Re-post: Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

 

Re-post:  Kevin at Toronto's Cum-Union

Toronto—September, 2016

I had finished up my work in Northern Indiana, gone to the piss party at the end of the week, and by the next Monday I was headed out of state for my annual trip to Canada.  I was going to spend most of my time in a slightly different place this year, but more on that later.  I started as I always do, with a trip to Toronto.

I had been in contact with Canadian Kevin, as he’s known on here. 

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We have met twice—at a CumUnion and at a Rough House event both held at the Toronto SteamWorks.  The two of us were both eager to see each other again—as our last two meetings had been aborted due to different family emergencies.  We timed it for the CumUnion night at SteamWorks.  I will need to find him in a sling room…

 

The energy of the bathhouse is high.  It’s crowded.  And hot.  I walk past the slurp ramp on the way to my room.  It’s packed.  I find my small room and change into my leathers.  I begin the circuit of the open doors.  He’s not in the best sling room—where we met—a room that has a closable iron gate so men can watch the action and stick their hard cocks through the grill work.  And he’s not in the room right next to it—where we played the second time.  I walk towards the corner room, aware of the stares of the guys I meet in the corridor—all in their towels.  Their eyes linger on my leather and the jock pouch full of swollen cock waiting to spring free.  Some are surprised.  Some love it.  One twink looks panicked.

The door is open.  It’s dark in the room.  A cute, young guy is fucking the hot man in the sling.  I’ve come to the right place.  I toss my bag on the bed and get my cock out.  I stick it in Kevin’s mouth.  At least I am pretty sure it’s Kevin with this low light.  Once I feel his mouth I’m quite sure.  The man fucking Kevin re-doubles his efforts.  He’s in the home stretch, it seems. 

“Fuck!”  He pulls out, rips off the condom.  Kevin lets go of me, but keeps his mouth open as he sits up in the sling.  The first spurt hits him on the chin.  The rest covers his gym built chest.  The top shoots us a grin and leaves.  I bend over and kiss his cummy lip hello.

We chat a little.  He tells me that he’s been here for an hour.  He’s had two cocks in him—but this was the first load.  He hands me the chalk.  I write on the wall:  Me.  Them.  Loads.  Two hashmarks under Them and one mark under Loads.  Cocks in his mouth don’t count in the tally.

I get on my knees—leaving the door open—and get to work on eating out his hole.  He’s juicy and ready from the men who’ve been up him.  I eat and spit.  Lick and swallow.  I suit up while I’m grinding my beard into his hole.  I stand up and enter him.

“I—I’d forgotten how thick you are,” Kevin grunts out.  I keep right on fucking.  We have visitors at the door.  A man about my age comes in.  He gets the idea and puts his dick in Kevin’s mouth.

I pull out and slap my engorged dick against the mound in Kevin’s black jock.  He pulls his dick out and begins jerking it.  I enter him roughly—matching the strokes of the man fucking Kevin’s mouth.

Eventually he fucks Kevin too.

And another. 

And another guy who only uses his mouth.

I mark the wall when there is a lull.  I’ve been up him 4 times, the same number as how many other dicks have been up his ass.  He has had one more load shot into his mouth as well.

We break and go for a walk to the slurp ramp.  I have Kevin service my cock.  I have an older man to my left.  He sticks his dick out hoping for a mouth.  I tap the back of Kevin’s head and move him to the new cock.  I watch him hungrily take the new man. 

I move Kevin back to me.

 And in the other direction to service a third dick.

When those guys move off, I take Kevin to the fuck bench that is in this area.  I fuck him hard and loud…but we can’t get anyone else to fuck him, though one burly bear uses his mouth.

I take Kevin to the shower and empty myself of piss all over his beautiful ass.  I lick some off—and let rinse off the rest.

We head back to the room.  We play much the same way.  Always on view.  Always encouraging.  Getting the occasional man to come in and play.

We use the public sling, too.  Lots of hands on his chest and his dick—but here no one else fucks him.

Leaving that area, we spy a man sitting in a lounge area.  Kevin looks at me.  I nod.  Kevin gets on his knees in front of the man with the biggest dick of the night.  He takes the ebony 10 incher deep into his mouth.  I get behind my boy and begin rimming his ass.  We invite the hung one back to the room.  He agrees.  And never shows up.

I mark the wall.

We take a break from each other.  I go off to roam a little on my own.  Kevin keeps the door open, lolling in the sling.

I use the slurp ramp again on my own.  I let two different men share my dick.

I walk through the glory hole area—but nothing catches my eye.

