Cleveland—April, 2022
I made it into Cleveland easily. It was rather odd to be in a hotel again; even if it was not the host hotel, it was busy and full of people. I had decided my way back into CLAW was to stay somewhere else—and mingle as I felt motivated. I set up my room—and wrote a little.
After dinner, I decided I really wanted to explore the bathhouse in town, not try to juggle the apps. I had not been to this one in several years. The pandemic was not the only excuse—but t
Near Home—April, 2022
I was packing for my trip to CLAW for several days before I was to actually leave. I was excited to return to a leather weekend. Just the act of putting things in travel bags at the foot of my bed (toys, restraints, leathers) worked my cock up. I knew I wanted to get off at least once more before I set off to Cleveland.
So back to the closest bookstore I went. I wasn’t about to waste my load with a wank…
The parking lot is full. I take the last sp
I’m home tonight, it’s Sunday - Superbowl Sunday in fact, which signifies nothing to me since I’ve never watched football in my life. The clock was closing on 8:00 pm, and I had just heated up a bowl of soup for a late supper. I planned to read the news online while I ate it, and then probably think about getting some rest, as I had been up late the night previous. Tonight seemed like a good night to just unwind. The cat agreed; she wanted me to go the fuck to bed so she could have the house to
My Playroom—April, 2022
The very next day after the second bookstore trip, Dave was coming to the playroom. We’d had two hot sessions before the pandemic, but had lost touch. He had sent me a text and asked about re-connecting. I was more than ready to meet this self-described pig again…
I am leaning against the end of the fuck bench. Dave is on his knees. He looks great in his slightly stained white jock and black boots—flagging yellow on his socks. His mouth finds my pou
Near Home—April, 2022
I went to Easter dinner (with what family remains here in Michigan) still thinking about that hot moment of felching and loading the Linebacker. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I dreamed a variation of the scene that night, awaking at one point with a terrifically hard dick. The next morning, my plumped, if not hard, cock dictated what I was doing that day—so off we went to bookstore, to see who needed relief after seeing their family…
The parking lot
Near Home—April, 2022
I gave myself a week off after the rout at the house party in Chicago. I wanted to make sure I didn’t bring anything nasty home. Not to mention, I was thoroughly sated. By the next Saturday, all was good—and I was horned again.
It was the Saturday before Easter. Seeing the family over the holidays can be stressful. I have often found men at the bookstore relieving that stress on either the day before or after big family functions. I decided to see if it was
Chicago—April, 2022
After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party...
My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock. I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away.
“Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ d
Chicago—April, 2022
This picks up right where part two left off...
The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight. I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop…
I lick his hole and swallow. It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more. Zane moves and I gasp for air. He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs.
I go on a house tour. Upstairs on t
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.
Im a married daddy with 2 daughters. One day I hooked up with a gay guy who introduced me to bareback chemsex . He took my virginity on the first time and shot big load deep inside my virgin asshole. He turned me from a straight top daddy into a submissive bottom pig for his raw cock.
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
