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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 coul
Jersey City—December, 2023
Once again, I traveled to New Jersey to see my brother and his partner for Christmas. Last year I drove, but this year I was back to flying. (Not an altogether happy choice, but I got there.) I had scheduled a play session on the next day, before Rudy, my JC fuck-bud, flew off to see his parents. I was excited. It had been a full year, after all.
On the Thursday morning I got his text. He was headed to the gym. Would 3pm work? It did. I checke
Near Home—December, 2023
I went to the nearest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon, my only real free time before I left for my Christmas week in New Jersey with my brother. I had more fun than I thought possible…
I pay my admission. The cashier now knows me by name. We chat about the holiday for a moment before I head into the straight theatre. A white man is standing on the back wall, watching another slightly older white man, also standing against the wall, get sucke
My Playroom—December, 2023
Zane was due at my place after supper. He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road. I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped. I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving. My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night.
A few moments later he arrived. We hugged. We chatted. I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car. S
Near Home—December, 2023
At the top of the month, I’d heard from Zane, the scent pig (and co-host of the huge house party in Chicago.) He was headed home to see his parents before the holidays. “Could I spend the night at your house?” he asked.
Of course, I said yes.
As the date neared, I got to thinking more and more about what we both loved…cum in his hole. I had not jerked off for a long time, so I had no extra loads in the freezer. The day before he was due to arriv
Near Home—December, 2023
I needed my cock sucked. I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick. It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed…
Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’
I walk into the straight theatre. The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face. I assume I have just interrupted a blow job i
Near Home—December, 2023
It was the first Saturday afternoon of December. I was having a hard time scheduling the playroom, so I went to the bookstore closest to home. Last month, I had found a slightly different crowd on a Saturday afternoon, so I waited to go then…
The parking lot is barely filled. I sigh, then tell myself that means the men may be more playful. I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre. The few men seem to be here. I sit against the side wall. Two
Near Home—November, 2023
It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more. We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore. It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon. I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time. Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates…
We find each other in the straigh
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Near Home—November, 2023
I think you know that I have had incredible luck at the bookstore on Black Friday, the shopping day after our American Thanksgiving. There were always lots of new men killing time while their wives shopped and many were looking to get off. This year Black Friday was the day GaryM came to play—so I still had great sex, just of a very different type. As Saturday dawned, I lay in bed wondering if it would be the same busy bookstore a day later. Should I go?
My Playroom—November, 2023
It was Black Friday. I have a long history of having good luck at the bookstore on Black Friday. Men seem to drop their wives off for shopping and arrive at the bookstore to drop a quick load. But not this year. GaryM was coming to the playroom for a third visit. He had asked to be used a little harder. I had a couple things in mind, but now set plans.
He arrived right on time—telling me had had little traffic. After a brief pitstop, he headed downstai
Near Home—November, 2023
It’s the day before Thanksgiving. I was in the kitchen, making my contribution for the family dinner. I suddenly put down the Pyrex measuring cup and knew I needed to get off. I’d thought about it occasionally during the morning, but put it out of my mind. Now I knew I needed to lighten my balls and be in a better mood around my cousins on the morrow.
I finished up quickly, changed my clothes and got in the car. I had second thoughts halfway there. I knew
Grand Rapids—November, 2023
I love group sex. I heard that the house party to the north of me, dormant for a few months, was happening again in November. The host was excited I would be back in the state. He expected a bigger turn out. He hoped I might bring the fuck bench and rim seat to help keep them all busy. I packed them into the car and drove into town, arriving just a little early so I could get the equipment set up before the guests arrived.
The host, a short, thi
Near Home—November, 2023
The next day, a Thursday, I was supposed to have a fisting session, but it fell through. I was horned, and as I didn’t really get off with Kieran, I went to the bookstore. Once again, it proved that you just never know…
I sit along the wall in the straight theatre. A guy who always masturbates, but wants no one to touch him, is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. He is stroking hard, with his dick inside a rubber so he’ll make no mess. I have a pair o
My Playroom—November, 2023
I came home from the house party entirely sated, truly drained dry. I had done so much with so many. It was the middle of the next week before I felt like sex again. I thought something completely different would be a good change of pace. Kieran, the married man who can slip away midweek, was eager to suck my dick. His mouth is so good and that seemed like the change of pace I needed after all the fucking I did in Chicago.
He arrived right at 1:0
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 10
Installment number Ten of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but Friday morning, emer
I was visiting Waikiki for a week and was sitting at one of the local gay bars one week night when I got talking to a really cute flight attendant and his friend. He was about 5'7" with a bubble butt and a cherubic face with awesome dick-sucking lips. He was wearing a tank top and short shorts so you could just see the straps of a jockstrap hugging his ass. We hit it off and had a few drinks while chatting and eventually I invited him back to my hotel room. His friend handed him a condom and tol
Chicago—November, 2023
(This picks up right where we left off…)
I am deep in anonymous ass. This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party. Men have fucked him all night. It’s my turn. His hole is wet. He has good skills in milking cock. But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.
Zane taps me on the shoulder.
“I just got loaded. You want it…???”
I grunt an affirmative. I pull out of the anonymous guy. My hand goes to the back o
Chicago—November, 2023
(This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)
Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.
I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me. I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.
“Now eat my hole!”
My senses are feeling overloaded. Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it. My tongue can’t get
Chicago—November, 2023
Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago. (It always pays to fuck the host!) The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life. (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.) I was excited. I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week.
I arrived in the late afternoo
