A Bookstore Two Parter: Two -- Cute College Kid Gets Naked

 Near Home—December, 2023

 

Part Two:  In the Gay Theatre

(This picks up where we left off in the last post.)

As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face.  It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple.  He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema.  I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre.

He is just sitting down, in the corner, to the left of the open cocksucker’s seat.  Of course, I sit there.  I look around.  There is a burly white guy, around 35, in front of the college kid.  Two older men are against the opposite wall, sitting and staring at the ass fucking on the screen.  Cute College Kid undoes his pants.  He is rock hard.  It is not a big dick, but a pretty one.  I take out my cock, too.  The burly guy hears the fabric rustling and the zipper on CCK and throws us a glance.  He nods at us and turns back to the video.

I look over at CCK.  He is jerking.  Hard and fast.  Looking at me not the video.  He smiles.  I do the same.  He turns to the video, so we watch it for a bit. 

We happen to glance at each other at the same time.  He looks away, then back at me, laughing under his breath.  I smile and stand up.  He spreads his legs invitingly—he wants my mouth on his drooling cock.  I kneel and take his full length deep into my throat.  He gasps and touches my chin, silently asking me to get off him for a moment.  I do.  And go to his balls.  They are tight to his body, but hairier than I expect.  I lick and suck, until he touches my shoulder, signaling I can suck him again without the fear of instant ejaculation. 

I stay on his cock head for a long time.  Lapping up all his pre-cum.  Only then do I take him all the way down into my throat again.  He sighs.  I come up for air and do it again.  Once more he touches me, silently pleading to not make him blow his load.

I stand up.  My cock swinging.  He reaches up, grabs it at the base and guides it into his open mouth.  He is all about the tongue—and it feels terrific.  He starts to jerk as he sucks me, then takes his hand away from his own cock.   Now he is taking two-thirds of my length down his throat.  He chokes on it, pulls off me, spits on my cock and does it again.

It’s hot as fuck.

Suddenly he stops.   He indicates he wants to stand.  I move back and let him.  He proceeds to strip naked, down to athletic socks.  He sits again and does the same choking routine, but now he lets the deep throat spittle cascade down his thin, but surprisingly heavily tattooed, chest.

He pulls off me again.  This time he spreads his legs.  He wants more of my mouth.  I kneel.  I lick up all the precum that has oozed out each time he’s choked on my dick.  I suck him for a moment, but quickly move to his balls.  I want this to last. 

With him naked, I can work my tongue under them.  I lick there—and start the trek down his quite hairy perineum.  He slumps backward giving me better access.  I coat all of it with my spit.  I am only a millimeter from my tongue being in his ass.  I have wanted to rim him from the moment we met months ago.  And now…I hesitate.

His hand touches my head.  Giving me permission to lick his hole.  My tongue brushes across it.  He gasps.  I burrow in.  Now he groans.  His ass tastes of soap and new sweat.  I can’t stop licking and spitting and tongue fucking his hole.

I only stop rimming him when he needs to readjust his position on the chair.  I realize I’ve been on my knees for a long time and get up and sit in my chair.  Our sex has caused the burly guy to unzip and stroke.  CCK lets me catch my breath for a moment, then comes over and kneels, naked but for socks, between my legs.  He sucks me again. 

When he comes up for air, he looks at Burly Guy over his shoulder.  He crawls across the floor to suck him, his naked butt pointed right me.  I get up.  I kneel to the side of him and lean over so I can rim him again while he gives the guy head.  His hole is responding.  And opening.

I eat him out for a long time before I ask “Do you want my dick?”  My voice sounds loud in the small room.

CCK pulls off the beer can of a dick he is sucking.  “Yeah, just not all the way in.”

I lube up, while going back to rimming him open.

“I want to see your cock in him,” Burly Guy grunts out.

I move around behind him.  My cock slaps the upturned ass.

“Fuck him good,” Burly Guy says.  “Give him two dicks at once.”

