A Busy Black Friday at the Bookstore

 Near Home—November, 2022

I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore.  Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores.  I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed…

 

I go into the straight theatre first.  There is not a chair to be had.  I stand against the back wall.  Men are groping themselves, but not stroking.  I don’t see action on the horizon anytime soon, so I go next door.  There are a number of men here, too, but I can still get a chair.  A bear of a man is in the cocksucker’s seat.  I recognize him from previous visits.  He is choosey about who he plays with—either in his mouth or on his cock.  I know I am too old for him.  Others scattered around the room look promising.  I unbutton and stroke myself to hardness.

The door opens.  A young man comes in, heavily bundled up for the cold day outdoors.  He stands next to the cocksucker’s seat, but on the side away from the door.  He begins to shed his puffy down jacket.  But he doesn’t stop there.  His shirt comes off.  There is a tat in the middle of his chest.  Now I recognize him—he’s a great fuck I have had here before.  Shoes are kicked off. His pants drop to the floor.  He is now naked, but for socks.  He smiles at me, and walks toward me, his cock hardening.  As he reaches me, he turns while grabbing the back of my neck.  He pulls my head into his full butt cheeks, knowing what we both like.  He bends and I am tonguing his damp, hairy hole as he is sucking someone.  I can’t see—I can only hear him giving noisy, wet head.  The naked young man groans around the cock in his mouth as I open his hole.

Suddenly he pulls away.  The guy he is sucking has sat down on the other half of the cocksucker’s seat.  The young guy goes to his knees, ass beautifully arched so I can continue.  I go to my knees behind him and continue the rim job.  I can’t get enough.  The man he is sucking is panting.  I rear up to insert my bare cock in his wet hole.  The suckee pulls out of the young man’s mouth—and shoots his load on the head and face of the boy.  My boy rears up and fires off his own load all over the floor.  I pray he is good for a fuck after he shoots…but he’s not.  He gets dressed fast, still mopping at the spunk on his face.  He shoots me a smile and heads out the door along with the man he blew.

The room returns to normal—though more guys are openly stroking now.

“Let me suck your cock.”

I look around.  It is the guy in the cocksucker’s seat.  I guess his limits have expanded.  I stand up and let him get my dick wet.  He sucks well.  He jerks himself with the same rhythm as what he’s doing to my cock.  His mouth tires before I do.  I sit back down.

An older gentleman asks to take a turn.  I give him a hand so he can get to his knees.  Fuck! He proves to be really toothy.  All these years of sucking cock—and his technique is still not very good.  I finally have to ask for a break.  I help him get back up—and go piss, really to inspect my cock to see if he’s nicked me…

*

I check the straight side.  A few less men—but they don’t seem to be players (or regulars.)  I go back to the gay cinema.  The Bear who was in the cocksucker’s chair is on his knees, giving head to a man sitting in the seat where he had been sitting.  The twin seat also holds another man stroking and watching the guy next to him get sucked.  I shrug and go to my knees and take the watcher in my mouth.  I like we are side by side cocksuckers. 

“You swallow?” asks my guy.

I grunt out something affirmative.  I notice the guy that the Bear is sucking is quite young.  My guy is around my age and with a tiny cock—but as I think that, that tiny dick, with balls to match, gives he a huge load.  This inspires the younger guy next to him to shoot, too.  The suckers are both cum whores.  We clean our respective cocks up so they barely need to be mopped dry before they get put away…

The room is clearing.  The Bear gets back on the seat once the young man leaves.  I go back to my chair.

We stroke.

“I need to get out of here.  You want my load?”

I nod.  It takes the Bear just moments to shoot.  He thanks me and leaves.

“That was hot.”

A guy appears from the shadows.  He is around 30, tall and thin with a long, bushy beard.  But a hipster one—not Grizzly Adams.  He looks like a teaching fellow-type of guy at the local university.  He is openly stroking a nice seven incher.

I offer to suck him.

“Thanks, but no.  I’m just looking.”  He gives his cock a few more tugs before putting it away and leaving.

I am now alone in the room.  I watch the movie.  Then I do myself up and go next door.  The straight room has thinned, too.  The Hipster is leaning against the back wall and stroking.  I join him.  He seems totally cool with this.

“This is really my thing,” he whispers, gesturing towards the screen.