But rounding the corner a man sure does.  He’s lying in his own small room.  Somewhere between 25 and 35, beautiful dark black skin, a perfect bubble butt and a smile that, as he looked at me over his shoulder, made my dick get drip.  He nodded for me to come in.  He got on all fours, while telling me, with quite a heavy accent, that his name was Cedric and that he was in Toronto from Jamaica.  He finished his introduction with “And I want your raw dick in my ass.”

I knelt and got his hole wet.  I am pretty sure there was at least one load in there.  I want to eat him out forever, but I force myself to stop and stand up.

My dick eases in to him.  He lets out a musical moan as I bottom out in his hole.  Then:  “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I do.  But not for long.  I have an idea.   As I pummel his ass, I tell Cedric what I’m thinking.  He agrees enthusiastically.  I slow to a stop and we both go to find Kevin.

Kevin tells me he’s had one more with no load.  I introduce the boys and tell Kevin to lie on his back on the bed.  I tell Cedric to get on all fours above Kevin and so he can suck Kevin’s cock.  I enter Cedric’s ass centimeters above Kevin’s face and tongue. 

“Lick my balls,” I tell Kevin.  He does.  He loves this.  He loves watching me fuck other men raw.  I fuck Cedric hard.  Then pull my dick out.  Kevin attacks it.  He wants to suck me clean of Cedric’s ass juices.

I go back up Cedric.  We fuck.  Kevin cleans me.

I fuck some more.  I pull out.  “Open your mouth,” I bark.  I shoot my load into Kevin’s mouth.  My dick follows.  Kevin grabs his own cock and beats his load out of it as he cleans me up.

We thank Cedric—who gives me his card.

I mark the wall—leaving it for the clean-up crew.

Me                   Them               Loads

8                      6                     4

This was published on November 5, 2016.  If you go to the actual post, there is a picture of Kevin.

IML 2025

 I am in the middle of my IML weekend.  (International Mr. Leather, if you don’t know.)  So, I am in and around Chicago, where it is held every Memorial Day.  I am not doing the host hotel.  I just can’t get any rest there…and that is important to fuel my play.

 

 My Friday night fun was on the way into the city.

The huge piss party was Saturday

I see friends tonight at their house (if they get back with me)

Monday is the Fornication Party.  Pornstars mix with us lesser mortals.

All reported here in the weeks to come.  (And none of these pictures are those events....)

"Make Me Drip with It!"

 Near Home—May, 2025

I was very busy with ‘life’ things in May.  It seemed like I never had time to arrange a session in the playroom.  Instead, I used the bookstore.  I had a number of shorter visits there.  I may group some of them together.  This one is good enough to stand alone…

 

Monday afternoon.  I never go on Monday, as the guys have all been there on the weekend.  But it’s the only time I have.  The room is empty but for one man.  He has his dick out as I sit down.  Instantly he begins talking.  To me and to the woman on the screen.  “Aw, I thought you’d take it in your ass.  You tease.  Didn’t it look like he was going up her ass…??”

Now he begins pacing around the room.  Is he showing off his hardon?  I can’t tell.  It is an average sized cock with a slightly bigger head than usual.  I wonder again if I’m supposed to say something about it.  Offer to suck him?  But he grabs his jacket, tucks his cock in his pants and leaves with “I’ll be back…”

A promise he doesn’t keep.

A cross dresser arrives and sits alone over to the side.  I use that term as I can’t imagine, from the slapdash way the outfit (and especially the wig) is thrown together that he/she would be trans. 

On His Phone comes in and sits alone, swiping his screen.

I sigh.  I am ready to go right now…

The Voyeur comes in.  I end up with his dick in my mouth.  I even get a partial load.

And now things turn around.  Gym Built arrives.  He makes a beeline to sit next to me.  I go to the floor and begin to suck—but more importantly, to crush his nuts.  The Voyeur can’t believe his eyes.  He loves how I am (mis)treating Gym Built.  Even On His Phone gets off of it and comes to stroke to my abuse of this well-built, hairy man.  I pull his ball sack out and away from his body.  He moans.  I crush his nuts between the palms of my two hands as he jerks.  He gasps and begins to pant.  I suck his cock as my left hand finds his nut sack and pulls straight down until he is mewling with pain/pleasure.  I do it all again and again.  Gym Built can’t stop moaning.

I come up for air, still pulling his balls.  He strokes his cock and it erupts.  I lean forward and take his load in my mouth.  He groans and lets me clean him up.  He gently tucks his balls away, squeezes my shoulder and takes off having gotten exactly what he wanted.

