My Playroom—February, 2022
It was Tuesday. Not a day I am often looking for sex. But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy. He was horny. Super horny. He needed to drink my piss. I was surprised and pleased. He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan. And tank up. He asked to come late afternoon/early evening. I said yes.
We chatted a little more throughout the morning. (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.) He asked me to
Near Home—February, 2022
Saturday night. I had spent a good part of the day wooing a man into my sling. He talked about the things he’d like to experience, most of which would leave him very wet. Sometime in the late afternoon he vanished, not just from being currently online but from the hook up site as well, blocking me. I signed off and made up my mind that a return to the bookstore was an easier way to get rid of the load building in my balls…
I am in the bookstore close
"Squat on his face - make him eat your hole," I directed Trent. The boy-turned beast happily complied, straddling Ben's body with his leather boots and doing a deep squat until his asslips made contact with Ben's mouth. A gutteral moan vibrated through Ben's whole body. He shifted slightly (as much as was possible in his position) to get a better angle at Trent's musclehole. Trent just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmm- - - nice. Eat it Daddy!" His heavy stretched balls draped over Ben's chin, an
Near Home—February, 2022
After the less than stellar bookstore experience, I was still horned. I decided it was time to go back to my usual stomping grounds slightly closer to home. It was now Super Bowl Sunday—I was intrigued to see who wasn’t a sports fan…
The place is busy. Lots of men in and out of the two video rooms. The porn is exceptionally good on the gay side. A Lucas Entertainment daddy epic. My cock drools as mouths on screen suck the cock fresh from the perfec
It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was laying down, ass up, on my thin black leather mattress at the CH2.
Since discovering the pleasure of being penetrated by men, a month or so earlier, I was hooked, and Tuesday was my day off.
I always leave the door to my room open, and I usually leave a chalked message on the little blackboard at the toilet entrance:
*** Room 17, BB bottom ***
I learned that trick during my second week at the bathhouse, and by god, it had an effect!
S
Jackson—February, 2022
I had such a good time on the Saturday (of the last three posts!!) I went back on the following Friday…
I pull into the lot. There are enough cars to make my dick jump. I go in, pay and wander the lounge. There are three men here. Everyone one else must be downstairs in the arcade. I pass by the man who has fallen asleep in the straight area, nod at the guy in the Trans area and sit down across from a man who is stroking in the gay area. He is about
I had only fucked one guy bareback and was looking for another guy that would let me breed him. It was fine with my boyfriend, but I wanted to try it with other guys. I had briefly been inside one other guy before my boyfriend, but I quickly made him put on a condom (now I regret that). I loved emptying my balls deep in my boyfriend and wanted to feel what it was like with someone else. I had been talking to a guy online for a few months. He was from Seattle and I had met him in some chat room.
In Oregon, strippers can be as young as 18 to work in bars. I was watching a cute one one night, he was short, maybe 5’2” maybe 105lbs. He kept making eye contact with me and I tipped him a couple times. At the end of the night as the bar was closing I left and saw him standing out on the street in a t-shirt, short shorts and sandals.
“Good show” I told him.
“You liked it?” He asked.
“Made me wanna take you home,” I replied.
“So take me home daddy,” he said coyly.
We walked back to my
Jackson—February, 2022
This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…” and is the finale.
I take a break and walk around the lounge. Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch. I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive. I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in. I circle the lounge and end up in the gay en
I messaged a cute 19 year old with a great bubble butt on Grindr one night, and after chatting for about an hour or so, we agreed to meet up. We didn’t specifically mention having sex, but I was pretty sure it was going to happen. We lived kinda far from each other so we arranged to meet up halfway at a park near where he used to go to high school. I got there and I saw him on a path by the baseball diamond, he was even cuter than his pictures. It was a warm night and we were both wearing just s
Jackson—February, 2022
This picks up immediately after the previous post:
I sit back down and stroke for a bit. A few men come in to look, but not play. The next one in is around my age. He’s of medium height, with sparse grey hair. He looks at me—and begins to strip. Every article of clothing is taken off but his socks. He folds them carefully and stows them under his chair. His t-shirt is left on the seat for him to sit on. His body has definitely gone soft, plus likel
I had met a cute 18 year old twink at an all ages club and after exchanging a few calls, we finally agreed to meet up at my apartment. I was expecting more of a date, but he had other ideas, which was fine by me, because I really wanted to fuck this little twink. I was mostly topping at the time, and although I had fucked bareback before, I was using condoms pretty regularly. We went out to get food and afterwards came back to my place. He looked around a little bit and started putting the moves
Jackson—February, 2022
It was the first weekend of February. On Saturday morning, I packed a lunch and headed once more to the bookstore with the many varied screens.
I arrive before noon. The parking lot is fairly full. I buy my ticket and head into the lounge. I do my usual tour. There are men everywhere. Some are even having sex. I end up in my favorite alcove, off the gay screening room. There is a second gay screen here and just the two chairs. I sit, unbutton and
I’ve known my friend Chris for quite a few years. We see each other out at the bars a lot, and we hook up occasionally. He’s usually pretty religious about wearing a condom. One night I saw him on Grindr and hit him up asking if he wanted to meet up. He was hungry so he picked me up and we went to a food cart so he could eat. Afterwards we drove up to a park overlooking the city and parked just outside the locked gate. We made out for a little bit and he sucked me for a while. We got out and wen
It took me less than three or four visits to the CH2 to realize, that “angle” was important when laying down on a black leather mattress, belly down, waiting to be used by a cock whose owner I would never know. Whoever has been there, will probably agree.
There is nothing like opening the door of one’s tiny room, all lubed up, and then quickly lay down on the bed, smooth ass up!
I would lay down and immediately take a double hit of Rush, my favorite poppers.
I would wait for the p
It was my second or third visit to the CH2. The attendant gave me room 8.
I can remember it clearly.
I went ahead with my already habitual steps. Lock the door. Place the key on the tiny nightstand, and fish out my flask of lube from my duffle bag. Get my newly purchased bottle of Rush open, which I always did oh-so-carefully in the semi-darkness of the room.
Next, I would undress and methodically fold my clothes into my bag. Naked, I would turn around, looking at the black walls
Jackson—January, 2022
After the recent ass eating fun with the Marathoner along with my breeding of the vocal young man, I suppose it was inevitable that my dick would lead me back to the bookstore where it happened. I returned at the very end of the month. The parking lot snow piles had melted some, giving room for more cars. It was crowded…
I make the tour of the entire lounge. There are plenty of men—and not a scrap of action. I go to the alcove in the gay area. Both ch
I had been to several bathhouses before, Club Portland, Steam Portland, but always with someone I knew or was hooking up with that night. I had even fucked bareback at bathhouses, and been fucked bareback, but always with people I went there with. We would either get a room so we could be private or go off into a corner and fuck, and if someone wanted to join I would just wave them off.
The first time I went alone I was prepared to use a condom. Steam Portland has them everywhere. I got a r
Grand Rapids—January, 2022
There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again. Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see. But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again. Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018. We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississi
Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3
One Year Later
January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes.
The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular,
Jackson—January, 2022
I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state. I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore. I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be…
It’s Saturday afternoon. The parking lot is busy. The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected. I go in and buy my ticket for
West Michigan—January, 2022
Derrick and Jacob and I used to meet up about once a month. The pandemic has totally destroyed that. We have seen each other a couple of times in the last two and a half years when the three of us felt comfortable to meet. In the middle of January, we decided to get back together. It felt odd for about 10 minutes…and then we were right back to where we left off.
We had a very long chat session to help get us back in tune. Derrick and I were dressed—an
