Chicago—April, 2022
This picks up right where we left off in Part 1:
…I stop fucking abruptly and pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock. He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls…
Two very young men arrive and begin making out on the couch as the Leather Blond slurps my cock clean. I ruffle his hair. Another daddy in a harness and red jock comes into the basement. “Use him hard,” I tell the guy and go up to the
Chicago—April, 2022
Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues. To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties. The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend. This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play. So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time.
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My Playroom—April, 2022
As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number. The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting. Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted. He was excited by that. So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house.
He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area. He’d play in t
Lansing—March, 2022
This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One.
The three of us go off to find our next play area. We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable. (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.) We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area. There is a four foot high gate to the area. I decide to leave it open, so others can join us. Perry strips down an
Lansing—March, 2022
Perry had come to the playroom in December. (I wrote it up in February as “Get Me Ready for Your Cock”)
We chatted a few times after the post was published. Somewhere along the way he let drop that he would love to have me whore him out (oversee other men using him along with me) at a bookstore—to not let him have any say in who was in either end of him. I agreed it would be fun.
Suddenly the timing for that adventure fell into place. We set a time to meet
Grand Rapids—March, 2022
In the months since the Halloween Party where I met and fucked Osvaldo repeatedly, there was not a week that went by where he did not send me a picture of his ass. Or dressed as a Pilgrim. Or as a holiday elf. Or with his new underwear… You get the idea. I did want to fuck him again, but I was in no hurry.
Finally the right occasion and timing presented itself—the March CumUnion. I checked that he still wanted to play again. I reminded him that we should
Near Home—March, 2022
After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night. I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that. One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit…
I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down. There are a few men—but none who look like play partners. I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre th
Near Home—March, 2022
Friday night.
I was horned.
I had thought about little else all day.
I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…
The gay theatre is empty. I check the straight one. Surprise. There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn. The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally. A very heavy man is sitting there. He currently has no takers. But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick
I Darren Kelly
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I drove home from Nashville Sunday morning - a 90-mile drive - having spent the last night taking cock in a hotel room. I still had nine loads inside me as the result of my night of service.
I don’t know anyone in Nashville, but an acquaintance from Chicago I met at IML last May had had come down to visit family, so I made arrangements to come down and take a hotel room so he could fuck me again. He also offered to be my doorman as I hosted.
It was a successful night of hosting, especi
North of Me—March, 2022
Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house. I drove up with the sling. I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...
“Kneel.”
He does. .On the tarp at the business end of the sling. Right in front of me. His knees touch the toes of my boots. Ross is naked—tall and lean. He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist. I repeat the process on his left. At my directiv
My load count for the past few years has been really horrible. Sadly it’s been single digits (per year!) since 2018. 2015-2018 it was triple digits. The past 3 years I can kinda blame on COVID, but it’s more than that. Fall if 2017 I did the week in Key West where I left my Truvada in NYC (intentionally) and took as many loads as possible. That started a “am I sure I want to be doing this?” phase which lasted a while. Then COVID happened.
Needless to say I want to get back up to triple dig
Jackson—March, 2022
It’s always nice to be wanted.
The Cub who took my load in February, after a marathon of bookstore sex, sent me a text. He was hoping I could breed him again at the bookstore. It was a Saturday morning when I got his message. I knew I was going to play somewhere that day, so it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to him. We set a time. We both wanted to play at the same place in Jackson, with its many screens of porn. I quickly packed a lunch for later and hit t
North of Home—March, 2022
As March began, the Ginger Bear and I wanted another meet. I packed some of my regular toys and drove to his place. The day we had set up the date, the weather had been warm for March. Now it was blustery and chilly. It got more so as I drove north. I was thankful I had tossed in a ratty old sweatshirt as we were playing in his basement—and the space heaters did little to cut the chill….
The ass. It is such a gift.
I am on my knees. My tongu
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Near Home---March, 2022
It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex. So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different. I found it at the local bookstore…
It’s a Friday night. Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately. Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case. But there are more cars than I expected. I b
My Playroom—February, 2022
Jake, the man who takes my fist with ease and likes to have his balls manhandled, suddenly had time for a play session. My calendar was freer than usual. On the last Saturday of the month he arrived with his bag of tricks…
I send Jake downstairs to the playroom so I can get out of my jeans and get my boots back on upstairs in my bedroom. I go down in my robe with a fairly clean white jock holding the goods. Jake is naked. And ready.
He sits on
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!
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