A young, petite woman is being sodomized by a massive Italian stud. The Hipster strokes furiously as the guy on the screen pulls out of her ass and makes her clean his cock.

“That is so filthy…” my stroking buddy whispers.

We jerk in silence for a bit.  I look around the room.  One other man is stroking, but never making eye contact with anyone.  I shrug and go next door.

A regular is in the corner behind the door.  We nod to each other.  I stand next to him.  He goes down on me—for a long time.  Starting with balls and working up the shaft.

The door opens.  The Hipster is back.  He stands on the side wall watching me get sucked.  And stroking himself.  I grab the sucker’s ears and begin to face fuck him.  The Hipster strokes faster.

Finally, the knees of my sucker wear out.  I help him up.  His cock, which he has been stroking as he worked on me, looks very red in the dim light.  I drop to my knees and go down on him. He fills my mouth in moments.  I clean him up.

“You do that so damn well,” he says and he shoves it back into his pants.  He pats my elbow and takes off.

Hipster and I stroke.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Suck me.  If you want.”

I go to my knees.  His cock is long and thin.  I take him to the root in the first moment.  “Holy fuck,” he sighs.  I pull back up and tongue the head.  It’s hot thinking he doesn’t let guys do this to him (even if it’s a total lie!)  My hand goes to try to find his balls, but they are hidden by too much fabric.  He is wearing board shorts—even with the cold day.  My hand goes up them.  I find fishnet-feeling underwear.  Well, well.  My hand finds his hairy nuts and I stroke them as I suck.  I work the balls out the opening of the shorts so I can lick them.  He loves this and tells me so.  I work back up his shaft and swallow his cock again.

That’s it.  He grabs my shoulders to hold me in place.  As if I’m going anywhere.  He fires spurt and spurt of cum into my mouth and throat.  He wilts against the wall.  I clean him up.  He tenses, but wills himself not to push me away, though he’s so sensitive.  But he lets me.  And thanks me.

I stand up.

“I would love to see you shoot.”

I can’t imagine finding anything or anyone else at this point.  I lean against the wall and stroke.  His hand tentatively touches my balls.  And the cum arcs out of my cock and splats on the linoleum…

Happy 2023!

 Here it is New Year’s Eve. 

Yesterday, I was ready to sit down and write up one of the two remaining November adventures when I got a text from a newer fuck bud.  He wanted me to meet him so he could be publicly fucked at the bookstore on an exam table.  I didn’t hesitate in closing the computer and go get my cock very, very wet.  Yet again, so much for the post.

 

Tonight, I will be ringing in the New Year at the sex emporium that is sort of a cross between a bookstore and a bathhouse.  I heard from a different fuck bud, who has decided to meet me there—so I am sure of at least one great piece of ass.

So, a little tease with the apology for still not sitting down to write…

 

Which brings me to say that as I reflect on the blog at the end of the year—I still love how it connects me to my readers.  I got an email the other day that in the middle of other things, said: “You are a part of my almost daily life and I appreciate the effort you put into the blog.”

Wow.  This guy I have never met reads me almost every day.  That is still a little mind boggling to me.  Well, you are welcome.  I do really enjoy sharing.  When it is no longer fun, I will stop writing in this space.  I worry about the changes by Blogger, of wanting to hide more posts.  (I think I have figured out that it is a ‘bad’ word in the title that gets that second Sensitive Content Warning.)  But honestly, one more click from you is not a high price to pay, if it keeps it being published and not outright banned.

 

Happy New Year! 

 

Here’s to 2023!!

 

From my vintage photo collection.  I am guessing my New Year’s Eve will not look like this…

FP Goes to New Jersey

 I feel like I have been silent for a bit.  There is nothing bad happening here—things have been quite good, actually. 

I was to leave a few days before the 25^th to spend the holiday with my brother and his partner in New Jersey.  Originally, I told them I would drive in to keep me out of two crowded airports and a packed airplane.  Then that huge winter storm was announced.  I decided to leave on the 19^th and be there long before the weather changed.

So that’s what I did.  This was my first trip to see them since the pandemic.  We had missed two Christmases—and we needed to catch up.   

I took two days to drive in, five hours each day.  I wasn’t prepared for how tired that still left me after day two.  All went fine though.  We celebrated his partner’s birthday, their wedding anniversary and Christmas.  With all that I managed to publish two posts while I was there—and play twice with my fisting bud, Rudy.