I sit back down.  An older Latino arrives.  I used to see him all the time in the old set up, but I think this is the first I have bumped into him in the new space.  He strips naked, stowing his clothes under the chair next to mine and begins to suck me.  I relax and let him go to work after all my exertions on Gym Built.

A hot shaved headed guy in his late 30’s comes in and makes for On His Phone (likely sourced from that ever-present phone.)  I watch him suck OHP as I enjoy the mouth on me.  This young man gets OHP off easily, who then quickly leaves.  The shaved head hottie comes over and watches my cock being sucked.  He unzips.  His cock is thin, with a nice curve to it.  I nod to him and he sticks it in my mouth.

He is a great precummer.  I keep swirling it around his cock head.  He groans. 

We all shift around.  Now the shaved head guy is in my chair.  I am in his mouth, thrusting away, and the Latino is on the curved cock I was just sucking.  We get a little noisy.  This turns the Voyeur on no end—who is stroking off to the side.

We make another rotation.  The Latino sits. The Hottie sucks the cock he hasn’t had yet, kneeling in front of him.  I am more than fine feeding the Latino my cock once more.  We slurp and sigh, lick and moan.  No one is in a hurry to get off.  We finally take a break, all three of us, quite contented.

The Latino goes over sucks the Cross Dresser.  The Hottie goes to piss. 

The outer door opens and in come a man who was here and watched me fuck the guy who told me not to shoot in his ass, but still had me up his butt three times (see Can I Ride That?)  I didn’t talk about him as I had no dealings with him.  He is likely in his 40’s and a good paying customer at his local gym.  He wears a tee with the sleeves ripped off, exposing his biceps that are almost as big as my thighs.  His chest makes the fabric taut, outlining all his hours of work.  His face is handsome, and he has a mass of dark blond hair. 

He's hot.  And he wants my dick.

“I saw you the other day and missed out,” he says softly, leaning into my ear.  “Let me suck that.”  He sits in a chair and indicates I should stand in front of him.  I do.  He takes me into his mouth.  Fuck!  I have had good mouths on me all day, but this guy is special.  It’s a thick tongue in a bigger than average cavity.  And does he know how to suck.  I envision him in the locker room at the gym, sucking off every body builder there before they hit the showers… 

I come back to reality.  He is working just my cock head with his tongue.  He reams the piss slit, making me drool.  Now he’s taking half my length, teasing me just before I really go down his throat.  He pulls off and licks my balls.  That massive tongue makes me squirm in pleasure.  There is as much muscle there as on the rest of him.

He takes my full length.   Quickly and to the root.  His deep throating is amazingly effortless.  He chokes on purpose to give my cock an additional massage with his throat.  He comes up for air, but keeps just the head in his mouth.  Then it’s back down, deep throating all my inches—and choking.  This time as he pulls off me, there are gorgeous strands of deep throat spittle.  His fingers twist them around and around my wet cock.  He swallows my coated cock again.  Now pulling off with new pearly strands of spit.

Wet and wonderful.

I urge him to do it all again.  He does.  He can’t get enough of my thick dick.

I feel my balls tighten.  He sees them do it.  He licks them once more.  Pulling them up, once they are spit coated, to lick under them.  That thick tongue against my cock ring makes me groan.

“You want my load?”

His answer is to rip off his tee shirt.  “Cover my chest.  Make me drip with it!”

I am surprised, but I am so close I don’t care.  I fire blast and blast.  My cum clings to his chest hair.  He instantly begins massaging my load into his massive pecs.  I wipe the last drop on his lip.  His tongue finds it. He swirls it with his spit and drools it out of his mouth to join the wet, viscid load now matting his chest…

“When It’s Time to Unload, Find Me.”

 Jackson—May, 2025

 

The bookstore that is half video theatre/half bathhouse has had really good foresight in promoting a special event.  A group of men had independently said ‘Let’s always meet here on the second Saturday of the month.’  The manager heard of it and promoted it with signage all over the store.  It has worked.  The crowds on any second Saturday are always bigger than average.   

I took off, just before noon, to see what trouble I could get into…

 

It’s packed.  I take the last parking place in the vast lot.  Once I am in the lounge, I can barely move.  Maybe it’s just as well, as I can’t really see in the dark space after driving in on this bright spring day.  The crowd moves—and so do I.  I go to my usual spot where I can watch five different screens.  More of them are of gay content today, with the expected crowd.  I watch three men being blown.  I sit off to the side on the huge couch.  I watch as the man sitting in my usual chair here contorts and gives up his load to a hungry sucker.  The spent guy gets up—and I take his chair.

