Ross Visits the New Playroom

 My Playroom—March, 2026

Ross, the fist bud I don’t see often enough, reached out with news that he had some free time.  Before I moved, he always came to the old playroom, set up in an upstairs bedroom.  Once he had a house of his own and very little time to meet, I had been taking the sling with me when I went north to visit him.  As we texted, he mentioned he wouldn’t mind seeing my playspace and get out of town for a few hours.  Of course, I encouraged him to come south.

He arrived, looking much more rested than his hectic schedule should allow.  I left him downstairs to undress and returned to my bedroom to strip.  I didn’t bother to tie my robe as I headed down again in jock and boots…

 

Ross is sitting totally naked on the bed as I hang my robe on the doorknob.  I move in front of him and he pulls me closer, so his nose is on the fragrant pouch of my jock.  He inhales.  Deeply.  He sighs and begins licking the fabric.  Eventually, he pulls the pouch to the side.  My cock, swelling and with an angry red head, emerges, slapping him on the chin.  He takes me into his mouth.  His oral work gets my dick drooling.

“Get up on the bench.”   

Ross scrambles to get to place on the flattened bench.  He is still as lithe and thin as when we first met.  His ass juts out, waiting eagerly for my tongue.  I go to my knees and begin tongue fucking him.  I go deep instantly.  It takes so little to open his talented hole.  I jab into him again and again as I slather my rock-hard cock with coconut oil.

I stand up.  I work my cock into him in a steady glide.  He moans.   I bottom out.  I pause—and begin the first fuck.  His eyes have found the mirror to the side.  He watches me pummel his ass.

He has loosened up quickly.  I add two slick fingers alongside my dick.  I love the feeling of my cock moving along them as Ross sighs.  I pull them out, and keeping my cock in place, grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I dip it into the coconut oil.  I pull out and insert the stainless-steel toy.  Ross gasps—in a good way.  He loves the smoothness.  And it’s still slightly cool.  When it is inside him a few inches, I add my cock, with the chilly shaft of the toy under my cock and balls.  This has become a favorite DP item.  Ross loves it—and his hot ass is warming the stainless-steel in record time.  I fuck, letting the head of my dick slam into the toy again and again.

I pull out, leaving the toy in place.  I present my cock for him to clean.  Ross loves to taste his hole on me.  He cleans me thoroughly and asks for another fuck.  I slide in along the metal shaft and fuck him hard.

Another cleaning—and we move to the sling.  It’s my turn to devour his hole again.  I tongue him deep.  It feels so different now after the first assault on it.  I soothe his ass lips before I fuck him once again.

I pull out and grab the Ass Grommet.  I lube the inside of it and slip it onto my rampant cock.  My already sizeable piece of meat is now twice as thick.  I add lube and work it into his hole.  Ross takes it easily.  I fuck him, slowly and deliberately.  The toy stays locked in place inside him and my cock fucks through the opening of it.  He groans.  I use this toy so rarely, it is a pleasure to have a man in the sling who can take it.

When I’ve worked the Ass Grommet out of his ass, and his hole open, I begin true fisting.  My left works into him easily.  Soon it’s the right wrist getting his ass to snap down on it.  I go back and forth.  First the left.  Then the right.  Now the left and I add my dick.  It slides down my wrist and through my fingers.  Ross groans, his eyes on the mirror above him.

I pull out and my right hand slips in.  My cock slides down this wrist and through the fingers of this hand.  It’s not quite as comfortable, but really hot to watch and feel.  Ross squeezes down, making me pant.  He releases and I slide out, only to do it all again with my left hand…

*

We take a break.  After his water and my tea, Ross gets back in the sling.  To have a smooth re-opening of his hole, I employ the Seahorse.  He loves the bumps and the curve of the toy.  He takes it curve going up.  Now with the curve going down.  I ask which he likes better.  For some reason, he can’t decide, so I keep working it all the way into him first one way and then the other…

I go back to my hands.  No added dick now.  Left and right.  And back again.