I waited to come home until I thought the Pennsylvania roads would be clear, stopping again at the halfway point.  I made great time and made it home yesterday.  But I have been useless today.  Sitting at the keyboard and owing you a post.  Hopefully tomorrow…

 

Here's hoping you all had as restful a holiday as I did...

Tom of Finland does Christmas.

Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out

 My Playroom—November, 2022

 

Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November.  He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later.  I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig…

 

Jack is naked when I come downstairs.  He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench.  I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me.  Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch.  I have deliberately worn a piss-stained jock.  He inhales deeply before his tongue begins exploring the slightly yellowed fabric.

“I want to drink your piss today,” he murmurs, before working my hardening dick out of the moist fabric and into his wet mouth.  I harden instantly.  I let him suck me for a long time, watching our reflection in the mirror.

“I need to taste your hole.”  I indicate he should get up on the bench behind him.  He moves around and presents me with his full ass.  I go to my knees and burrow in.  His hole opens easily as I tongue him.   He opens his poppers for the first time as I spit on his crack and smear it around with my tongue.  As the vapor hits him, I tongue fuck him as deeply as I know how.  He groans—and begins to pant.

“Fuck me, Sir.”

I ignore him.  I am having too much fun getting his tasty hole as wet as possible.  Of course, I eventually stand up and slide into him.  He takes me easily at this point—one long steady glide in until my pubes grind against his upturned ass.  I hold for the briefest of moments—and begin to fuck into him. 

Jack groans in pleasure.  “Give it to me.  All of it.”

I am pumping him balls deep on every stroke.  I slow the fuck as he inhales poppers, but pick up the speed again as I hear the cap go back on.  I fuck him hard.  And abruptly pull out.  I walk around and feed him his dick with a “Taste your ass.”  Jack loves this.  He cranes around to take all of me.  I fuck his face a little.  I lift my left leg up and place it on the far lower level of the bench.  It allows me even more depth down his throat.  He gasps and sputters.  I pull out of him—bringing up some deep spittle.  I wrap it around my cock shaft, walk back to his ass and fuck it into him.

I pull out when I feel I can piss.  Just a splash up and down his thoroughly fucked ass crack.  I lick up some of the piss clinging to his ass hair.  I fuck some into him, before I bring my cock back to his mouth with the new flavor.

He gobbles me down as before.  I don’t let it go on as long.  I pull almost all the way out, and feed him a splash of my piss, for the first time, right from the tap.  He gurgles it down happily.

We fuck some more, once with another splash of piss in the mix.

“Sling time.”

I get him situated in the sling with his legs in the stirrups.  I spend a long time on my knees rimming, reveling in the mix of ass juice, piss, pre-cum and coconut oil lube.  Jack can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him, watching me rim and spit the juices back into his hole.

I stand and fuck him.  A lot.  His hole is slick and accommodating to every thrust.

“I want to lick your butt,” Jack pants. 

I slow down and pull out.  I go around for him to clean my cock before I help him out.  I jump in the sling.  I start with my boots braced against the poles.  He eats me expertly—as he has every time we’ve met.  Eventually, I get my boots into the stirrups, not bothering to have him stop and help.  I take a hit of poppers myself, lay back  and let him eat me out.

“Let’s try something.”  I get my left leg out of the stirrup.  I ask him to unhook it.  He does and I take it, sliding the stirrup to my knee, then fastening it behind me on the D ring of the sling.   We do the same with the right.  It tilts my ass up higher.  It makes him have a better angle for tongue fucking.

“I think I have some piss.”

It’s a long wait, but worth it.  His hot piss plays up and down my ass crack.  It pools on my balls and cascades to the towel on the floor.  The moment he’s done, he goes back to his knees and begins licking.  He groans and mutters as he tongues me dry.  I take another hit of poppers and let him enjoy my ass…

*

Jack is back in the sling.  I am in rim/fuck/rim/fuck/rim mode.  Suddenly I stop.  My pandemic devil’s dick is still in the freezer.  I can’t think of anyone who will enjoy it more.  I go up and bring it down to him.  The shot glass, with a condom lining, is full with 7 or 8 loads.  All mine.  I pull it out and dangle it in Jack’s line of vision. 

“Shove it in me, Sir.  Please.”