I get the same cocksucker on me.  It’s the Choker.  I haven’t seen him in quite some time at either location.  He does his usual proficient job.  As he comes up for air, he asks for piss.  I can’t help him out.  Yet.

My wet dick feels cool to the air.  But not for long.  A white guy, 50-ish, with iron gray hair and wearing a Northwestern University sweatshirt, steps up.  He grabs my cock in a death grip.  I tell him to ease up.  He actually listens to me, goes to his knees and begins to lick the cock he tried to strangle.  He turns into a talented cocksucker.  Even with that massive wedding ring that keeps catching the light as he strokes my balls.  He tries every trick in the book to get me off.  He really wants my load.  But I’ve just arrived.  I finally tell him to take a break.

A man with a shaved head, who I recognize from here, nods to me from the next chair.  He is getting his cock worked over by a guy that looks like he’s from the great north woods.  (Likely just the gay campground up the road.)  The guy getting done smiles and nods to me.  I nod—and at that moment, the gay cock sucking couple from my usual haunt pass by. 

Shaved Head is instantly on my cock.  He is moaning a lot in the back of his throat.  It provides a great little extra bit of vibration to the sucking. 

The mountain man, who’s beard is massive, finishes up on the guy sitting near me.  He nods to me as he leaves.  Then he bends to my ear: “I need that in my mouth today.”

I nod.  The guy he’d been sucking gets up.  He comes over to feed me his wet cock and Shaved Head moans into my balls.  I do love to have a dick in my mouth as mine is being sucked.  It was a moment that didn’t last long, but it really got my balls churning.

A series of men, who I don’t remember at all, suck me as I stay in place.  There are three, maybe four, of them.  Nothing special, other than their love of big dick.  Finally, I need to take a break and walk around. 

The slurp ramp has all three holes being used.  Every curtained cabana is full.  I go to the back room with the medical table.  There is the same guy with a shaved head who I’d just sucked.  He is lying on the table, getting his cock sucked by a younger man.  The guy sucking is stocky.  Bending over to suck makes his ass jut out.  He is wearing walking shorts that ride low, revealing the waistband of a jock.  He sees me watching.  Never stopping the sucking, he deftly undoes the front of his shorts and they slip to his ankles.  It a plump and furry butt, beautifully framed by the white straps of the jock. 

I kneel, in reverence to such a thing of beauty.  He moans in surprise that it is my tongue that invades him.  “Eat that ass before you fuck it,” says the guy getting his cock sucked.  This guy’s hole is opening easily with my probing tongue.  He moans around the cock in his mouth.  I stand up and slide in.  Now he’s groaning.  But still sucking.  And clenching down on my cock.

“Fuck him!” says my buddy on the medical table.  “Give him that big dick.”

I pick up speed.  My hips are slapping his full, furry ass, making a lot of noise.  A crowd gathers.  Men jerk off to our fuck—but not one of them wants to take over from me.  I slow down.  I pull out.  I eat his butt again.  He is wonderfully wet.  He moans.  I stand back up and fuck him again.  The guy he was sucking now holds the younger man, cradling him in his arms as he takes my cock.  It’s a moment that is maybe hotter than the hot fuck. 

I slow and pull out.  The young man straightens up, turns and gives me a hug.  “When it’s time to unload, find me.”

I smile, deliberately not saying yes or no.  I go explore.  I end up on the big couch—and in the mouth of the mountain man.  He is incredible.  He has technique for sure.  But there is something extra—maybe just a palpable love of what he’s doing.  He worships my cock.  And balls.  And the musk under them.  He can’t stop licking and sucking.  And I’m in no hurry.  I let him do whatever he wants.

“I haven’t been fucked by a cock this big in years.  Would you?”

He doesn’t want to do it right here.  We search.  The cabanas are still full.  I suggest the medical table, but it now is occupied by a blindfolded older man who is getting no action.  I make to ask him for the space, but am stopped by the mountain man.  “He won’t move; don’t even try.”  We settle for a chair.  He strips naked and kneels.  His ass is almost the exact opposite of my earlier fuck—hairless and thin.  His hole, as I find it with my tongue, has seen a lot of work over the years.  He has permanently swollen ass lips that are a delight to make even bigger.

Again, we attract a crowd, but smaller this time.  I stand up and enter him.  Slowly.  Inch by inch.  He is panting.  His cock had been rock-hard for the rimming, but it wilts now.  He desperately jerks it to take his mind off the invasion in his ass.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And begin the fuck.  Slowly in and out.  A nice steady tempo.  He relaxes.  And is soon moaning out his pleasure.  He is fed a dick.  He takes it gratefully.  The dick in his mouth makes his own harden back up.   The guy in his mouth begins to fuck his face.  We match strokes—plowing into him in time at each end.

