took me to western Indiana.  I always take more than I need, but the car was finally packed and I was ready to go.  I checked in with Keshawn.  We had arranged that I would swing by his place, have some fun, and I would go on to my final destination.   I told him my departure time and my estimated time of arrival.  He told me he might have a friend drop by to join us. 

Great.

I drove south.  Traffic was light—which was good as I was really tired from the pack and the mental fretting about the next two weeks.  I got to Keshawn’s in good time.  I rummaged through my bag and took some Viagra.  Normally with him, the last thing I need is any help with my erection but being as tired as I was—and my head swimming with all that I had to accomplish in the next two weeks—it seemed like a logical precaution to take.

I met his friend, Scott—a big bear of a bottom.  He was tatted, funny and very fuckable.  Keshawn had let his hair and beard grow.  We hugged.  He asked if I’d brought the sling—but there had been no room left for it in my packed car.  We chatted a little and took it to his bedroom, where the three of us stripped.

Scott loved going back and forth on our two big dicks.  While he was lying on the bed, slurping on Keshawn, I licked Keshawn’s ass crack—and then did the same to Scott.  I was rampant and ready to go.  I pushed into Scott—and lost my erection.  I pulled out and did some more oral.  It returned.  I tried getting into Keshawn.  I couldn’t.

My dick misbehaved the entire time I was there.  I had some great moments of cock sucking, rimming and ass to mouth—and my cock responded as it always does while I did those things—but it wilted the moment it was to go inside an ass.

Keshawn eventually bred Scott—and I had some fun felching the load.

 

Why even write about this?  Well, I made that pledge a dozen years ago when I started this blog to tell the truth.  It’s what happened.

It has not happened again.  I am sure it was that lethal combo of age, exhaustion and my mind full of all the work that was to come.  

The Scent Pig comes to Michigan

 My Playroom—September, 2022

 

I got a message from the scent pig I usually play with in Chicago.  He was visiting relatives out of state and wondered if I would be home at the top of the month.  “I want to visit my other Daddy, too.”   I agreed he should come to Michigan.

He arrived, tired of driving (but excited) and jumped in the shower.  Zane is a very hairy otter.  He must be approaching 30 now. (Half my age…I really could be his daddy…)  He’s bearded and as handsome as ever.  I undressed while he was in the bathroom and slipped on the most stained jock in my collection.  I added boots, of course.  We went downstairs, with Zane still slightly damp…

 

“Oh, fuck…” he mumbles.

We are standing in front of the fuck bench and we are 69ing on each other’s pits.  My left arm is up for his mouth and he does the same for me.  He may have showered, but the excitement of sex is making him just begin to sweat in the warm-on-purpose room.  His tongue is busy in my pit and, without saying anything, we go for a kiss at the same moment.  Tongues swab mouths and are sucked.  We reverse our arms.  Pits are cleaned and we shared the slightly acrid taste of each other in another kiss.

“Lie down.”  I point to the bed.  “On your back.”  His legs go instinctively up in the air.  I kneel and let my tongue play up and down his hairy crack before I go for the hole.  I burrow in and Zane moans. 

“Eat me, daddy.”

This makes me work harder.  Soon I take the taste of his hole up to his mouth.  It’s a longer kiss.  More intense.  We are both painfully erect. 

Zane moves to the fuck bench.  I spend a little more time eating his hole.  I love how much deeper I can get here on the bench with a more natural spread of his ass. 

“Fuck me…”

I stand up, my cock drooling.  I smear the precum on his saliva filled hole.  My cockhead disappears.  He pushes back and takes half of my shaft.  He gasps—and I slowly go in the rest of the way. 

“So full…”

I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  He catches me looking into the mirror in front of us.  Our eyes meet and he grins.  It’s the same grin I saw years ago, right after he cleaned my cock after a very busy CumUnion party.  That grin makes me pick up the speed of the fuck.  I plow him hard and fast. 

“Let me taste it, Daddy.”

I pull out of his ass and bring my cock around to him.  He devours it.  I fuck his mouth a little before fucking his ass a second time…

*

I am in the sling.  Zane is licking my ass and jerking his cock.  At one point, he stands up and slides his shaft up and down my ridiculously wet crack. 

“Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again.

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just goes back to eating my hole.

Soon, we switch.  I eat his fucked-out ass just as hungrily.  And I fuck him again.  Hard and fast.  His eyes glued to the mirror above us.

I get him up and fasten the wrist restraints to him.  Right and then left.  I let the back of the sling down and snap his wrists together and then up to the middle of the sling frame.  He knows to arch his back and present me with his hairy butt.  “Your ass, Daddy.  To fuck all you want.”  I slip the blindfold on him, too.