My head pops in.  His hole welcomes me.  I can feel him open it up for my girth.  The exact opposite of the guy I’d fucked an hour before.  I slide in.  When my cock is just over halfway into him, I can feel that I am at the bend, the second hole, on this small framed young man.  I poke at it, carefully, then pull back and just fuck him with my most of my dick.

He is grunting around the cock in his mouth.  When I really pick up the pace, he stops sucking, giving Burly Guy a wet hand job, with his mouth gasping for breath.

I slow down.  Once again, I explore this second hole with my cock head.

“Don’t go deeper.”

I grunt and go back to fucking with just most of my dick buried in him.   He goes back to sucking.  He looks incredibly hot with two large cocks in him at the same time. 

One of the older men on the other side of the room stands up, huffs and walks out of the room, letting the door slam.  CCK pulls off me and stands up.  He sits back in his chair, panting.  I look over at him.  He grins—not upset at all.

I lean forward and sample Burly Guy’s cock.  It is incredibly thick.  I can’t possibly cover my canines and suck him properly.  He pats my head and calls me a pig.  I go down to his sweaty balls and lick them, while he jerks his cock.  It does the trick.  He shoots—into a handkerchief.   He uses it to mop up as I sit back on my seat.

He leaves.  So does the other older guy.  We are alone.

“I have wanted to eat your ass from the day we met.”

He smirks at me.  “You do that really well.”  He looks down and then back up at me.  “I only cleaned out for a normal sized guy.  I’m sorry I couldn’t take you any deeper.”

“Another time,” I tell him.

“Will you do me a favor?”  He knows I will, but it’s nice to be asked.

“Sure.”

“I want you to jerk off on my cock, so I can use your cum to shoot.”

I nod, but say, “I’m not very close yet.”

“Jerk it while you eat me out again…”

Perfect.  He slumps in the chair.  He jerks.  I jerk and rim his freshly fucked hole.  In moments, I rear up and shoot a massive load all over his cock.  He groans as his fist closes over my cum and instantly jerks himself to a load every bit as big…

A Bookstore Two-Parter: One -- Losing his Virginity

 Near Home—December, 2023

 

Part One:  In the Straight Theatre

 

The trip home from Jersey was technically trouble free, but it had the longest layover I have ever experienced.  I got home exhausted in the middle of the afternoon on the Thursday after Christmas.  The last thing I wanted was sex.  I awoke on Friday feeling totally refreshed—and horned.  Seriously hard.  I went to the bookstore…

 

I have my hand on the door knob of the straight theatre when he stops me with “Good to see you.  Did you just get here?”

He’s a shorter white guy, around my age, though I think of him as older.  He always looks very dapper for this grungy place.  I tell him yes.

“Could I suck your dick before you add any lube?” he whispers.  “Not that it’s stopped me before…”

We go in.  I sit in the back row and he gets to his knees as I unbutton.  He takes me into his mouth before I am hard.  I love to grow inside someone and don’t get to do it often enough.  He moans as my dick reaches its full mass and begins to give me really good head.  We both know I’m not going to give him my load.  He keeps going until his mouth and his knees get tired.

I thank him—and he grins and heads out the door.

In moments, I get another round of head from the bald cocksucker who is again here without his partner.  This man relies more on thrust down his throat than on tongue action.  It’s a nice change.  He tires faster than the first man.

I stroke alone for a bit.

A larger Caucasian man enters and stands next to me.  In moments his cock comes out.  We both stroke to the anal sex happening up on the large screen television.  He turns slightly to me, offering his beer can of a dick.  I suck him for just a moment, before he pulls out of my mouth as he bends to taste me.  The angle is horrible after all the good head, but he is enthusiastic.

“That would feel really good in my ass,” he breathes.

“Did you clean out?”  I have taken to just point plank asking now, when I’m here.

“No.”

“Then I’m not going to fuck you.  Sorry.”