He groans again. 

“Want my load, fucker?” asks the guy in his mouth.

There is a choked affirmative.  The guy fucking his face let’s go.  Mountain Man touches his own cock at the same time.  He takes the load—and seconds later, his own load pours out of his dick and onto the chair seat.

I slow down and pull out.  I can sense he can’t take any more.  I offer my cock for a clean-up, but he is lost in his own little world of post orgasmic bliss…

*

I take a break and eat my lunch out in the car. 

I watch the crowd thin as I chew.

I go back.  I need to piss, but the Choker seems to be gone.  But the young man I’d fucked earlier is here.  And naked in the back room.  We still can’t get the medical table, but he is happy to kneel on the same chair I used to fuck Mountain Man.

“You still want that load?” I ask as I kneel and begin eating out his ass.  I am pretty sure another man has been up here since me, but I can’t taste cum.  It’s just been loosened up with a hard fucking.

“Please.  I love to leave here with cum in my ass.”

My tongue goes deep.  He moans.  And is rewarded with a cock in his mouth from a watcher.

I keep eating.  I feel more than see the guy in his mouth begin a face fucking.  I stand up and slide in.  The hairy young man stops sucking and concentrates on taking my dick.  He does.  He relaxes and takes the other cock into his mouth again.

I am really turned on by the fact that both the men I’ve fucked today have had both holes filled with dick at the same time.  It’s always made me hard.  I really want to rotate with the guy in his mouth, but he refuses my offer of his ass. 

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” I say, panting a little.  I am closer to shooting than I thought possible.  My cock has been very well used here this afternoon.  “You still want me to breed you?”

I know the answer, but I know how to work the audience. 

The cock in his mouth makes his answer turn into an affirmative grunt.  I speed up.  I am really fucking hard into him.  Just as suddenly, I stop, pull out and go to my knees for one last taste of his hot, wet hole. 

“Fuckin’ pig!” says someone in the crowd. 

I idly wonder which of us he means.  I stand back up, my cock rampant.  I slide in and begin to shower his hole with spurt and spurt of my creamy jizz…

"Can I Ride That?"

 Near Home—April, 2025

I had so much fun with Julian and Cute College Kid on the first Friday of the month, I made the unusual choice of going back the next day.  I tried the evening.  I’d had one Saturday night that was terrific, and one with the loud-mouthed talker.  This one was just bad. 

I did get off; a large man, with a micro dick, had a great mouth.  But it was hours before he stopped looking at my cock and sucked it.  Likely what slowed him down was the sprinkling of men—all looking sad and tired—watching the porn.  Once he waited them out, he did what was needed. I really don’t need to say any more.  I have recorded it here only because it happened.

 

Near Home—April, 2025

I waited until the next Friday afternoon to go again.  Much more fun…

 

I walk into the darkened room.  The moment I am through the door I can hear the sounds of sex.  A man is breathing hard.  There is the slurp of a wet mouth on hard cock.  I make my way to my usual chair.  It is dark in here today.  My eyes adjust and I see the naked ass of a man on his knees.  He is servicing a man who I can’t quite make out as he’s slumped down in his chair.  There are a couple of other men in the room, jerking to the porn and to the real thing.  One of them is the Voyeur.

I take out my dick.  The guy getting head straightens up.  I know him.  He is an occasional top at the house party in Grand Rapids (where I called him Latin Top.)  He is also the one that likes me to play with his hole as he fucks.  He is in his late 30’s and hot.  He nods to me.  I nod back.  His cocksucker re-doubles his efforts on him.

Latin Top groans.  Then moves.  He gets up and comes over to me.  He is as naked as the man sucking him.  He grins and grabs my cock, before leaning over and devouring it.  The cocksucker watches.  Hoping, I think, I get added to the mix.  When I am good and wet, Latin Top turns and, guiding me with his hand, pulls me up on my feet and towards his ass.  My wet cock head prods his pucker.  It breaks through and he lets out a muffled moan—of pain not good sex.  He pulls off my imbedded cock, spins the cocksucker around and pushes his own large cock into the sucker’s bare ass.

He begins to pump into the man.  His right hand leaves the guy’s hips and touches his own ass cheek.  I know the signal.  I kneel and my tongue connects with the hole I was in so briefly.  I stay still and let him impale himself of my hardened tongue.  He moans again, this time in pleasure. 