Now my eight fingers work into him back-to-back.  Like a human speculum, I stretch him open.  He sighs, loving it.  I do it again.  Slowly.  As I pull out, I am rewarded with his marvelous rose bud.  I lick it and he squirms in pleasure.

I grab the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a robot’s cock.  He takes it.  Working a little, but I have him so open he takes it easily.  When I pull it out, I do a series of alternating hands again.

“Try for two,” he murmurs.  “I think I’m ready.”

I work the left into him.  My right slides down my left wrist.  I have to work a little to get the knuckles in, but suddenly they are both in place.  I hold.  Barely moving.  The tiniest wiggle of my fingers sets him off in waves of ecstasy.   I keep moving inside him, incredibly slowly, until he tells me I should take them out.

Another break.

I set up the rimseat. 

“To soothe that hole I just ravaged,” I smirk.  I lie down and he closes the seat.  He sits and I begin exploring his hole once again with tongue.  Sitting like this, his rose bud works out easily.  It fills my mouth.  And there is more of it now, than the last time I saw him.  I can barely breath.  And I love it.  I stop jerking myself, it’s so hot.

Ross stands up and rides me for a moment.  I think I might shoot, but then the desire to unload ebbs away.  He sits back on my face, his ass wet again from the invader.  The drip of our mixed juices onto my tongue is taking me over the edge.   Then his rosebud descends again.  I lick it like a man possessed, even as once again, it cuts off my air.

I tap his thighs.  He knows to stand up.

“Sling, if you want my load…”

He’s in it before I can fully stand up.  I am on a mission.  I need my cock in his ass.  Now.  He may not be able to take any more hands, but he is eager for dick.  And the load.  I push into him.  I thrust a dozen or so times. 

“I’m…Oh, fuck!”

And I’m shooting.  Filling the hole that has given me so much pleasure…

Of course, I make him push his rose bud out to see my white cum in the deep red folds.  I lick him clean of my cum as his body shakes….

The Hot Asses of Saturday Afternoon (Part Two)

 Jackson—March, 2026

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I pick up my thrusting speed.  His dick has gotten even bigger.  He jerks it like mad.  I fuck him as hard and as fast as I am able.  My hand slaps his ass.  He groans—and nods, encouraging me to do it again.  I slap his ass once again.  It’s louder this time.  I look up and see the eyes of a man watching us fuck through the crack in the curtains. 

“Again,” the young man whispers.  I smack his ass and keep on plowing him.  Even in the half light of the cabana, it is an incredible turn on to see my cock split his wonderfully hairy ass.  I glance again towards the voyeur behind the entrance curtains.  He makes a move to come into the cubicle.

“No!” squawks the young man, pulling off my cock, before grabbing the fabric and pulling it closed again.   He comes back to me, but it has totally broken the moment.  We agree to do another round of fucking later.

I walk around to the slurp ramp.  With his dick through the hole and grinding against the wall is a man I have met here before.  He is very handsome—and very aware of it.  He is late 50’s with classic movie star looks.  He sees me and nods.  I nod back, but I’m not sure I want to play with him again.  His running monologue as I sucked him (“You like that big dick?  It’s beautiful, isn’t it?  The ladies love it…”) was really tiring.  I escape to the middle room.  A man is in the chair and stroking to the porn, so I sit on the sofa.  We nod to each other.  I think he’s going to come suck me, but he doesn’t.

I stroke.

Hollywood Handsome comes in the door.  He sits next to me on the sofa.  “You wanna suck this beautiful big cock?”  He continues on with his mantra.  Finally, to make him stop, I lean over and take him in my mouth.  It’s a horrible angle, but he doesn’t seem to care.  “I’ve missed your mouth…” I actually stop and look at him.  He’s said something that isn’t about him.  I go back to sucking.

Two men, likely partners, walk in.  “Let us help you with that.”  One kneels in front of each of us.  “We both get big dicks,” the talkative one chirps.  They begin sucking us.  And they are damned good.  I close my eyes and enjoy the hot mouth.  Hollywood Handsome has a new man to enthrall with his ego.