I strip away the latex.  The hunk of frozen cum is already beginning to melt.  I finger it up Jack’s gape.  He groans.  I instantly stick my dick in him.  I want to feel it melt over my dick.  I am not disappointed.  I begin to fuck.  My melting cum changes the feel of the fuck.  It makes me fuck him harder, too.  I do pull out and let him lick some of the melted cum from my cockhead.  He slurps noisily at it, moaning as he tongues me.

I fuck him again.

“Rim seat.”  He knows I want to eat my jizz out of him.  I slide under the seat and Jack sits.  His ass opens and the first drip drops onto my tongue.  I poke up into him.  And again.  I am rewarded with the remains of the cum load.  I savor it and swallow.  I tongue fuck him again.  I get one more drip.  I smear it around his puffy ass lips.  But then I open wider and suck his nether lips into my mouth. 

“I want to eat you on this too, Sir.”

We switch.  He eats my hole hungrily.  Aggressively.  I finally have to stand up—I am not used to so much tongue work down there.  “I need to breed, anyway,” I pant.

We do it in the sling.  Jack lies back and I am up him instantly.  This deep in his ass, I can still feel the remains of my cum.  I fuck.  Hard.  Jack jerks himself.  I am so ready to give him a load.

“You want it?” I ask, looking into his eyes.

“You know I do!”

I fuck him harder.

“Oh, fuck…” 

My cock swells—and I begin to spew deep in his guts…

Here is a link to his first visit—where there are pictures:  Rimming and BreedingJack’s Wet Hole.

A Tale of Three Men

 Near Home—November, 2022

Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home.  I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan.  The weather stopped me.  As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon.  Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess.  The last thing I wanted to do was play all day, and then inch my way home in a storm.

So, I went home.  I beat the snow, which was, indeed, fairly heavy.  But Sunday dawned clear and bright.  I looked out the window of the living room as I heard the sound of a snow shovel.  The young man my landlord employs to dig us out was just finishing up. 

By the afternoon, I had decided to go out.  The party had been great—but instead of satiating me, it had left me hungry for more.  I didn’t want to go too far, so I went to my usual bookstore to see if anyone else was out and about…

 

There are a few cars in the lot.  I go into the gay cinema first.  I discover a blow job in progress.  I recognize the sucker as a regular.  I don’t know the burly guy who is being serviced.  I excuse myself, as the sucker pauses (though he doesn’t get up.)  I go next door.  Thankfully, the video looks hot over here, for no one is in the room.  I sit in the back row, unbutton and jerk. 

Through the grate in the wall that separates the two screens, I can hear the man moving around on the chair as he gets sucked.  In a break from the moans on my screen I can hear the very wet sound of the sucking next door—but I lose that live sound quickly, as a big guy on screen goes deep into the ass of a blonde in the video, who wails her bliss.

I jerk.

Next door, I hear the door open and swing shut with a bang.  I assume he’s blown his load.  I’m wrong—the door here opens and the burly guy comes in.  He nods to me and stands against the back wall.  He looks at my cock—and then at the screen.

I stroke.  Slowly.  And wait.

In moments he unzips.  His cock is pulled out.  I glance over.  He is hung—a good 7+ inches.  He doesn’t stroke.  He shakes it at me.  I hunker down in the chair, so I am at a better angle to suck.  I turn slightly—and his hardness slaps me in the face.  I open and swallow him down.

“Jeez…” he breathes, as if he hadn’t just been getting sucked.  “Your mouth is hot.”

I grunt something affirmative around his cock.  His dick head drools on my tongue.

“You have me so close,” he whispers.

I pull up and work on just the head.  In moments, he grabs my shoulders and pumps a massive load into my mouth.  When he pulls out, he tucks himself away not needing to do any mop up at all. 

I have never seen him again.

*

I have moved over to the gay side.  The porn is better here.  The guy who was sucking the burly guy lingers for a time.  He makes no effort to suck me—or vice versa.  Finally, he leaves.

I consider going home. 

The door opens.  The older man with a long beard walks in.  He is the man who never gets hard but he always shoots a load.  He’s delighted I am there.  He unzips instantly and feeds me his regulation cock.

True to form, I do all my oral tricks.  He never hardens, but in five minutes time he pours a load of cum down my throat.  He pats me on the head, zips up and goes home.

