Grand Rapids—December, 2022
I got the email. Finally! The host of the group play evenings was starting it up again. In October, we had had a small version at someone else’s house, but now the host was ready to try a full group at his home. I agreed to bring the rimseat and the fuckbench.
And then the snow started to fall.
I left early, but the farther north I went, the more snow hit my windshield. Speeds went from already slower to what seemed like a crawl. I got off the high
Jackson—December, 2022
It was a Monday, just before the middle of the month. I had all the time in the world. I’d made my reservations for my holiday drive to New Jersey to see my brother. (For the first time since Covid hit.) I had even started packing—and I wasn’t leaving for a few days yet.
What I needed to do was get my balls emptied before the trip.
I decided to go to the bookstore with the new remodel. I packed a lunch and arrived right around noon…
There i
Near Home—December, 2022
I didn’t do anything sexual for a full week after the CumUnion party with Osvaldo. I was sated. I monitored myself for exposures of all sorts. And was quite content to stay at home with a good book.
I was ready to play again by the next Saturday. I went for an afternoon session at the bookstore. Historically, this was a busy time…
The parking lot is all but bare. I think about just heading home. But I remind myself that all it takes is just o
Grand Rapids—December, 2022
Osvaldo desperately wanted another session with me at Cum-Union. I was happy to give him one as long as he was still fine with my playing with other men, too. He was. Eager even. He’d loved the rotation of guys in his ass and mouth. He’d enjoyed watching me fuck another. He still ached for us to find another hung top so we could double penetrate him.
I told him I would come up to the first of the December Cum-Unions. I got there slightly earli
West Michigan—November, 2022
Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January. I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc. It took us until November to see each other once more.
I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last
Near Home—November, 2022
I have found that Black Friday, the shopping day after Thanksgiving, is often a very good day at the bookstore. Husbands seem to disappear to fill the theatres—leaving wives in the department stores. I went to the bookstore in the afternoon—and the place was packed…
I go into the straight theatre first. There is not a chair to be had. I stand against the back wall. Men are groping themselves, but not stroking. I don’t see action on the horizon anyt
My Playroom—November, 2022
Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November. He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later. I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig…
Jack is naked when I come downstairs. He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench. I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me. Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch. I have
Near Home—November, 2022
Keshawn’s motel party was supposed to be the first part of a sex weekend away from home. I had visions of spending all Saturday at the best bookstore in northern Indiana before heading back to Michigan. The weather stopped me. As I woke up Saturday morning after the party, the weather report was for a large amount of snow, coming in from Lake Michigan by the afternoon. Northern Indiana and southwest Michigan were to be a mess. The last thing I wanted to do was
Louisville—November, 2022
In the middle of October, Keshawn asked me to save a date in November. He was going back to Louisville and wanted to throw another hotel party for all his fuck buds down there. He wanted me to come down, since I’d enjoyed his earlier party, a birthday bash, celebrated with hot, horny men. It was to be a smaller group which was fine by me. I drove down early in the day and napped in my own hotel room across the river in Indiana. I crossed the bridge and
Near Home—November, 2022
I went to the bookstore nearest to me for some Sunday afternoon fun. Historically, it has been a good time to find playful men needing to get off before the work week starts…
I lock the car and go in. The parking lot is sparse, but I am slightly earlier than usual. I go into the straight side. A younger man I recognize by sight is in the back row. He is Black, around 30 and with a large frame that carries his weight well. I know that he loves to je
My Playroom—November, 2022
Declan, the young man in the military, who came to me in August to open his ass, needed another session. We set one up, but his superiors changed his schedule and he had to cancel. He was finally on my doorstep again on an evening in November. He looked great: just under 30 years old, tall—with a little extra weight and a whole lot of muscle.
“I need to tell you, I’ve had nothing in my butt since you were in there.”