I lube up a finger.  It goes into him on the next backstroke.  “Fuck…” he breathes.  He increases his fuck tempo, my finger never leaving his bubble butt.  I stand up.  I pull out and try again with my cock.  I go in.  Again, I don’t thrust, I let him impale himself on the back stroke.  He groans.  And takes it.

“Fuck, YES!” he growls out.

Suddenly he twists off me and out of the cocksucker’s ass.  He shoots all over the floor.  I am surprised, but happy to catch the last drip of cum off his cock.  He grins at me and, grabbing his clothes, heads to the bathroom.

The naked cocksucker, white, anywhere between 45 and 50, goes to the Voyeur.  He settles down in front of him, on all fours, pointing his ass right at me.  I take the hint.  My wet cock finds his much looser pucker.  It all but sucks me right in.  I fuck, hard enough to help him go deeper on the Voyeur’s dick.  The Voyeur is in heaven—getting head and watching a fuck right in front of him.

Suddenly, the cocksucker pulls off him.  “Just don’t cum in me,” he pants.

That statement can be a boner killer, but I am fine.  He said it before I am remotely close to shooting.  I grunt an affirmative and fuck him harder.

I finally pull out, my knees tired of the hard linoleum floor.  I sit back in my chair and stroke to the sucking of the Voyeur.  In moments he gives the guy his load.  I am pleased the sucker swallows and doesn’t spit.

He gets up and comes to me.  “Can I ride that?”

I nod.  He sits, back to me, and begins to bounce.  He ass feels terrific this way.  I swear it’s wetter than when I left it.   He fucks himself hard, slamming himself down on my big cock.  Over and over.  When he tires, he pulls off me and instantly bends to clean me up.  He likes the taste of his ass juices so much, he settles right down between my legs and sucks me for a long time.

We break.  He sits next to me and jerks his cock.  The sight of mine is just too much for him.  He gets up and rides me again, just as hard.  I expect to hear/feel him cum this time, but he doesn’t.  He finally stands up fully and once again sits next to me.

“I am so close to shooting…” he murmurs.

I go to my knees and suck his cock.  He moans; he really is close.  His cock is dripping huge amounts of precum.  He sighs and fires into my mouth.  He thanks me and finds his clothes…

The Voyeur had stayed to watch the first riding, but he’s long gone now.  Two other men have left as well.  The only man left can’t get off his phone.

I am surprised that I am fine with getting on home, not hanging around to see if someone new will want my load.  I am fine with saving it.  I have already decided to do the second Saturday gathering tomorrow at the bookstore that is half video/half playspace.  My load will be put to good use there…

Two Favorites

 Near Home—May, 2025

My May hook-ups started with a bang.  Literally.  Two of my favorite men showed up on the same Friday afternoon.  The parking lot was full as I arrived.  I walked into a room of about ten men—every one of them horny and looking to play…

 

I can’t sit in my usual chair.  The main L shape of chairs is full of men.  Many with their cocks out.  One is being treated to a blow job.  (I love that the guy sucking doesn’t even pause as I walk by him.)  I sit to the side, next to a very old man, who has his walker off to the side.  I take out my dick.  It is instantly hard with all the sexual energy in the room.  Shaved Head has just come out of the shadows and is now sucking a guy who sits in my usual chair.  A third pair of men are jerking each other. I watch them, wondering where I’ll start.

I feel a hand.  It is the old man.  His finger swipes my piss slit and he is rewarded with a drop of precum.  He makes a show of licking his finger clean.  I let his soft hand stroke the full shaft.  He is delighted.  He keeps wiping my slit and licking his finger.  He makes the hottest sound of appreciation each time he cleans his forefinger.

Shy One, Shaved Head’s partner, comes over and kneels.  He sucks me.  His mouth is one of the best.  It’s a great way to start my afternoon.  He does everything I love, especially spending a long time on my nut sack.  He only gets up to give his partner a turn.  I wish they would both do me at one time—passing me back and forth.  But I can’t complain, their work has set my balls churning.

The door opens.  In walks Julian, the man I used to call Blond Bottom, before I learned his name and seen him top.  He sits on the other side of me, smiling.  In moments, he strips to just his socks.  He kneels and sucks me.  A few minutes into it, I stand up and begin pumping into his mouth.  (This delights the old man next to us!)  When I sit, Julian does my balls, but not before making me open my pants and pulling them to my knees.  He wants to lick up that ball sweat.  I groan.