I eat his ass in this position.  I move around and briefly suck his raging cock, which is poking out from the side of his jock.  I go back and spit one last time on his hole.  I stand and push into him.  A little rough.  “Your hole…” he whimpers.

I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  The sling frame creaks.  I fuck him until I am on the verge of orgasm.  But I want more of him—so I stop.

I pull out and slap his upturned ass with my cock.  I slip back in and again fuck him until I’m on the brink. 

I stop myself and we move to the rimseat.  I go under first.  I want to taste my handiwork on his ass.  He is incredibly juicy now.  He moans as he lets me feast on his puffy, abused hole.

“I want yours now.”

We switch.  He goes under the seat and I sit down.  He eats me out, moaning in the back of this throat.  Suddenly his hand comes up, handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  His tongue slices into me.  I babble about how good it feels.  Time stands still for those 30 seconds or so that seem like long, delicious minutes.

Zane re-surfaces.  We are both ready for the breeding. 

“Where do you want to be?” I ask, looking at the various options.

“Sling,” he chooses.  “I want to be able to watch you in the mirror.”

I lick his hole briefly.

I slide in.

I fuck.

Hard.

Zane jerks along with me.

With a roar, I shoot.  Big.  It’s been days since I’ve gotten off.  That’s his cue—he explodes.  Huge globs of white jizz all over his fur.  

I lick some of it up.  And feed him some from my tongue.

Only then do I offer my dripping cock to his begging mouth…

From Trio to Quartet

 North of Home—August, 2022

I was doing my daily check of the hook up sites to see what had come in overnight.  The only interesting communication on BBRT was from the couple I met at the monthly house party orgy.  We had played there a lot and have also played at their house, too—most notably when I took Keshawn.  This time, they wanted just me.  I said ‘yes’ and we set up a late afternoon time for the next week.

Tim greeted me at the door.  We hugged.  He got me a bottle of water as we waited for his partner, Brad.  (I have always called him ‘the Top’ or ‘Top Host’ in other write ups, but with just the three of us he needs a name.)  We went upstairs to the playroom—where there is a bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a rimseat.  They stripped to leather harnesses and jocks.  I got down to a cleanish jock and boots….

 

Tim, the shorter of the two, goes to his knees.  He starts sucking tall, thin Brad.  Brad’s cock instantly swells in size.  I stroke waiting my turn and running my other hand over Brad’s hairy chest.  Soon enough I feel Tim’s tongue lick at my piss slit.  His mouth engulfs me as I groan.  Brad leans in and kisses me as his boy sucks my dick.

Tim pulls me down to my knees so we can both suck on Brad’s big cock.  I mostly stay on his balls as Tim gets close to deep throating his super thick shaft.  When Tim stands, I move to his dick.  Tim’s been pumping since I last saw him—his cock is thicker than ever.

“Get up on the bed,” Brad tells Tim.  He does as he’s told (on all fours) his thick ass waiting for us.  I move over and eat him out—making his hole wet for Brad.  Brad goes in first. Usually, Brad loves for me to open Tim up, but he’s just too horned.  He fucks Tim hard.  I stay on the floor to watch—and clean his cock when he finally pulls out.  I stand up and take a turn fucking.  Just as hard.  I love the sound of our flesh slapping together.  Brad bends and cleans my cock when I pull out.  I can’t ever recall him doing this to me before—but he groans and keeps on doing it each time I fuck Tim.  We both fuck him again, leaving his hole wet and slightly puffy.

Brad pulls me to him and says softly, “I want to eat your ass.”  This is totally new. I have seen Brad rim Keshawn once for about 20 seconds.  In the dozen or so times we’ve played, Brad has let me eat his Top hole a couple of times—maybe he wants to see why I love it.

“Sure,” I tell him, “As long as you let me eat yours again.”

Brad gets under the rimseat.  I sit down on it and feel his tongue lick my hairy crack for the first time.  Tim watches for a moment, then sucks Brad’s super hard cock.  I groan out encouragement.  In moments, Brad is zeroing in on my hole and trying to prod me open.  At the same time, Tim is sitting on Brad’s saliva covered prick.  Brad grunts out his pleasure, muffled by my thin ass.  Brad finally calls a halt—afraid he’ll cum.

We reposition.  I go under the seat.  I eat Tim’s freshly fucked, juicy hole as Brad sucks me.  Eventually they reverse.  I do everything to Brad’s hole that he just did to mine.  He is groaning.

There is a pounding on the front door.  “Ignore it.  They’ll go away,” Brad tells Tim.  It happens again—loud enough to make us stop playing.  And suddenly Hot Tats—their usual play buddy when I’m here—walks up the stairs.  He’s remembered the key code to their front door.  The couple have not seen him all summer; he’s been recuperating from an accident at work. 

“I haven’t been fucked in seven weeks,” he announces.

