New Faces and Old Fuck Buds...and lots of cum

 Near Home—December, 2024

After the fun Saturday at the bookstore detailed in the last two posts, it should not be much of a surprise to learn that I wanted more.  I had the Sunday afternoon free and off I went…

 

There are five men in the room.  One is bent over, naked from the waist down.  This is a very tall white man is leaning on a chair.  His ass is being finger fucked by a guy I recognize.  (He is the Black guy who took three inches of my dick and thought he had all of it in his ass.)  They are using the chair I usually sit in.  The guy using his fingers insists I need to sit to his right and fuck the ass in front of him. 

My hackles go up.  I don’t like being told what to do the second I walk in.  I sit slightly away from them for the moment, telling them I need a minute.  But I don’t get it.  The tall guy comes over and grinds his naked ass on my mound, before I can even unzip.  The guy who was fingering, wipes his slick hand on some paper towel and offers me head.   I am not ready for that either.  I say so—and seemingly offend him. 

The tall guy gets off me and goes to piss.  I open my fly and stroke myself hard.

“That’s it, man!”  The tall guy is back.  He takes a huge hit of poppers, knocks my hand away and sits on my cock.  It feels good, of course, until he takes a second hit and begins riding me with no control. I am in fear of him pulling off me mid plunge and bending my cock.  He can’t keep the angle as the poppers are making him wobbly.  I forcefully grab him by the hips, hold him in place and tell him to slow down or stop.  Now he’s offended.

I jerk to the hot, bisexual porn on the screen.  I suggest to the bossy finger fucker he could suck me now, if he wanted.  He doesn’t seem to want my dick, now that an ass has been on it.  He goes off to suck another man across the way.  I watch.  As usual, it starts well with this cocksucker, but then he does the exact same stroke (with his hand and into his mouth) every time.  Every. Time.  I am glad I have avoided him for the moment.

There is a big 30-something cub across from me.  He makes an inviting gesture to join him.  I go over.  He strokes my cock, gently and with longing.  He apologizes that after breaking his jaw, he can no longer suck someone of my diameter.

I sigh inwardly.

“But I can.”

It’s the man sitting next to the cub.  I didn’t think I knew him, when I saw him sitting in the shadows, but now I realize he is a man that I have fucked here.  He is handsome and in his mid- 40’s.  I am fairly sure he’s married to a woman.  The wedding ring is one of the widest I’ve ever seen—and that left hand is wrapped around my cock.

He pulls me towards his mouth—and he swallows me down.  The Cub, thoughtfully, reaches over and begins a soft caress of my balls, not getting in the way of the blow job I’m getting.  I stand and let these two men have their way with me.  All the tension of the first 15 minutes melts away with this really pleasant moment.

The guy offers the Cub my cock to suck.  He licks my balls instead.  The sucker goes back to my shaft and I have two tongues on me at the same time.  I sigh in contentment.

“You need to fuck him—and I’ll felch your cum out of him.”

I have no idea where this new guy came from, but he is right in my face now.  I recognize him, too.  I had fucked and shot in a bud of his so he could have his first felch, back in the old theatres.  The 40-something guy gets up and drops his trousers.  He kneels on the wide seat.  I go to my knees and begin to rim him as he jerks.  The would be felcher pushes my face into the big butt, holding me there for a moment.  Then he goes over to play with the Cub. 

I get the man’s hole very wet.  I tongue him over and over.  Deeper and deeper.  Finally, I stand up.

“Go slow…”

I do.  I inch into him.  He jerks faster.  I begin to fuck.  I slowly build the tempo.

“Oh, fuck!”

He is shooting all over the seat.  It feels great, his ass milking my cock, as he does fires out his load.  I look for the Felcher.  He’s gone.  Well, there was nothing for him to do anyway.  I pull out and the guy apologizes for the short fuck.  I tell him it was still hot—and it was.

I take my wet cock over to the tall guy.  I tell him to bend the same way he was being fingered.  He listens to me—and does it.  Now I’m in control.  I fuck him hard.  He goes wild with a double hit of poppers, but he can’t pull off me in this position.  Maybe it’s a hate fuck, but he loves it and it leaves him panting…

*

There is a major change in men.  The Cub is now the only one of the original group from when I arrived.  We have three new men, all stroking, but seemingly, not looking for more.  I suck the Cub’s tiny dick.  It wilts—and he decides to take off.