On His Phone comes over, phone finally put away.  He hunkers down behind Julian and fingers his ass.  Julian pulls off me, whispering fiercely, “I hate fingers.  Use your damn dick.”

I pass OHP my lube.  He uses it—and slides in.  Julian loves it at both ends.  He groans around my cock—taking the anal pummeling easily.  When OHP tires, he sits next to me, in Julian’s chair.  I direct Julian’s mouth to his cock to clean him up and I go to eat his fucked hole.  He is literally dripping with ass jizz and OHP’s precum.  I slurp it up.  I smear some on my cock and push into him.  Julian stops sucking, coming up to moan.  I am likely twice as big as OHP and he is feeling every inch of me.  I fuck him slow.  I fuck him hard.  I look at the old man’s face—his eyes are riveted to Julian and how he is taking it.  Julian is panting.  The old man finds Julian’s hand on the empty seat with his own.  He takes hold of it.  I keep fucking, as the old man squeezes it, as connected to the fuck as if he were getting it himself. 

I slow down.  On His Phone is ready for round two.  “You want my load, don’t you?” he whispers to Julian.  I move to the side and watch him slide in.  No extra lube needed now.  I sit for Julian to suck me, but he is concentrating on working his ass so much, he ignores me for several moments.  Once he swallows me down, OHP fucks faster and harder.  In moments he is shooting deep into Julian’s talented butt.

I get up.  I clean up ONP’s cock for the briefest moment (It seems to embarrass him.)  I lick Julian’s butt.  He was wet before.  Now he’s awash with sex juices.  

“I’m going to fuck that load deeper.”

I do.  Hard and fast.

Julian needs to move.  He has me sit on the chair.  It’s my turn to hold the old man’s hand as Julian rides my cock.  The whole room can hear how wet his ass is.  When his leg’s tire, I have him kneel on the seat of the chair.  I thrust into him, gliding in with all the natural lube of one type or another.

“Cum inside him,” whispers the old man.  “That’s the best…”

It’s a surprising trigger.  It makes me shoot.  Julian can feel my cock head swell.  He clamps down milking me.  But it is one of those orgasms that make my balls empty, with not much feeling.  But it’s enough to make me stop and catch my breath.   I pull out and lick up any stray cum I’ve pulled out.

Julian is feeling the jizz joy.  He sits in the chair, panting.  He cleans my cock—and I go off to piss.  He’s gone when I come back out.

I am still hard.  And horny.  I sit on the other side of the room, in the short side of the L of chairs.  I watch the porn.  I let one man suck my cock.  He’s one of those that thinks he should get a load in three minutes work.  He goes off to another guy when I don’t deliver.

The door opens.  It is Cute College Kid.  He sees me and sits next to me.  He hauls out his dick.  He waggles it at me.  I go to my knees and suck him.   He is small enough my tongue can be everywhere and I never need to worry about teeth. 

He squirms away, pulling up my head.  I know he has a really short trigger and is likely ready to shoot.  He has me lick his balls to calm his dick down.

Then we reverse.  He is all over my big cock.  I make him do my sweaty balls, just like he did to me.  He stands up after a bit.  He steps out of his jeans, keeping on a loose, red t-shirt.  He stands to my side and gives me his cock to suck.  My fingers play along his ass crack.  He encourages it.  I pause the cock sucking long enough to wet my middle finger.  It finds his hole.  And enters.  I begin to fuck it into him in time with my mouth on his cock.  He groans.

And tells me to slow down.  I do.  But even that is too much.  He pulls away and sits, so he doesn’t shoot too soon.  I get out of my chair and kneel in front of him.  I raise his legs, and begin eating his butt hole.  It has a slight gape from my fingering.  He is in heaven.  I keep knocking his hand off his cock.  I want this to last.

A new guy stands near us.  CCK reaches for him.  He never connects, for my wet cock has replaced my tongue in his ass.  I have never fucked this man with more than two thirds of my dick.  That doesn’t change, but it seems to be an easier angle for him to take me.  He forgets about the other man and begins working his ass. He digs out his poppers.  He takes a hit and holds them under my nose.

Holy shit.  My head swims, but I don’t try to go deeper in him.  I just keep working his tight, wet ass.

“I’m going to…”

I can’t finish the words.  This time as my cock fires off a load, every nerve ending is screaming.  I buck into him, filling him with my ball juice.  The look on his face is ecstatic.  I stop moving with a shudder and let him milk me.  I slowly pull out.

I can’t quite put words together.  “All this time, and I’ve never bred you...”