Through the grate in the wall, I hear the door open and shut next door.  I wait a moment, letting the scene on the screen finish in all its creamy glory.  I bundle my winter coat over my open crotch and go next door.  There are two men in the room.  One guy is way down front and I can’t really see him.  I sit in the back row, right behind a 50-ish guy with a shaved head.  Though he hides his cock on my entrance, it’s obvious he has been stroking. 

With me behind him, he begins stroking again.  My dick is wet enough that it makes a sound as I so the same.  He does a half turn to see if he can get a look.  The angle is bad.  He turns back to the screen.

We stroke.

Suddenly he stands, he comes around and leans against the wall.  It’s an average dick, with a very red and angry head.

“You suck?”

I nod and take him into my mouth.  I suck the head.  I deep throat the shaft.  He fucks my face.  He pulls out.  “I don’t know if I can cum with a guy doing that,” he sighs.

He sits back down and jerks some more.

Soon enough, he is back.  We try again.  His cock is now like a faucet with a constant drip.  I decide to go for his balls with my tongue and work his shaft with my hand.  This seems to get him close.  He fucks my face again.  He stops, angry at himself. 

He sits and jerks.  The scene on the screen becomes two guys and a girl doing DP.  He jerks harder.  Actually, I do, too.  As the scene accelerates, he stands, bringing his cock to my mouth once again.  I turn to him.  He thrusts into my opening mouth.

“I really want to blow in you,” he mumbles.

I work diligently. 

Suddenly, my hand is knocked away from my cock.  The man from way down front is kneeling in front of me and giving me excellent head.  This excites the man in my mouth.  I can feel the head of his cock expanding.  

“Suck that big dick,” the guy against the wall groans out.

This makes us both pick up speed.  With the added stimulation of a cock in my mouth, I think I might get off myself.  And I don’t want to be the first to spew my seed.

I get my wish.  The guy grabs my head and bucks into my mouth, filling me with all the juice from his balls—a thick and creamy load.  In just moments, while I am still swallowing it all, I give my load to the cock sucker between my legs.

Only later do I realize I never really saw who it was…

Keshawn Throws a Party

 Louisville—November, 2022

 

In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November.  He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there.  He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men.  It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me.  I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana.  I crossed the bridge and was at his hotel right at 9pm…

 

Keshawn, naked but for a jockstrap that barely keeps his big dick in place, answers the door and pulls me into a hug.  There is a naked Bear on the far bed, watching the television.  We nod to each other.  I recognize him from the last gathering here.  I strip down myself.  In a matter of minutes, four more guys arrive.  One is a grey haired total top who I remember from the last group.  He arrives with a cute Latin man I had let suck my cock for a long time at the birthday party.  We smile at each other as they strip down.  Two more arrive: a hot man in his 30’s, who Keshawn tells me is versatile and a Daddy Top a few years younger than me.

In moments, the seven of us are naked.  The Bear is sucking Keshawn on the far bed.  I am on the bed with the hot versatile.  He is sucking the Top he arrived with.  The other two are making out on the couch in the corner of the room.  I lean down and begin to lick Hot Versatile’s bubble butt.  He squirms and makes a sound of pleasure around the cock in his mouth.  I redouble my efforts to get Hot Versatile wet and ready.

Keshawn is now bent over and getting fucked by the Bear.  I hear it before I turn around to see it.  The Bear has very little stamina—in moments he shoots in Keshwan’s hole.  I leave Hot Versatile and move to do some felching—just 15 minutes into the group.  The Bear watches me slurp his sperm out of Keshawn—and then says his goodbyes and gets dressed. 

Keshawn sucks me for a bit, after I have eaten my fill.  He leaves me really wet so I can fuck in the remains of the load in his ass.  It feels great as I glide in.  Keshawn is on all fours.  I can watch Hot Versatile ride the Top he was sucking as I fuck Keshawn.  The other pair is behind me, but I can hear that oral has given way to fucking.  I look over my shoulder and the Latino is taking daddy dick, bent over the couch, pushing his ass back to meet every stroke of his fucker.