I stroke.

The door opens.  It is a man I know from here, but first met up at the house parties in Grand Rapids.  He is some sort of Latin mix, late 30’s and mostly top, with a shaved head and direct manner.  He smiles and sits next to me.  He opens his fly and takes out a dick that is every bit as big as mine…but with a foreskin.  He like the rather nasty straight porn that is playing as much as I do.

“Suck my dick…” he breathes in my ear.

I go to my knees.  I have to really open wide to take his juicy cock head into my mouth.  But he likes what I’m doing, giving a little moan every time my tongue cleans out his piss slit.  I pull off and lick his slightly ripe balls.  This makes him jerk himself as I tongue them.

“Stand up and give it to me.”

He is sitting in the end seat so I stand and step to the side, so I don’t block the screen.  He turns and takes me into his mouth, doing all the things to me that I just did to him.  I can tell he is going to cum with his mouth on my cock.  I take a hit of poppers so I can join him.  As the fumes hit, he starts to blast out his load.  He stops sucking and stands up to cover the floor.  I really want to feed him, but there is no way now to stop my own orgasm.  I step next to him and splatter the floor, where our cum mixes in a vast white viscous mess on the black linoleum…

Bookstore Surprises, Part Two: "Fuck That Whore!"

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Bookstore Surprises, Part One: "You Want that Big Dicked Guy to Fuck You?"

 Near Home—December, 2024

I saw the Michigan family for Christmas and came home with a head cold.  It was a misery on day one and cleared up in 24 hours to just minor post nasal drip.  And with it clearing, my big ol’ dick demanded attention. 

I went to the local bookstore that Saturday afternoon…

 

I walk in and sit in my usual chair (I almost always get it as it is too conspicuous for many.)  I take out my hard cock and stroke.  I glance around.  It is a room full of men--and with men I don’t recognize.  Being gone two months has altered the cast of characters.  I look again, a little dumbfounded.  Nine of us have our dicks out and are stroking.  The tenth, the youngest man in the room, has his hand shoved down the front of his jeans and is obviously massaging his crotch.

The tension in the air is high.

The men sitting on either side of the young man, reach for him simultaneously.  One pulls up his shirt, the other opens his pants.  They lean in and begin to lick his very hairy body.  The whole room watches the young man writhe and pant at all the attention.

“You want to get fucked?” says the man who has been licking his nipples.

The young man nods.  Jeans are pulled all the way off by the who opened his pants.  The older guy goes in for some better oral with the stripped-down young man.  The other older guy licks his hairy chest.  They can’t get enough of the taste of his young flesh.

The old guy working his top sits up.  “You want that big dicked guy to fuck you?”

He points to me.

The young man all but blushes and nods his head. 

I stand up and go over.  The guy licking below the waist, stands up, making room for me.  I smile.  He wasn’t licking cock.  He was mouthing T-cock.  The handsome boy is transmale.  He’s had top surgery and is obviously on testosterone.  I go to my knees and begin tonguing his swollen nub.  The young man writhes.  I make him shudder.  We pause for a moment and he hands me a condom.  I open it and roll it on.  It’s a slim fit rubber—and it makes my cock feel like an overplump bratwurst.  But I go with it.

The young man hunkers down in the chair.  The old men on either side hold onto his legs.  I lube up and begin to work my way into his front hole.  He holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  I re-lube and try again.  My head pops into him.  He is incredibly tight.  I just hold in place.  And wait.  I get the nod.  Another inch goes in.

I wait.

“Take it out.  Let’s try me on all fours.”

He kneels on the chair.  I move in.  My cock finds his ass.  He jumps, reaches around and re-directs me.  Between how he’s kneeling on the low chair and tall me, it is the worst possible angle.  He takes three inches of me once again.

I suggest he sit on me.  We change around.  This works.  He takes half my cock, but just can’t take any more.  He stands up.  Disappointed.  And is all apologies.  My answer is to lick him to orgasm—a loud one, that makes every man in the room stroke (or suck the dick in their mouth) that much harder.

The guy stands up, shakily and gets dressed.