“I mean I didn’t do it here, I did it before I left home.”

Well, okay…

He pulls his pants down and leans on the back of the chair in front of mine.  I go in.  He’s a responsive fuck, constantly beating his thick cock to the anal attack.  But I have to stop.  He’s either lied or things have moved, massively, since his clean out.  I wrap my dick in paper towel and go spend seven minutes in the restroom muttering under my breath…

*

Surprisingly, the cocksucker’s seat is still available.  I sit and stroke my now pristine cock.  I am soon joined by another middle-aged man.  He is tall, with a worked-out chest that stretches his tee shirt.  He takes out his cock almost instantly.  But it never gets hard, though he strokes it constantly.  Ten minutes in, I reach for it to see if I can help.  He turns, and my hand connects with his still underwear covered ass.  He groans—as if my touch sent an electrical charge through him.  I begin massaging his ass crack through the fabric.

“I’ve never been fucked,” he moans.

“You don’t want to start out with this one,” I tell him.

But he insists he does.  “I need a big cock to open me once and for all.”

I have found his hole, still protected by the fabric.  I burrow in.  He gasps.  I pause to lube up my finger.  I pull down his underwear and attack his tight pucker.  He takes the first knuckle easily.  I work slower on the second.  Then my whole finger.  I pull out to re-lube.  He’s spotless—so I continue.  With two fingers.

“Give me your dick.  Please.  I want to say I lost my virginity today.”

In for a penny…and all that…

I grease up my cock.  It’s hard work getting the head into him.  But we are both determined.  I finally pop in.  Raw.  He groans.  And then pushes back.  It may be the slowest I have every entered an ass.  But between us, I am soon deep inside him.

“Oh my God…”

I am now believing him that he’s never been fucked.   The look on his face is a glorious mix of pain, pleasure and wonder.  Up to now he has been flat against the wall.  I turn him, still embedded inside him, so he can bend and hold onto the seats in front of us.  He does.

He groans again.  And once more when I start pumping.  I grab his hips and pull two thirds of the way out of him.  I drizzle lube on my shaft before I inch it back into him.  He gasps.  But I can move much easier in his tight canal.

“Use me,” he whispers.

I begin to pump.  I can feel him still flogging his soft cock as I stroke into him.

I pick up the tempo.  His ass, beginning to loosen up, suddenly clamps down on me.  He is pouring cum out of his soft cock.  It pools on the floor.

I pull out of him.  He turns and gives me a terrifically tight hug.  He cleans up—and I, surprisingly, don’t really have to—but I go wash to be on the safe side after he thanks me for the fourth or fifth time.

As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face.  It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple.  He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema.  I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre…

*

I didn’t think this would be a two-parter when I started.  I had forgotten how much action I go that day.  Check here around noon tomorrow for (the hotter) Part Two!

Rudy Comes Home Horny

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Equipment Close-Up: Wally’s Lube

 Equipment Close-Up:  Wally’s Lube

 

I was so impressed with Wally’s lube I asked him about it as we were getting dressed.  He promised to send me the recipe.  He sent it to along to me, almost before I got back to my brother’s place.  Yesterday, when we texting, and he was telling me how much fun it was to re-live our time together via the post, I asked if I could share it all with you.  He agreed.

 I know that a large part of my readership does not fist.  But I think that this lube would be great for when you break out the toys.  The ingredients are both safe for your toys.   (For clean-up, use Dawn dishwashing liquid.  Really.  I do this, even when I am using Crisco and coconut oil.)

 Here is the recipe:

 

1,000ml of hot almost boiling water

 1/2 cup of Boy Butter

 Mix in the Boy Butter with a whisk into the hot water until it's completely homogenized.

 Take 4 teaspoons of K Lube and whisk into the boy butter water.

 Keep whisking until dissolved, let sit for about 10-20 minutes and whisk again.

This makes a big batch--easy to cut it in half.