“That’s a shame,” I told hi
Near home—November, 2022
When I got home from my disappointing Friday bookstore outing, I thought about going downstairs and taking matters into my own hands while watching some porn on the big screen television in the playroom. But I didn’t. Jerking off alone bores me. I decided to save the load for someone on Saturday night. I had recently been impressed with the Saturday night crowd at the bookstore closest to me—so I resolved to go there again…
Once again, there are lots
Jackson—November, 2022
Jake came to see me on a Thursday. When Friday dawned, I was horned. Really horned. I was aware I was erect even before I was aware that I was awake. I showered and did all those morning things. The erection may have ebbed, but not the feeling. I wanted sex; sex that was different than the kind of sex I had had the day before. It being Friday, it made me think it might be a good afternoon at the bookstore that had just changed its video lounge into more of a pl
My Playroom—November, 2022
In the first few days of November, I had a date to fuck and fist Jake. (And likely abuse his balls.) I hadn’t seen him for a quite some time, February to be precise. We had tried on a couple of occasions to meet, but our schedules had never meshed. But we knew we’d see each other again. After all, he is the man I have played with longer than anyone else in my current stable of men.
He drove in on a beautiful fall day and we began to play in the early aft
Three and a half inches is the width of a credit card.
Or the length of a microdick - a term that I despise.
There is a Top in Indianapolis who fucking terrifies me because every time he encounters me at a bathhouse he reduces me to a quivering puddle of post-anal-orgasmic jelly using just such a cock. Attached to him, it is a fearsome weapon.
I encountered another one today as I was hosting in Nashville. In the last minutes before I had to close up shop to leave, a man contacted
Near Home—October, 2022
It was the last Saturday of October. I had the night off from a temporary gig I was working. I thought about going to one of the bigger sex venues to ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but in the end, I saved money and time by going to my usual haunt. No costumes. Just horny men…
As I park the car, there are very few spots. Always a good sign. I go in, pay—and sit in the straight theatre. It is packed. The last Saturday I was here I had been just about
Grand Rapids—October, 2022
I had joined Osvaldo at a number of events held at the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. Between each of them he kept up a lively text conversation—sending me enticing pictures of his ass. I finally gave in and decided to meet him at the second Cum-Union party of October. We agreed on a time—and off I went.
I paid my admission and went to find my locker. The place seemed busy, but not packed. I hoped that would mean men would be more playful. I ditched
My Playroom—October, 2022
I had met him just a few days ago. Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place. (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two). He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him. He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass. He had asked for my number before we were done there. A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom…
He is naked, his cl
Grand Rapids—October, 2022
I got the word at the last minute. The host of the sex party I have written so often about on this site, was looking to start it up again, in a limited fashion. It was still to be in Grand Rapids, but in someone else’s home. He asked if I was available to attend—and if I could bring the sling and rimseat. Naturally, I said ‘yes.’
It was right in the middle of the month, when the weather was still warm. I packed the car and took off in the late afternoon.
Jackson—October, 2022
(This picks up right where I left off. from the previous post.)
I wander back to the trans room. Blond Boy is on the exam table. He lies on his back, feet on the stirrups. “This should make it easier.”
I go to my knees and begin eating his ass. I know the remnants of the load in my mouth is no issue for this ass. I taste myself in him as he pushes his hole out into my mouth. There is movement behind me. Gym Rat and a bear around my age have come in. T
Jackson—October, 2022
It was a foregone conclusion that I would head back to the bookstore with the new layout. I went on a Wednesday afternoon. This surprises me now, as I type this up, as I usually go there nearer the weekend. But it was a terrific set of encounters…
I go into the refurbished lounge with the heavy door clunking shut behind me. I pass the new cubicles that have glory holes and the cubicles hung with cloth to give privacy. No one is viewing the varie
Near Home—October, 2022
Last time, I noted how different cruising, even in the same location, can be every time you go. It is so dependent on who shows up and who is in a playful mood. Six days later I went back to the same bookstore. It wasn’t a bad experience—but just so different from the week before…
It’s Friday night. There are men around—but no one is staying in one place long enough to get anything started. In my first few moments in the straight theatre, sitt