“Let me fuck that pussy.”  It’s a man who arrived during my second round of oral with the FTM.  He is a swarthy young man who looks Middle Eastern with a full black beard.  His dick is likely the right size, around seven inches and thin.  It’s hard, the foreskin pulled back, as he’d been stroking to my oral sex.

The FTM does not pay any attention to him—just gets dressed and takes off.

“Damn,” says the would be top.  “I wanted that.” He is very close to cumming.  I kneel in front of him.  He won’t let me touch his cock with my mouth but he jerks off into my cupped hands.  A huge load, even for one so young.  I taste it.  And again, much to his delight.

A man moves into my field of vision.  Finally, one I know.  I stand up and cover my cock with the Arab’s cum.   The Arab smiles and watches the other guy follow me as I sit down.

“Let me suck that, Sir.”

I sit down and let him.  He’s the man I know from both bookstores, the one who loves having his face fucked (especially against the wall or a pole) and who drinks my piss.  He loves to choke himself on my cock.  I have sometimes called him the Choker.  He kneels and cleans my cock of the Arab’s cum.  He is delighted.  “You know how to treat me right,” he murmurs.

He goes for my cum covered balls now.  He laps them up until they have only spit left on them.  I am able to see that the entire room is playing now.  There are two pairs of blow jobs and the other men are stroking and enjoying the show or perhaps playing with the chest of the suckee.  The Choker goes back to my dick.  He deepthroats me and does what he loves, choking on my dick, making his throat involuntarily squeeze my cock head.

A man stroking next to me stands up.  He offers me his dick.  I suck him as the Choker works every inch of me.  This new guy has a true pencil dick.  Long and super thin.  It fits effortlessly down my throat.  He begins to fuck my face.  Both the Choker and I are disappointed that he pulls out and shoots his load on the floor. 

“I think I have piss.”

He pulls off my dick and sits on his heels.  I stand.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  He knows not to suck or tongue me.  He waits.  A moment.  Two.  And is rewarded.  The piss flows out of me and deep into his stomach.  He moans.

I would love to know if any of the other guys knew I was feeding him something other than the usual.  We don’t get any odd looks at all.

I sit back down.  The Choker sucks my cock and balls again—as if he hadn’t touched them before—as a thank you for the piss.

The door opens.  Another man I know.  The Road Worker.  He is not in work clothes today, his shoulder length blond hair juts out from the ball cap he wears.

“You know him?” asks the Choker.

“I have sucked his cock once.  And he’s done me, too.”

“Have you fucked him?”

“I have never even seen him get fucked.”

“He’d love your dick.  He’s a whore.”

“This guy?” I ask, looking at the Road Worker who now sits down, leaving lots of seats between him and others.

“Just be ready…”

The Choker moves to the Road Worker.  Soon he is sucking the younger man’s cock.  Road Worker likes to be in control.  He stands up and fucks his face.  When the Choker pulls off him, he says something to him I can’t hear.  But his head gestures in my direction.  Road Worker looks at me.  I know he’s seen me fuck others.  He pulls out of the Choker’s mouth and walks over, his hard cock swaying.  He stops, inches from me.

“You can fuck me if you’ve got poppers…”

(To be continued…)

Strangers with Hard Cocks

 Near Home—December, 2024

 

I was home.  Alone.  And horned from all that time in the car the day before.  I tried to talk myself out of going to the bookstore on Christmas Eve.  I mean, really, who’d be there?  But I had the time as I wasn’t headed to the cousins until Christmas Day.  I suddenly really wanted to go, even if I was the only man there.

I went.

The two main clerks, who have known me now for years, welcomed me back, all smiles.  I went into the theatre, not knowing what to expect…

 

There are four men in the theatre.  I recognize two by sight.  In the far corner, where he can only see the straight screen, is a white man, 40+, who is jerking.  I know from experience he does not let anyone touch him.  I sit in my usual seat, where I can swivel a little and see both screens.  Behind me, near the gay screen, is the other guy I recognize, a tall Latino with a very small dick.  He is absently stroking his cock as he works his phone.  I know him as he had participated once during a group sex moment, sucking my dick and vice versa. 