The guys suck us for a long time.  They keep going until their knees are obviously aching.  They thank us and take off.  HH stands up.  I think he’s leaving, too. But he grabs my head and pulls me onto his cock.  “I was saving it for you…” he mumbles—and he starts shooting a massive load down my throat…

*

I am alone in the back room.  The medical table is empty.  I sit in the lone chair where I began the day.  Shaved Head comes in.  “May I have one for the road?  We’re taking off soon.”

I nod and let him go to work.  I love how every man who’s been on my dick today feels so different.  I close my eyes and let him go to work.  His mouth is all over my balls, something he doesn’t always do.  I sigh.  His tongue slowly moves up my shaft.

I open my eyes as I hear men come into the room.  It’s White Beard and a couple of others.  WB stands to the side and caresses my useless nipples through my sweatshirt.  Shaved Head works a little more, but soon excuses himself.

“Want another turn on my ass?”

“Sure.”

This time, he keeps his feet on the floor and presses his chest to the medical table.  I kneel and eat his ass.  When I look up, WB has another guy in his mouth.  A third strokes nearby.

I stand up and slide in.  The change of angle is good.  And it’s easier to give his ass an occasional whack with the palm of my hand.  He is groaning around the cock in his mouth.  That guy pulls out and slaps his wet cock on White Beard’s cheek.  WB pants and the cock is thrust back into his mouth once more.  I keep plowing, reveling in the wetness of his ass.

“You want a turn?” I ask the stroker.  He shakes his head.

The three of us keep at it until we all need to take a break.  As White Beard retrieves his pants, an older man steps forward from the knot of men in the doorframe.

“You want my ass now?”

It’s the older man who asked me earlier in the day.  I nod and he drops his pants on the floor near the table.  His shirt follows.  Naked, he sits and rolls back onto the table top.  He grabs his legs, holding them around his knees.  I spit on his ass as I grease up my cock.  As much as I love to rim, it doesn’t ‘feel right’ and I go with gut.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans and his throbbingly erect cock begins to shrivel as I stretch out his guts.

“Take my ass!”  he mumbles.  “Use me.”

I pummel his hole.  I feel it before I smell it.  I slow down, pull out and he’s a mess.  I go to wash up.  Fortunately, there is plenty of liquid soap…

*

The clean up has taken the steam out of my pursuit of ass.  The Middle Eastern young man with the hairy ass, asks for another round.  I tell him my dick needs a moment—which is the absolute truth. 

I decide to go out to the car and eat my packed lunch.  On the way out, I see Julian, the man I usually fuck at the other bookstore.  I tell him I’m just taking a break and will be back inside soon.

I eat.  I sip the last of my now tepid tea.  I am ready to go back in. I go in pursuit of Julian.  But I can’t find him.  Fuck!

I let a man suck on my cock in the back room.  Suddenly, Julian appears.  He watches the blow job, but the sucker is not fond of an audience.  He gets up and leaves and Julian starts stripping.  “Fuck me?”

“Of course.” 

He is soon naked, but for socks.  He keeps his feet on the floor and bends, chest to the table.  I eat his ass.  He must have been lucky while I ate lunch—I can taste the lube in his hole.

I stand up and slide in.  The moment my entire length is inside him, the Middle Eastern guy appears at the door.  He stands, transfixed, watching me fuck someone else.  I begin a slow in and out.  I pick up the pace.  It’s a smooth glide, deep into his butt.

“Oh, fuck,” says Julian.  “You don’t mind fucking in someone’s cum do you?  There’s a load in there.” 

“I love that,” I tell him.  The young man at the door takes out his hefty cock.  He begins to stroke to our fuck.

I fuck Julian harder.  I have found the load—I can feel it all over my cock.  I slowly pull out and watch some try to escape his tight pucker.  I go to my knees and begin to felch him.  I push most of the drool of cum back into him, swallowing some of it.

“That cum tastes so good,” I murmur, more for the guy watching than for Julian.  Julian groans and the young guy beats his cock faster.