He smiles.  “Well, it’s about time!”  He pulls me in.  A light kiss.  And he pushes my tongue down to his leaking hole…

The Stand-Up

 Near Home—April, 2025

 

It was the last Saturday of the month.  While fixing supper, I remembered that I’d had a really good Saturday night at the bookstore.  I decided to go once the dishes were done.  I parked.  The lot had a good number of cars…

 

I go in.  There are three men here.  All the customers, promised by the parking lot, are out front buying lingerie for their girlfriends or renting videos.  I look around.  It only takes one man to have great sex.  There is a white man around my age sitting along the wall.  He pulls out his phone every ten seconds or so.  He types something and puts it away again.  He never makes eye contact (with anyone) the entire time I am here.  On the other side of the room sits a Latino I recognize.  He is the guy who had let his cock be sucked for a few minutes on one of the afternoons I had been using Julian.  Unfortunately, his cock goes soft the moment it’s not in his own hand.  He glowers at me.  Likely for knowing that about him.  The last man in the room sits near the gay monitor.  He watches both screens.  He is Black, likely mid-thirties and a large man.  At one point he goes to the restroom.  When he stands up, he is at least 6’ 5”.  The hair on his head makes him seem taller yet.  As he comes back from his piss, he looks at me for a flash.  As I meet his eyes, he hurriedly looks away and returns to his seat. 

I stroke.  The others deal with their phone, scowl or watch the videos with no outward sign they like what they see.

For a good 30 minutes.

The door opens.  A Black man in his 50’s comes in.  He still works out and dresses to show it off.  And he’s loud.

He stands in the middle of the room, off to my left side and looks exclusively at the straight screen.  The woman getting railed in the video at that moment is very young and very petite and very white.  He likes this.  He begins a monologue about all the things he’d do to her if she were here.  What positions he would put her in.  How hard he’d fuck her.  How he’d not pull out and cover her face with his jizz (as was happening on the screen at that moment), but he’d knock her up.  “Cum inside.  That’s me.”

The video starts the next scene.  It’s a long intro, as the new young woman strips down for the camera.  This makes the raconteur, turn for a millisecond to the gay screen where a hot young man has two dicks in him, one in his ass and one in his mouth.  “Can’t take that,” he intones.  “That gay shit must hurt.”

The new straight scene starts.  He begins to tell us just what he thinks of “that skinny little whore” up on the screen.  His right hand goes into his pocket.  He is obviously squeezing his dick.  He tells all of us how many women he’s had.  And how they didn’t look like this scrawny thing. 

He turns to me.  “You ever get women here?” he asks, rather conspiratorially. (I am sitting with the straight video in front of me, so I must be straight, right?)

I shrug.  “A few, but rarely.”

He launches into a fresh soliloquy about how he’d fuck them in front of their husband.  “Give her back with all my baby makers in her.”

I nod.

He is quiet for a moment.  The young girl on the screen is now taking a massive cock in her ass.  “Damn,” he intones.  He is big for a white guy.  Stretching her out good!”

He is really squeezing himself.  He turns to me.  “What do you guys do when there are no women here?”

“There’s lots of men who love to take a dick.”

“I can’t stick it in no man’s ass.  Maybe his mouth would be ok, but I got a huge one.”

And he finally focuses on my own cock.

“Damn, Bro.  That’s a great cock.  That’s even bigger than me.”

I nod, appreciative of how hard that must have been for him to say at this point.

And he pulls his out.  It’s a very nice seven+ with foreskin.  “Which of these guys will suck me?”

I beckon him to come closer.  He does. 

“Let me take care of it,” I tell him.

He’s surprised.  (And I think he really is…he’s not that good an actor to feign it.)

I pull him closer, with my left hand around his balls. 

“Oh, fuck…” he mutters.  “Can’t believe…”

And my mouth envelops him.  He sighs from the very depths of his being.  And shoots.  It’s a big load.  He’s so surprised he’s shot, he stands still and lets me clean him up.  Then he comes back to his senses, shoves his dick away and leaves.  Silenced.  And in a hurry…

*

The four of us sit in silence.  I continue to stroke.  Phone Man leaves next.  Then the Latino. 

I stand up and go to the big man sitting in the chair near the gay screen.  “You’ve been looking at me all night.  Do you want my cock?”

He doesn’t answer.  He just leans forward and takes me to the root.  He’s great.  A big tongue that knows what to do.  He opens his fly.  He doesn’t have much, but there is likely more of it behind the layer of gut he has going on. 

I tell him I could be close.  I pull out and surprise him by taking his cock in my mouth.  I get another huge load with barely any work.  I stand up and just make it into his mouth before I shoot myself…