To my right is an old man on his phone.  He does not look at the other men or the videos.  Just his phone.  That keeps dinging.  Loudly.  Two chairs away from me is a short white man, a little mousey.  He is wearing a long red stocking cap, as if he were still outside.  He is stroking openly to the straight video.

He looks at me as I take out my dick.  He watches it get hard.  He gets up and sits next to me. 

“Wow.”

“Thanks.”

“May I touch it?”

“Sure.”

He does.  In moments, he is on his knees in front of me.  The sucking, which is pretty good, lasts for maybe two minutes, before he stands up and sits back in his seat.  “I’ll get too excited fellating that—and I just got here.  I don’t want to blow yet.”

I nod.  “Don’t waste it when you do shoot…”

He nods, then gets the full meaning, that I’d take his load.  He nods.

In five minutes of stroking, he looks at me, eyes pleading.  I get on my knees and begin to suck.  The door opens and a man walks in.  He sits near the ‘don’t touch me guy.’  I touch stocking hat’s balls and he erupts down my throat.  He hasn’t shot in days.  He shakes and holds onto my shoulders.  He thanks me and leaves as I sit back down.

Instantly, the new arrival comes over and sits in the vacated chair.  He unzips and shows off a good seven incher.  He has chiseled features that have aged well.  He looks like the dad you see dropping off his college aged son at the dorm.

“Suck me, too?”

I don’t hesitate.  I kneel.  He pushes his pants down to his ankles.  He’s in a rush to get home, I think.  He loves my mouth and tells me so.  He lasts for about five minutes before he gives up a load every bit as big or bigger than the first guy.  He reaches for a napkin as I clean up his cock with my tongue.  He finds there is nothing for him to wipe up.  He pats my shoulder and takes off.

Two men come in.  One I know well and the other a stranger.  The young man I have slowly trained to play in public is the first in.  He makes a beeline for my cock, kneeling and sucking it to the root.  The other is a 30-ish guy, Black, dressed in grey sweats.  He sits across from the Latino and shoves his hand down the front of his sweatpants. 

While I’m getting excellent head from the young man, Don’t Touch Me stands up and fires off a big load all over the floor.  He cleans up and leaves. 

My cocksucker is tiring.  He takes a break.  I apologize I’m not ready to shoot yet.  He shrugs, ready to do some more.  His phone dings.  He finds it, reads it and takes off.

The old man finally puts his phone away and walks out the door.

There are now just the three of us.  I turn to the Latino.  He has been stroking his dick for the Black guy, who is sitting across from him.  Now that we are alone, the sweat pants come down and he shows us both his dick.

All three of us stand up.  The two of them reach for the other’s cock.  I go to my knees and suck first the Latino and then the larger cock of the Black man.  They play with each other’s nipples through fabric.  When I switch back to the Latino’s dick, the other man goes behind him, stroking his wet cock against the ass of the man I’m sucking.

The Latino’s phone goes off.  He pulls up his pants and takes off.  The Black man’s cock has wilted slightly with the interruption.  He sucks me briefly, but you can tell that’s not his thing.

“Let me rub my dick on your ass.”

“I’m no bottom.”

“I won’t go in.  Promise.

I look at him for a long moment.  I drop my pants.  He turns me, so I am facing away and he rubs his deflated cock down the hair of my butt cheek.

“Nice,” he croons.  “This way I’ll be able to give you the load you want.”  He does it again.  I can feel his cock stiffen up.  He goes nowhere near my pucker, he just rubs the now drooling cock through the down on my ass.  Over and over.

“Oh, man….Ready.  Now, TAKE IT!”

I spin around and go to my knees.  He gives me a big, delicious load, moaning all the while.  He lets his cock soften in my mouth.  I clean him up.  He hugs me and wishes me a “Merry Christmas.”

I am alone in the room.  I don’t see things getting better than what I’ve already done.  But the door opens.  A good-looking white man in his 50’s walks in.  He doesn’t sit.  He just unzips and begins stroking his very hard cock.

“My mouth would feel better than your hand…” I murmur.

“Yeah.  I came for a good blow job.”

I walk over to him and kneel.  He pushes his super hard, Viagra-ed dick into my mouth.  He doesn’t want my skilled tongue work.  He wants to fuck my face.  And he does.  For maybe three or four minutes.  I just let him do what he needs.  And I’m rewarded—three or four strong blasts of cum hit the back of my throat.  He calls me a good boy as his cock drools out the final pearl on my tongue.