I stand up.  My cock head pushes the other man’s cum back into Julian.  I am not going to be able to last.  His hole now feels awash with semen.  I churn the load—and am suddenly filling him up with mine.  Spurt after spurt.  I grab his hips and hold on.  He squeezes down on me, milking out every drop…

The Hot Asses of Saturday Afternoon (Part One)

 Jackson—March, 2026

I loved playing around with Cute College Kid on Friday, but I didn’t get off.  On Saturday, I woke up with a cock demanding release.  I had had great fun on Saturday afternoons at the bookstore with the medical table and the slurp ramp.  I packed a lunch—and off I went…

 

The parking lot is jammed with cars.  I pay the cute cashier and go into the lounge.  It’s crowded.  The first people I see are Shaved Head and his partner, Shy One from my usual haunt.  They smile and nod to me.  I walk around.  There are at least 20 men here, maybe more as the place is so sprawling and they are so spread out.  My usual chair in the main room is occupied, so I go back to the room with the medical table.  I sit in the only chair in the room and stroke to the porn.  Guys appear in the doorframe.  They look but move on.

But not Shaved Head.  He comes in and gives me perfect warm-up head to get me at my hardest.  He spends quite some time on my dick before patting me on the shoulder and going to find someone who will give him a load.  I sit for a moment.  A man around my age appears, kneels and sucks me.  He has a very different style to Shaved Head, with much more tongue action.  He sucks until his knees give out.  He wanders off.  I stand up and, not bothering to hide my cock, walk back into the main room, letting my hard dick bounce invitingly.

“You’re here!”

I turn to the man.  He is around my age.  His beard is long and white.  I know I’ve fucked him before.

“My ass is ready for you,” he tells me.

“Lead the way…”

We head off to the medical table.  I adjust it for my height while he strips naked but for socks.  He doesn’t bother to suck me; he wants it in his ass.  He lies on the medical table.  I go to my knees and begin licking his hairless hole.  He groans.

We already have three men watching us.  One of them comes over, unzips and sticks his hardening dick in White Beard’s mouth.  WB’s moans sound even sexier with a dick muffling them.  I stand up.  I am lubed and ready.  I push the head in.

“Fuuuck…” He croons around the cock he’s sucking.

Every inch of me is buried in his hot ass.  I hold a moment longer and then begin a slow in and out.  Soon, I am building to a faster tempo.  The guy whose cock is being sucked watches me pump into him.  “Damn…” he mutters.

The crowd of men in the doorway come closer.  A couple have their dicks out—and soon there is a man on his knees sucking one of the bystanders.  A guy, in late 50’s and fit, comes over.  He takes out his cock and strokes it hard, never taking his gaze away from my pumping.

“You want a turn?” I ask him.

“Yeah…”

I fuck for few more minutes until he seems ready.  I pull out.  The guy in White Beard’s mouth has stopped feeding him—and is just stroking.  The new guy takes aim at the wet hole I’ve left gaped.  His head touches the target—and goes soft.  I go to my knees and begin sucking his dick.  It hardens right back up.  He tries for the ass again.  The same thing happens.  I suck him again.  He’s hard.  This time he makes it into the guy’s hole.  But his dick wilts fast.  He pulls out and tells me to fuck him again.  I slip in and do just that.  The would-be fucker sticks his wet dick in White Beard’s mouth.  He hardens right up.  A few more strokes and he gives him a load to swallow…

*

I am taking a break on the couch in the middle room.  The porn is good.  A man in his 60’s approaches.  “I saw you fucking that guy.  That is just what I need.”

I tell him to find me a little later as I’m on break.  He nods and moves off. 

Shaved Head finds me and gives me another good oral workout.

Then a truck driver type can’t get enough of my dick in his mouth.  He beats a hot uncut cock as he does me.  But he won’t let me return the favor.  “I’d cum the moment you touched me,” he confesses.

I wander.  All the gloryholes are being used.  I stand at the end of the slurp ramp and look at the three men pressed against the plywood wall.  They all seem to be enjoying the anonymous mouths on the other side.

My shoulder is tapped.  I turn.  A very handsome young man is standing there.  He really sticks out as the average age today is high in the 50’s.  He is likely from the Middle East.  His skin tone is gorgeous.  His black hair curls.  He leans in and whispers in my ear: “You fuck, yes?”