 

*

Both Boy Butter and K Lube are on Amazon if you don’t live downtown in some metro location. 

 I loved the feel of this lube mixture.  It stayed slick longer than standard J Lube or K Lube.  I didn’t need that spritzing water bottle to rejuvenate the lube on my hands.  I coated his insides beautifully for an easy glide in.

 And it didn’t taste bad—something I am always aware of—and the Boy Butter acted as a conditioner for my beard!  The whiteness of the Boy Butter made it look like cum running out of Wally’s hairy hole…who could ask for anything more?!?

Wally Gives Me His Hairy Ass

 I am almost back to normal, as the mucus just keeps draining…so let’s write about sex…

 

Jersey City—December, 2023

 

Sometime in the middle of being buried in Rudy’s hot ass he looked up at me and said something like: “Remind me to show you a picture of the guy who’s cat sitting for me.”  I grunted and went back to doing whatever I was doing to him.  After we’d both shot our loads, Rudy remembered.  He paged through his phone and brought up a picture of a man considerably younger than either of us.  The guy was cute—very cubbish with a terrific smile.  “I told him he could play here if you two wanted to do that while I’m gone.  I gave him your Asspig profile name.  Check him out.”

Well, two day later I was walking back to Rudy’s apartment to play with a new man.  Our online chat had gone well and we’d agreed to meet.  Wally answered the door.  He is even hotter in person.  After checking in with the cat (who today is indifferent to my arrival) we chat for quite some time in the kitchen.  He checks my hand size.  And makes sure I’m not a psycho…

With my water in hand, we go to the bedroom to strip down.  We keep chatting—but we stop long enough to kiss…

 

It goes on and on—in the best possible way. Neither of us want to be the first to break the kiss.  My smooth body loves rubbing against his very hairy one.  Finally, our mouths separate and I tell him I have to eat his ass.  He gets up on all fours on the bed.  I kneel and just look at how hairy he is down here.  I can’t wait to bury my face in the valley between his cheeks.  The fur is long and luxurious.  I dive it—and revel in getting it wet and matted.  Wally moans as I burrow into his responsive hole.

My cock is hard.  Drooling.  Ready to plow.  I stand up and slap it against his pucker.  Wally groans.  I ease into him.  His hole takes me easily.  He milks every inch of my cock as all of me bottoms out in him.  I pause for the briefest of moments before I begin to fuck.

“Fuck, yeah…” he moans.

I pick up the tempo.  I am soon slamming into his ass.  Wally is right there—his muscle butt working my cock on every stroke.  Finally, I pull out.  I bury my face once more in the hole I just ravaged.  I love how different it feels—more pliant and slightly gaping.  His ass lips are now just slightly pronounced.  I take them into my mouth, working them hard, to get even more blood into them.

“Can I suck that cock?”

He rolls off the bed and kneels on the floor.  His hand circles the base of my wet, ass slicked cock.  Wally takes me to the root.  Effortlessly.  Again and again.  It’s my turn to groan.  He pulls off me and, unasked, begins to lick my balls.  Never sucking them—just getting the hairy sack as wet as I got his hairy crack.

We move to the sling, which is still in the windowed alcove.  He gets himself into the stirrups with expert precision as I go to my knees and lick his fucked ass from a new angle.   I eat and slurp, spitting into the tangle of wet hair framing his hole.  Wally’s moans make me work harder and harder.

I stand.  My cock pushes into him.  We fuck.  There is a mirror tilted so Wally can see my big dick enter him on each stroke.  After a bit, I reach for his big bottle of lube.  I keep fucking as I pour some into my left hand.  It is incredibly creamy.  Wally tells me it is his own mix of K-Lube and Boy Butter. 

My index finger pokes into him with my cock still in place. Soon my cock comes out and my other fingers go in.  Three.  Four.  And the thumb.   All but effortlessly my left hand is buried in him. 