“Thank you for swallowing,” he says as he sits up and picks up his parka he’d tossed on a chair.  “I hate guys who spit.”

He was maybe six minutes in the room.

I realize, as I get up, that while I had certainly sucked some cock at the bathhouse these last months, I had mostly been the one sucked.  It felt kind of good to suck some dick to completion again.

I go back to my chair to retrieve my coat.

The door opens.  I sit back down.  A white man in his late 30’s comes in.  He gets out of his coat, but leaves his knit hat on his head.  He sits next to me.  The guy unzips instantly.  It’s a thin 5 incher, with a very pronounced head. 

“I could really use a mouth…” he whispers.

I go to my knees once more.  It takes a little longer.  But I give him just what he wants for Christmas…

On the Road for Hot Ass

 

I am on the road today.  I am trying out a new playground tonight.  I have heard good reports about it.  Of course, you will hear all the details in a week to ten days.   I have finished writing up all my Indiana adventures, but I have made it back a few times to the local bookstore (with interesting results!)

 

Today, for your viewing pleasure, I thought we’d celebrate some hot, hairy ass!

Sex All Over the Bathhouse

 Indianapolis—December, 2024

I was not sure if I would have another day off, but I thought I would likely be able to get away on my last Friday during the day.  That proved correct.  I had let both Silver Goatee and my mixed-race cumdump know I would likely be in attendance.  On the drive in, I got a text from SG.  He was having a horrid cleanout and told me to have fun without him.

I got there faster than usual.  The parking lot had a good number of vehicles in it.  I got my locker, stripped and headed to the sauna…

 

There are three men in it.  Two sit in the far corner.  The man being serviced has his eyes closed and a look of rapture on his shadowy face.  I can’t see anything about the man sucking his cock.  I sit near the third guy, a man around my age.  He nods at me.  I uncover my hardening dick and in moments he is between my legs, sucking my cock and instinctively licking my balls.

The guy getting serviced in the dark corner has an explosive orgasm.  The sucker moves to the door—and only then do I realize it’s my mixed-race bud.  He doesn’t see me and heads right for the shower.  The man on my cock is sweating profusely.  His sweat from the heat of the room, and his active sucking, is making for a light rain on my crotch.  It is not annoying—it is something of a turn on.  Finally, he calls is quits.  He needs air.

I sit for a moment, listening to the showers.  They’ve stopped by the time I get up and leave.  Towels are hung on the wall hooks—which means the steam room has men in it.  I pull open the heavy door.  A round of steam has just finished.  I make my way slowly to the back wall, then around the bend.  I can just see a knot of men having sex.  A large man seems to be bent over and getting fucked.  Through the steam, I can make out that there is a third man under the bent over bear.  He is sucking his dick.

A hand reaches out from the cloud of steam.   It carefully pulls my cock towards him.  It goes into his mouth.  I have no idea who is sucking me and I don’t care.  He’s good.  And is making little noises which tell me how much he likes my dick deep in his throat.

Another hand from another man finds my ass.  Someone has moved in very close to me.  He strokes my butt cheeks.  I feel his thick cock, wet and slippery, resting on the left one.  His finger finds my hole.  I bat it away.  He does it again—a little more insistently.  I slap at it again.  Harder.  He gets the message and just caresses my slim globes as the anonymous mouth pulls off my cock and goes for my balls.

And the steam kicks in.  In moments, I can barely breath.  I disengage and get out the door.  I dry for a moment in the deserted sauna, before heading upstairs.  I find two bears stroking each other in the small TV room.  I go to the big one.  I am alone in it, and I stroke to the porn. 

The door opens.  It is the young Latin man who fucked (with a condom) the mixed-race guy on the bench on my Black Friday trip here.  I had sucked his cock later—and eaten his ass.  He comes right to me.  He kneels and sucks my cock.  Quite well, for his age.  He pulls off an looks up at me.

“I want you to fuck me today.”

“You said I was too big last time.”