I nod.  He pulls me toward the only empty cabana.  I shut the curtain as best I can once we’re inside.  He drops his pants, revealing a hefty cock and a gloriously hairy ass.  He bends to pick up his trousers and toss them on the bench.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his ass crack.  Fuck!  All that hair.  I begin to lick his hole.  He drops his jeans and steadies himself by holding the side wall of the cabana.

My tongue goes deep and he groans.  I can’t stop eating his hole.  The young man begins pushing back on my invading tongue.

“Nice…” he manages, being a little breathless now.

I want to fuck.  I stand up, my cock rampant. 

“Here,” he whispers and hands me a condom.

I inwardly sigh but dig in my pocket for a Magnum.  “I need a bigger one,” I tell him—which makes him smile.  And that smile renews my need to get inside this young man—even if it’s covered.

I suit up, lubing my cock before rolling down the latex.  I lube my covered shaft.  The young man bends, jutting his butt at me again.  I go in.  I feel the temperature change.  His ass is hot, even with the latex.  I miss the wetness—but I fuck him.  Slowly, to get him used to my length and girth.

“Harder,” he demands.  “Take me!”

I pick up my thrusting speed.  His dick has gotten even bigger.  He jerks it like mad.  I fuck him as hard and as fast as I am able.  My hand slaps his ass.  He groans—and nods, encouraging me to do it again.  I slap his ass once again.  It’s louder this time.  I look up and see the eyes of a man watching us fuck through the crack in the curtains. 

“Again,” the young man whispers.  I smack his ass and keep on plowing him…

 

(There is so much more to come.  But I have reached my 1200+ words…)

Cute College Kid Takes Charge

 Near Home—March, 2026

 

I was really active in March.  I loved that the playroom was getting a lot of use, but I also wanted the variety of the bookstore.  On a Friday towards the end of the month, I visited in the afternoon…

 

There are five or six men in the theatre.  When I sit in my usual chair and take out my cock, there are now three of us jerking.  One man, a youngish 40-something is stroking to the porn he’s playing on his phone.  He is oblivious to the rest of the room.

The other man, to my left and around my age, is glued to the bottle of poppers under his nose.  He turns from one screen to the other, seemingly entranced by both videos.  He nods to me in a friendly way—not in the ‘come suck my cock’ kind of way.

We stroke.  Other men make a show of not looking at the cocks on display.

Suddenly, the Popper Guy stands up to spew his load on the floor.  I get up and kneel two steps aways from him so he can decide if he wants to use my mouth.  He walks over and shoves his not fully hard cock into me.  He fucks my face.

The poppers are making him wobbly.  He sits.  “Let me suck you,” he mumbles.  I stand up and let him do just that.  When I begin to fuck his face (and the popper fumes have worn off) he fully erects.  He begins moaning around my cock and I know he’s ready.  I kneel and take his load.  He shoots a lot of surprisingly sweet cum across my tongue and down my throat.  He holds onto me to make sure I get every drop.

He takes off to the restroom and then out the door.  I sit in my chair.  An old man to my left motions me over.  He was not jerking before, but must have started when the sucking began.  He takes his hand off his cock with a whispered: “Please…”

I kneel and suck him.  Almost instantly his body shakes.  He is having an intense orgasm—with absolutely no load.  I work on him, not sure if he’s done, until it’s obvious from his writhing that he needs me to stop.  He thanks me profusely and walks out…

*

I stroke.  A couple of men who never touched themselves or anyone else leave.  New arrivals take their place.  One guy, bald and with more than a few extra pounds, sits next to me.  He’s a talker.  He loves to comment on what is happening on the screen.  We are both watching the straight screen.  He mentions the young women, the hot men, how big the cocks are and rates the women on how well they give head.

He has unzipped and is stroking his three inch, uncut cock while he natters on to me.  He tells me how much he loves oral sex.  How hot having a mouth on his dick is.  How he loves to use his tongue.  Finally, as an extended cocksucking scene is on the screen, he uses the phrase “I could suck him better than she could.”

“Show me.”