I pull out and grease up my right as well.  I start with three fingers of each hand doing a lateral stretch.  Then I work my left into him once again. Repeatedly.  Then to see if he can take the slightly bigger right hand.  Of course, he can…

Now it is a mix of cock, then left hand.  Now, cock and left hand.  We both love the feel of my dick fucking into my greasy palm, already deep inside him.  I try it with my right hand.  It works, but it is not as comfortable, so I do the cock and left once more—now each stroke going through my opened fingers, all inside him.

We take a break.  I get out the speculum.  When we’re ready, it’s back to the sling and a slow crank of him open.  I can’t remember now if he’d had one open him up before, but I’m fairly sure he had never had a guy fuck him with the speculum in place.  I plow into him, talking, as I always do, about the feel of the stainless-steel vs his hot flesh.

I do a very slow closing of the medical device.  It slips out of him.  My cock slips back in.  Then my left hand.  Wally encourages me to go deeper.  My cock has touched his second ring repeatedly, but now my middle finger does the same. 

We break on the bed, lying side by side.  We chat.  I remind him I want him to sit on my face.  Instantly, he scrambles into place.  His hairy, used hole fills my mouth.  His ass lips are quite puffy now.  And delicious.  He bounces on my tongue.  His full ass is beginning to cut off my air.  I let him stay there.  And stay.  And…I finally have to push him off me.  I pant, as though I’d just run a race, gasping for breath.

Wally sucks me again as I catch my breath.  Then he rides my cock.  Briefly.  Bouncing on it in the same way he did my tongue.  He decides his hole is done for hand—but he’s fine for fucking.  We re-position.  I stand up and Wally gets on his back this time.  I pull his ass right to the edge of the bed. 

I eat him out again.

I stand and fuck.

Wally grabs his hard cock and begins to jerk himself as I pummel his ass.

“I’m really close…” he pants.

“Go ahead.  I’ll just fuck it into you.”

Wally closes his eyes for a moment and in just a few seconds he is firing a massive load all over his hairy abdomen and chest.  I scoop up the biggest puddle and smear it on my dick. 

I slide in, the cum coating his hole.  “Can I keep going?” I ask.

He nods.

It doesn’t take long now.  His cum is the trigger.  The slickness, and just how much of it there is in him, is taking me over the edge. 

My hips are slapping into that hairy ass that has given me so much pleasure.  The sound adds to my excitement. 

And I’m there.  Filling him up with my cum.  Letting the two loads mix together deep inside him…

RePost: Cum-Union in Chicago

 I am still under the weather, though improved, but I sound horrible.  I have had to postpone or cancel two meets—and I’m not happy about that.  It’s something I don’t do lightly.

And, this morning, I had no internet.  It is finally on now, as we approach noon.  But the idea of sitting and writing has to wait.  I need to wear my mask and venture out.

So, it’s another RePost.  (From the analytics, it seems you are enjoying these trips back in the blog!)

 

Here is a two-parter from 2015.  I had a long summer with little play that year.  This trip to Chicago and Cum-Union was all about getting back in my sexual groove.

 

Part One:  Cum-Union Chicago: A Buffet of Hot Ass and Wet Hole

Part Two:  Cum-Union Chicago:  Old Friends and Fuck Buds

RePost: Trapped Under the Rimseat—New Year’s Eve

 

I am slightly under the weather.  Last night my nose was like the proverbial faucet, running so fast I was going through the entire tissue box.  This morning, things are better.  But I just don’t have the energy to write. 

Instead, here is a reprinted post from 2016 about New Year’s Eve 2015.  This was when my partnered friends threw a yearly sex party for NYE—calling the guest list the ‘greatest hits’ of the men they had tricked with that year.  I was invited.  Often.  They even bought a rimseat so I wouldn’t have to bring mine. 

So, enjoy it again, or, new readers, for the first time:  Trapped Under the Rimseat—New Year’s Eve.