Brad takes Hot Tats to the shower off the Master bedroom so he can prepare.  I get Tim in the sling and fuck him as he tells me that Hot Tats had nearly died from the accident and may be having some memory issues.  The couple had been getting updates from his mother.  The news is not inducive to a great fuck.

When Hot Tats arrives, shower fresh, we all take turns on giving the man what he needs.  All three of us rotate on his ass.  First on the bed, then in the sling

*

Tim pulls me aside.  “I want you to piss on me.”  Another first.  We leave Brad and Hot Tats fucking in the sling and go outside onto their secluded back porch.  I start by having him bend over and I piss his ass crack.  The pale stream flow down through his hairy crack and puffy ass lips.  I lick it up.  The flavor is weak enough that I feel comfortable letting him taste or for it to cover him.  He wants both.  He gets on his knees.  A splash goes into his mouth.  The rest cascades over his chest and cock.  He strokes himself furiously as I cover him.

The moment it cools, he wants a real shower, not a golden one.  He goes to rinse off and I go back upstairs.  About halfway up, I hear the unmistakable sounds of the sling and of orgasm.  Brad is shooting his load in Hot Tats’ ass.  I go over.  Brad pulls out for me to clean off his cock.  He steps to the side so I can easily felch some of the load out of Hot Tats ass.  There is a lot of cum in there.  I slurp some out, stand and fuck some back into him.  But Hot Tats is done.  He goes down to shower.  Tim takes him home as he can’t drive yet and was dropped off here by a friend. 

This leaves Brad and I alone.  And Brad has shot, but… “We wanted to do some things we’ve never done with you before, when others were here.   The rimming.  The piss….”

I nod.

“And now I really want you to fuck me.”

I am slightly surprised.  And, on the other hand, not at all.  In groups he has been all top.  Always.  He has let my tongue invade him a few times.  And I’ve heard the pleasure in his voice when I do it.

He gets up on the bed, on his back.  I go to my knees and spend a long, long time eating him out.  The man has shot a huge load, but he is rock hard again at the thought of my cock entering him.  I stand up and my head slips in.  He hits the poppers.  I inch into him.  He takes about two thirds of me and I give him a shallow fuck.

“You’d relax more in the sling.”

He agrees.  We move over to it.  I eat him out again.  I stand and get my cock head into him.  I talk to him about Hot Tats accident and recovery.  Brad nods—and suddenly finds that every inch of me is buried inside him.  He looks up in the mirror above him and pants.  I start slow, but I am building to a hot, blistering fuck in no time.

Eventually, Brad asks for a time out.  At the same moment, we hear Tim come back from delivering Hot Tats home.  He is up and stripped again in moments. 

Brad lies on the bed.  “Breed my boy while I watch.”

Tim is all smiles at this.  We choose the fuck bench.  I eat his ass as he strokes himself.  I am so ready to explode.  I fuck him.  And the feeling immediately ebbs.  I eat his hole again.  Once again, I’m on the edge.  I fuck him harder and faster—but the feeling recedes.  I eat his wet, sloppy hole one more time.  I make it up to Tim’s ass just in time.  I fill his guts with every ounce of sperm in my balls…

Art in My Playroom (Part 4.2)

 I ran out of time to write today.

Ok, I procrastinated until I ran out of time.

Here is the next of the five pervy pictures form Drubskin in my playroom.

 

I met a man, long before the blog, who had me fuck and fist him.  Then, he asked me to load him with four or five billiard balls.

“Now, back up!” he told me. 

He stopped me about six feet away from him.

He lay on his back--and he shot them out of his ass for me to catch.

One after the other.

I am still in awe.

Of course, I shoved them back into him and had him do it again…

 

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Dave Gets Some More Frozen Loads

 My Playroom—August, 2022

The sling was still in the duffel bag from going to Ross’ house.  The moment that I heard Dave was on the road to my place, I went downstairs and set it up.  Naked.  (And taking this picture, which I rather like.) 

I put the towels under the equipment.  All while tanking up for a wet session.

Dave had cancelled the other week with some sort of home emergency.  I had already been to the bookstore to harvest some extra cum.  A condom, with the lone load I could tease out of a dick on that trip, was still in the freezer.  Next to it was a second frozen load I had recently whacked out to some new porn.  I wanted both of them up Dave—and knew he’d want them, too.  For regular lube, I melted the coconut oil and got it downstairs.  All while thinking what I might do to Dave’s ass…

 

Dave is downstairs.  I strip up in my bedroom and go down in my jock and boots.  He kneels as I walk in the room, right at the foot of the fuck bench. 

“You want this cock?”