He turns and looks at me.  Then gets up and lowers himself to his knees, using the arms of the chair to get to the floor.  “I can’t wait to suck this beauty,” he whispers.  He opens his mouth and takes me in.

He’s terrible.  His teeth are everywhere.  I am in fear that he will severely nick me.  I give him a minute before I pat him on the shoulder and tell him I really need to piss.  I get up, do that (I actually have some to get rid of) and go back, sitting down in my chair.

He begins to talk about oral sex again.  Now it’s wearing, not hot.  I decide to shut him up.  I go to my knees.  “This is how you suck dick.”  I take all three inches in my mouth.  My tongue is all over him.  He’s surprised and so turned on he shoots within two minutes.  I use my tongue to get all his semen out of the folds of his foreskin. 

He takes off—and I jerk in peace.

Cute College Kid arrives.  He sees me, smiles and heads for the chair next to me.  He sits for just long enough to shrug out of his coat.  He stands up and steps out of his pants.  There is no underwear.  He moves in front of me, his rampant cock swinging.  He grabs the back of my head to guide me in and at the last-minute turns so my mouth is on his hot ass.  He holds me there, grinding his ass against my face—and then bends slightly so I have full access to his hole.  I am totally surprised—but loving this.  I am rampant myself.  I forget about jerking and work on giving his the best rimjob possible.

CCK pulls away from me.  “Now fuck me.”  He kneels on his chair and hisses:  “And cum in me this time!” 

I get up and kneel behind him.  I can’t get enough of his ass on my tongue.  I work him open a little more before I stand up.  I slide into his spit slicked hole.  He gasps.  I fuck him slowly.  Relentlessly.

I am doing deep knee bends with the depth of the chair seat.  He realizes this and carefully gets his feet to the floor, never making me miss a stroke.  This is so much better.  I pick up the pace.  Cute College Kid is groaning.  At least one man watching us has taken his dick out to jerk to the live porn.

Without any warning, CCK pulls off me and splatters a load on the floor.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  I love licking him clean.

“Sorry,” he whispers as he sits and pulls out his phone.  “I will feed you properly with load two.”

He scrolls for about ten minutes.  I jerk.  He touches my arm and I can see he’s hard again.  I go to the floor, avoiding the jizz puddle, and begin sucking his cock.  He pants.  He pulls me off the shaft and pushes me down to his tight balls.  I lick his slightly musky sack and he strokes.  In moments, his free hand guides me up to take his load.  He holds me in place as he unloads—as if I’d want to be anywhere else…

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History: Trying to Cruise

 Once again, we return to my personal history from before the blog.

Timeline:  1985 -1991

I put off writing this when it was due last Saturday, as I was having a little trouble getting started with these years.  We are past a lot of the fun firsts…  

This time frame was more about work than sex.  We were getting ourselves established, but also needed to find additional venues to use our talents.  And we were very successful with that.  We still worked together, a lot.  Rob was beginning to work at other places a little more often than I was, for as resident director, I stayed on mostly at the dinner theatre until it was sold in the summer of 1985. 

We found nine months of work together up at the theatre where Rob had done his first summer gigs.  I was again resident director and occasional actor.  Living in a bigger city, made me more conscious on being on the prowl for men.  It was a small city—but not a village like where we’d been. 

Driving home from the grocery store, I drove down to the waterfront.  Lake Huron looked vast and beautiful.  There was an old pier here in the downtown area.  And cars were circling.  Round and round. I’d found the gay cruising ground without trying.

Of course, I went back.  At night.  Even more cars.  But I was too petrified of the cops to do anything.  I watched men disappear behind the old pier but wouldn’t go there myself.  I watched and waited for them to come back to their cars.  Sometimes 20 minutes.  More often less than seven.