“Let’s see if you can make it fit…”

He sucks some more.  When he stands up, he hands me a condom.  I lube my dick and roll it on.  It’s a tight one.  I lube the latex and then, with him bent over and hanging onto the bench, I eat his ass.  He groans.  This excites me more—and I can’t stop slurping on his tiny little hole. 

“Fuck me now.”

I stand up and add more lube to my covered dick.  He reaches back to make sure I’m covered.  I push into him.  The head disappears and then another inch.  I pause.  He pushes back and takes the rest of me.

“Don’t move,” he instructs.

I stay still.  He starts to push and pull on my cock.  Fucking himself.  I reach around.  His cock is hard and dripping.  “Fuck…” I groan.

He picks up the speed.  But I take over.  My hips have stayed still too long.  I fuck him.  Hard.  My hips are smacking his bubble butt—making delicious sex music.

I slow—and he pulls off me. 

“Sit on the chair.”

I do.  He stands on the arms and lowers his ass onto my rigid cock.  He bounces.  Pleasuring himself.  And me.  Even with the damn latex. 

His legs grow tired fast.  He gets up, strips off the condom and gives me some more head.  He slobbers all over my cock, then looks up at me as I speak.

“I want to eat your ass once more.”

I don’t think he quite understands how different the experience will be, now that he has a slight gape.  But he bends and holds onto the built-in ledge.  He gets it the moment my tongue slides into him.  Deeper than before.  Giving us both real happiness…

*

I look for my mixed-race bud.  But I can’t find him.  His favorite room is closed and locked.

I give some head in the small TV room to a bear.  And he to me.  I hear noises in the next room—the room where the fuck bench and St. Andrew’s cross are located.  I go investigate.

A Black stud is leaning against the cross.  He is gym built and under 40.  His cock is being serviced by an older man with a shaved head and a young Latino I have not seen before.  Two other men are jerking as the stud’s cock is passed back and forth between the two mouths.

I stand to the side and wait to be included.  Shaved Head reaches for me and spends some time on my cock.  The Stud watches his sucker now doing me.  He reaches down and hefts my cock as Shaved Head catches his breath.

“Damn.  I’m usually the biggest guy here,” he murmurs.

And he does have a great dick.  But I’m slightly longer, and certainly thicker.  Now the Latino tries my cock and Shaved Head goes back to the Stud.  I caress the Stud’s hard pecs.  The two suckers switch cocks.  Then the Latino goes down on Shaved Head.  The Stud sees my cock unattended and bends to take it in his mouth.  For the first time I see his ass—gorgeously rounded and, as I touch it, hard as a rock. 

The two men on the floor now move to a 69 position.  I desperately want to lick the Stud’s ass, but I settle for taking a turn on his cock.  He moans, liking what I’m doing with it.

“One of you needs to fuck me,” says Shaved Head as he comes up for air, breathing hard.  The Stud is more than ready.  He tells Shaved Head to stand up and bend over.  Shaved Head holds onto the bench for support.  The Latino wastes no time is sucking my cock as I watch the Stud spit on his cock.  I offer lube, which he gladly uses.  His long black shaft disappears into the hairy ass of Shaved Head.  I begin fucking the Latino’s mouth, taking my cue from the Stud.  The Latino pulls off me and leaves.

I kneel, watching the fuck at eye-level.  The Stud reaches down and runs his big hand over the stubble on the top of my head.  I move around slightly, so I am behind the pumping ass of the Stud.  I lean in slightly.  He connects with me on the backstroke.  He makes a sound of surprise.  For a second, I think I’ve ruined the moment.  But no, for he slows his fuck stroke so me can grind his ass against my face and tongue.  He groans louder as my tongue finds his hairy hole.  He’s been sweating with all the sex.  I lap it up

He fucks harder.  And slower.

He grinds into my face a little longer now.

“You’re gonna make me shoot, fucker…”

I don’t stop.

And he doesn’t want me to…

In moments, he forgets about my tongue and just drills into Shaved Head.  His body shudders and he shoots his load, making a lot of noise.  One of the strokers gets off all over the carpet. 

Shaved Head is moaning.  “You bred me so deep…”

The Stud slowly pulls out of his ass.  “I think I know just what you want,” he says to me.  I want to suck his cock clean.  But I am just fine with the Stud pushing my face into the ass he just bred…

"You Shoot It So Deep"

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