It’s rhetorical.  He is already mouthing the jock pouch, grunting and murmuring about how it smells of sex and piss.  My dick is soon down his throat.  He takes me to the root, choking, to get some deep throat spittle on my cock.  When my dick is wet and slippery, I tell him to get on the bench.  He moves in place.  I find the coconut oil and then kneel behind his full ass.  My tongue finds his hole and drills into him.  It flowers open at my touch.  I smear some of his spittle on it and poke it into place with my tongue.  I grease my dick as I eat him out, spitting more and more of our combined spit into him.

I stand.  I slide in.  Relentlessly.  Until I bottom out.  Dave pants.  But he takes it.  He even gives me a “Fuck, yeah!” as he feels my tangle of pubes grind against his hole.  I begin a languid fuck stroke.  Slow and easy.  I drool some more spit down onto my engorged cock.  I watch it disappear into Dave’s hungry ass. 

I pull out.  “Clean me,” I tell him as I move to his mouth.  I love the bench for going from one hole to the other.  He cleans me ravenously, catching sight of himself in the mirror.  For just a millisecond he pauses to really see his mouth stretched wide cleaning the cock straight from his ass.  He grunts and goes back to giving me expert oral service.

I move around and go up his hole—now with just his spittle as lube.  There is little difference as his ass is making lube to help with the intruder.  Suddenly my left leg goes up in front of his left knee.  I continue the fuck.

“Damn, that’s deeper,” he groans.

And it is.  Wonderfully so.  I work it slowly until his second hole opens for my flaring cock head.  Now I pick up speed until he is moaning in time with my thrusts…

*

I adjust the stirrups on the sling chain to give him a more comfortable angle for his legs.  I kneel and spend a long time eating his freshly fucked hole.   Eventually I stand and fuck him some more.  I give him the chance to taste his ass on my dick, though it is not as easy here as on the bench.  But he wants it—and contorts his body around to clean me of his ass jizz.

I fuck him some more.  I piss on his ass crack—letting some pool inside him.   I fuck it deeper.  And then kneel to eat it out.  I go back in and fuck him.  Then I pause, staying deep inside of him.  “Feel like eating my ass?”

He does.  We change places.  He sits on the fisting chair and devours my hole.  I do a hit of poppers and let him feast away.  When my head clears, I think hard and splash some piss up in the air.  It lands on my balls and runs down my ass crack.  He licks me clean reveling in the additional flavor.

“I have some extra loads for you.”

This stops him mid-lick.  He helps me out and I go find them in the freezer.  He’s already back in the sling and stirrups, all on his own, before I’m back with the two condoms.  “This one is from the bookstore…” I turn the condom inside out right next to his hole and push the frozen hunk of sperm into him. 

Dave groans.

“This one is all me.”  I do the same with my bigger load.  My finger follows into his abused ass and pokes them both deeper.  I replace my index finger with my dick.  I feel them already beginning to melt.   I fuck him hard.  I pull out and let him taste the cum on my dick.  He licks up every drop he can find on my cock.

I go back and kneel to felch a little.  I can’t get much.  But just enough to make my dick even harder.  I fuck Dave hard enough to make the sling frame move in rhythm with me.

“I want to eat your ass again,” he tells me.  I am fine with that—but suggest the rimseat for variety.  He goes under and I sit on it. His tongue invades—deeper than he’s ever been in me. I give a sharp intake of breath—and then relax. 

“Take a hit,” he mumbles.  I reach for the poppers.  They do the job—and I begin babbling about how it feels and how deep I am going to breed him.  When I come down from the mists, I know I am actually ready to breed.  I give him a few more minutes of butt licking, before I stand and order him to the bench.

Once Dave is in place, it’s my turn for a quick lick of his leaking hole.  The frozen cum leaking from him is turning me on even more.  I stand up and fuck him hard.  Almost instantly, I shoot a mini-load, without the full on every-nerve-vibrating feel.  I pull out and lick up the leakage, which is now a steady drip.  I am still hard.  My cock very red.  I rear up and plunge in.  This time I explode with every fiber of my being.  I empty my balls fully into his spasming hole…

Art In My Playroom (Part 4)

You would think that there would be no room left on the walls of my playroom, but that is not the case.  I have a series of five works by the American artist who signs himself as Drubskin or just Drub. 

 

 For one of my birthday’s my brother sent me a greeting card with this image.  I was intrigued and looked the artist up online.  I loved what I saw.  I loved the color, the imagery and, of course, the glorification of the fetishes I love. 

Over the years, my brother continued the tradition until I have a series of five of Drub’s work.  I have them grouped together—each a fetish I love and is available to the men who come to the playroom.

I chose to share the watersports picture first, as tomorrow’s post is all about Dave drinking from the tap between fucks…

 I will feature the others sporadically.

 

If you want to see more of his work beyond what I own, I recommend his website, where he has a huge gallery of images.  Support our living gay artists. 

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