But it wasn’t just the cops that had me scared.  We still knew so little about AIDS in late 1985 and early 1986.  Knowing so many gay men in the theatre, we’d hear through the grapevine that one was sick and no longer working or another had died.  In the coming years, I likely knew a couple dozen men who we lost far too young.  I waited to hear of one that I’d actually had sex with—and that never happened…

*

The other big change in my life around this time was that my brother and his partner had moved to a bedroom community in New Jersey as my brother was now working in New York.  He was a buyer for a major retail firm and doing a lot of traveling.  I missed the connection and the mentor aspect.  This was the 1980’s—I couldn’t just drop him a text.  Long distance took a huge chunk out of my meagre paycheck.  So I mostly waited until he and his partner came home for Christmas…and we caught up then.  Sort of…

*

Rob and I were still mostly doing each other after some late-night porn viewing.  I loved sucking him off.  He came fast and a lot.  He’d work on me, but even back then I took forever to shoot.  I had found edging—before I knew the name.

I mentioned last time how Rob loved those blond, big-dicked porn guys.  I was all about something new.  We found the films of Cadinot—and all those exotic men I’d never seen before, of every race and so many uncut.  (I still had not seen a foreskin in the flesh!) 

Rob and I had a game that if we were, say, driving to the grocery store and saw a good-looking guy on the street we’d talk about him—and what we’d like to do to him.  Rob was becoming rather indifferent to any man who didn’t look like me in 1978.  He liked them tall, blond (you’d never know I was blond now, but I was until I was 45!) and hung.  I was pretty omnivorous.  Age, body type, dick size didn’t matter.  With each year I aged, Rob still loved me…but was becoming more indifferent to me sexually…

1988.  I got a job, through a friend, down in Birmingham, Alabama.  There was both a dinner theatre and another that paid really good money.  We moved our base of operations south for nine months of the year, returning to Michigan, each year, for a summer theatre gig.  Birmingham was a true city.  And I found the bookstores.  Our evening jack and cum had sort of disappeared by now.  He was more interested in his video game on the television and a scotch or three to unwind.  I still watched porn in the bedroom—and was usually asleep as he came to bed.

Birmingham had a couple of porn video stores.  I told Rob I wanted to explore them—and he was fine with it.  I still wasn’t likely to do anything much in this bigger city.  The one I liked had the oddest set up.  You picked out a video tape, paid your admission and went to the back room.  There were four booths in the room but nothing like the traditional rooms and screens.  The ‘booths’ were large plastic capsules that were shaped like a hollow navy bean.  Each was a different color.  If I’d paid for the yellow pod, I knew to go there.  You sat inside of it on the far side, near one corner of the room and watched the cassette you had chosen.  I quickly learned the four pods could swivel.  If you turned the contraption to the right, and the guy in the blue pod swiveled left, you could see each other.  Many men saw, nodded and excused themselves to the lone restroom for a quick BJ.  I didn’t do that.  But I did pull out my cock and show it to anyone who wanted to see it as I stroked.

*

In 1991, lightning struck.  I was offered an almost fulltime job running a theatre in Michigan.  I accepted.  It meant Rob would job out most of the year all around the country, and I would be working by myself.

I was going to be 35 that year.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I knew I needed to start playing with other men.  I was too old now, sexually, for Rob, and was barely going to see him.  I knew enough about condoms at this point to buy Magnums.  I remember thinking this exact phrase:  “I better get some fun in now as no one will want me once I hit 40!”

That night, I ran it by Rob on a long-distance call.  I could hear the shrug in his voice as he said it sounded like a plan, provided the condoms happened.  I hung up and planned a trip to Chicago that coming weekend.  My brother had mentioned a place called Man’s Country…

Three Fuck Buds

 Near Home—March, 2026

 

It was one of those times when good sex didn’t satiate me, it made me want more.  The piss sex with Teddy was a really hot and fun way to spend a Monday afternoon.  Tuesday dawned and I was still every bit as horned.  I wanted sex.  I went to the bookstore right after lunch…

 

There is one man in the theatre.  He is off to the side and on his phone, which makes an annoying chirping sound.  He doesn’t even look up as I enter.  I sit in my usual chair and unzip.  The porn is good, but I want the real thing…

The Voyeur enters.  He nods to me and sits near the phone guy.  The door opens again.  It is Road Worker.  He nods to me, too, with a hint of a smile.  I am surprised to see him in the afternoon.  He sits behind me.  I hear him stripping off his jeans.