The next 30 minutes is a blur.  Everyone changes partners every few minutes.  Everyone is sucking or rimming and occasionally fucking.  I fuck the Latin guy.  He is super tight, even though he has been opened up by the other two tops.  “Get him ready for me,” says Keshawn, in a whisper that the Latin is meant to hear.  I fuck the kid hard, before Keshawn takes his turn.  I sink to the floor to watch the fuck.  The Latin is on all fours.  Keshawn is standing on the bed, straddling his ass and sinking his cock into the Latin. I can’t take my eyes off that massive ebony cock splitting open the paler ass I was just in.  The black hair in his ass crack is now matted with sweat, lube and precum.  It clings to Keshwan’s cock.  I bend and touch my tongue to the underside of Keshawn’s cock, licking it—and the Latin’s puffy ass lips.

Both men groan—knowing just what I’m doing…

*

I am lying on the bed.  Hot Versatile is sitting on my face, beating his cock, as I eat out his freshly fucked hole.   When he is ready, he moves down and begins to ride my cock, impaling himself in on slow but continuous move.  It’s the second or third time I’ve been up him, but this time he is in control of the fuck.  He takes me to the root, grinding his ass into my pubes when he has ever millimeter inside his slippery, wet chute.

“Fuck!” he groans.

Keshawn stands next to us, watching and stroking his own wet cock, that has been in everyone who takes dick.  Suddenly, he steps up on the bed and sits on my face.  I am almost in overload.  His ass is hot and wet and been fucked by the four tops here.  My cock is being gripped by an ass that knows how to squeeze and milk me with each stroke.  Just as I think I might cum, Keshawn stands up and Hot Versatile pulls off me to offer his hole to Keshawn.  I look over to the other bed.  The Grey Haired Top is loading the Latin.  I move around to give room to Keshawn and go clean up the top, before felching another load…

*

A new arrival has come in.  He’s my age, good looking and versatile.  Mike says he met me at the last party, but I honestly don’t remember him.  I love how, the moment he’s naked, he instantly takes charge of Keshawn’s ass.  His cock is big but not huge.  I watch it fuck into my friend.  I love the color contrast of his pale white dick plowing deep into the chocolate color of Keshawn’s butt.

Mike pulls out.  “Lick me clean.  I know you want it.”

I do want it.  I can’t get enough.  He let’s me suck him to the root twice before he pulls out of my mouth and goes back into Keshawn’s ass.  “Stay there, I’ll feed you some more.”  I stay on my knees next to them.  Not that there is any place I’d rather be. 

Mike pulls out again.  I clean his dick of all the juices he pulled from Keshwan’s ass.  He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into Keshawn’s wet ass crack.  He holds me there as I lick and suck out Keshawn’s butt.  In moments, he pulls me out—and kisses me…

*

The other all top cums deep inside Hot Versatile.  I do more felching and fucking.  Mike is right there to watch.  We kiss.  I surprise him by snowballing some of the load I have just licked out of Hot Versatile.

It’s just the four of us in the room now, Keshawn, me, Mike and the Latin.

Mike and I switch fucking off on fucking the other two—both of us tasting dicks as they are pulled from butts.   The Latin begs off for a break.  Mike goes back up Keshawn.  “You need to fuck me,” says Mike, reaching back and pulling his right cheek to the side.  I am right there—but with my tongue first.  I let him fuck and use my tongue to impale him on the backstroke.

Soon enough I slip my shiny wet cock into his ass.  He stops fucking and just holds in place, deep inside Keshawn.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make it feel like he is still fucking Keshawn.  When I pull out, Mike swings around and tastes his own ass on my cock.

Now I have three asses to rotate through.  I make them all kneel on the bed:  Latin at the foot, Keshawn and Mike next to each other on the side.  I fuck the Latin, pull out and move to Mike, then Keshawn…and then repeat it by going back the opposite way. 

The next time, Mike joins me as top, each of us switching off on the arched asses.

Mike suddenly spasms.  “Fuck!” He is filling up Keshawn’s hole with cum.  I want to taste it—but that thought makes me need to shoot.  I push into Mike’s ass—as he is still marinating in Keshawn’s butt.  It is just a matter of a few strokes, before I leave cum dripping from him. 

Keshawn groans—and rolls out from under both of us and sprays his massive load onto the two of us…

The first party is written up here:  Keshawn's Birthday Orgy

Photo Bonus 2: Working Over Jacob

 

The way I keep having no time to write, you’d think it was the weeks running up to a major holiday…

 

A rerun of some pictures of a meeting with Derrick and Jacob filled in before—so here are several more of me working Jacob’s hot ass…

 Some different shot from the same session.