When Road Worker sits, the Voyeur gets up.  I turn and see him standing by RW’s shoulder.  He is feeding him his long, thin dick.  I rarely see Road Worker suck cock.  He must be really horny.

The Voyeur, when he sees me looking, waves me over.  I stand up, my wet cock swinging.  Road Worker stops sucking and stands up.  He leans on the Voyeur’s shoulder, one arm around his neck and the other stroking his hard cock.  He arches his bare ass at me.

“Fuck him,” hisses the Voyeur.

I lube up my dick.  Just the sound of my lube cap snapping open makes Road Worker beat his cock faster.  I move in.  My cock head grazes his ass crack.  He shudders.  I push into his familiar hole.  He groans. 

The Voyeur sighs. 

I murmur “Take it…”

He feels hot and moist.  I fuck him with deep strokes.  Faster and faster.

In moments, as is always the case with Road Worker, he shoots all over the floor while at the same time twisting off my cock.  He grabs his jeans off the floor, and cock dripping, heads half naked to the restroom.

The Voyeur sits and strokes, grinning at me.

I sit back down and stroke.

Ten minutes pass.

The door opens. It is the Crossdressing Latino, who, I quickly learn, is not in feminine lingerie today.  But he’s horny.  He sits next to me and reaches for my cock.  He hefts it, then opens his own jeans.  He is wearing his red jock.  His short, but kind of fat cock is soon freed from the fabric.  He reaches over and strokes me again.

“You suck and fuck me?” he whispers.

I let him play with my dick.  Soon he stands up and feeds me his cock.  I don’t suck him for long as that’s not how he likes to cum.  He goes to his chair and fishes a Magnum out of his pants pocket.  I suit up, glad of the protection from his spotty clean out.  He bends over, looking right at the Voyeur.  I get behind him.  I slide in.

“Fuck me hard, Papi!”  His voice is loud in the small room.

The Voyeur strokes harder as I begin to fuck.  I begin much slower than with Road Worker.  But I build quickly.  CD Latino loves having me smack his bare ass.  The sound of flesh on flesh reverberates in the small space.  I have fucked him so many times that I know when he’s getting close.  “Shoot any time you want,” I tell him.  He moans and speeds up his hand over his small cock.  Two minutes later another load is splattered on the floor.  I pull out, once again pleased I have a condom on.  I go to wash up, just to make sure…

When I come out, CD Latino is dressed and waiting to piss.  He whispers a thank you and I go sit back down.

Fifteen minutes or so—and it’s just the Voyeur and I stroking.  And the man still on his phone.  Has he looked up once?  Not that I’ve seen.

The door opens.  It’s Braydon, a piggy young man I had lots of fun with here and in my playroom until he passed out in my sling while using Maximum Impact.  He sits.  Soon he is on his knees and sucking the Voyeur.  It doesn’t take long for him to get the load, after all the sex the Voyeur has stroked to today.

The Voyeur leaves and Braydon looks at me.  Eventually he asks if he can suck me.  I nod.  He’s great as always.  Having my dick in his mouth makes him want it in his ass.  He strips down and kneels in my chair.  I am so happy to be eating an ass that I know is ready for my tongue.  I tongue fuck him for a long time.  I stand up and slide in.

Damn, it’s an ass I’ve missed.  I sigh and begin a slow fuck.  Now harder.  I fuck him until my knees, bent a little lower than I’d like are screaming at me.

We chat.  We are both glad to re-connect.

He needs to take off.

I sit and stroke.

The door opens.  Braydon is back.  He sits next to me.  He wants my load before he leaves.  He strips and I spend even longer now tonguing his used fuck hole.  It makes him moan into the chair seat.

I rear up and slide in.  It’s a faster fuck now.  With purpose.  I hear Braydon groan.  He does a small hit of MI.  Just enough to make him hornier yet.  His ass is really working my cock.  He has great control—and is squeezing down on me every few thrusts.

I groan.  “You want my load?”

“You know I do…”

I pull out and go to my knees for one last taste.  

Delicious. 

I stand up and slide back in. 

I thrust.

And thrust.

And I am spurting deep into Braydon’s hole once again…