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North of Home—January, 2024 It is likely that I picked up my cold at either of the two visits to the bookstore on Dec 31 or January 1. I felt lousy and had a nose that wouldn’t stop running (unless you counted the evenings in bed where all that mucus slid down my throat instead.) I worried that I would have to cancel my planned meeting with Ross. Sometime after I got back from New Jersey, we had set up a date for January 6. I looked back in the blog and found that we had not seen each other since August of 2022. We are both busy men, but neither of us could believe it had been that long. But better, we both knew it was time to make up for lost time. I agreed to come to his place to the north of me. I let him know how I was feeling at the top of the week—and then sent occasional reports as things improved. I really was back to my usual self by our Saturday, just a little tired from the sleep I lost due to the congestion. I tossed the sling in the car, remembering the mirror for above the frame, and set off… Ross is looking good. But there is no denying we’ve both aged a little since our last meet. He is tall and lanky, with a handsome face. He is younger that I am, but we are in the same decade. There is a shade more gray in his hair, that is now cut shorter than before. I set up the sling in his bedroom, where the bed already has a fuck sheet on it. Ross is making me a pot of tea out in the kitchen. I strip down in his office and find him on his knees, naked, waiting for me. My boots sound loud on the hard wood floor which is protected by my tarp and a sheet. I push my jock pouch into his face. He inhales. Groans. And exhales. Before he begins to lick. His tongue covers the loose weave of the fabric. Getting me wet. Getting me hard. Soon, he is sucking my rampant cock jutting out of the side of the pouch. I can’t help but throat fuck him for a moment. He gags and grins. “Get up on the bed.” Ross stands and leans, chest to mattress, his long legs in a wide stance on the floor. I go to my knees and begin to eat his hole. It is such a responsive one. I can’t stop thinking about working it to make his rose open up and bloom. But not yet. I simply fuck him with my tongue. I stand and fuck him with my cock. He groans out his pleasure. “Get all the way up on the bed.” He does, on all fours. I use my tongue again on his freshly fucked hole. Then my dick. He’s a shade high, so my booted foot swings up and plants itself on the mattress by his head. Ross groans at the sight. At the dominance. This gives me a great angle to fuck, and Ross responds to every thrust by working his talented ass. I pull out. Ross rolls onto his back, spins and hangs his head over the side of the bed. I fuck his face this way until we are both gasping… * Ross is in the sling and ready—with two different brands of poppers. I eat his hole. It is just beginning to gape. I stand up and fuck. I work a finger in alongside my cock. I hold it still and keep my cock pumping. It feels good to both of us. I add another finger. Now three. I love the added stimulation along the shaft of my thrusting dick. I pull out. I brought the stainless-steel drum stick of a toy that GaryM had given me. It goes into him easily. This is new to me. It has no give. It is unforgiving in how it plows into him. Ross is fine with how I’m using it. In and out. I wonder about adding my cock in with it, but I don’t. We break for a moment, leaving Ross in the sling. I drink more of the tea, hydrating. I go to my knees and taste his open hole. He pushes out. His enormous rosebud flirts with opening for me. In thanks for that, I stand up and fuck him. Hard and fast. Ross’ eyes are riveted to the mirror, watching my dick slice into him. I pull out. I add the cock sleeve over my shaft that supersizes the girth of my already thick cock. I grease it liberally before pumping it into Ross. He takes it easily—though I can see his eyes widen as he takes it. Watching it all in the mirror. I go to my knees and tongue his hole. He pushes out. The rosebud is in full flower—and so big I can’t get it all in my mouth… * It’s hands now. Alternating hands. Alternating with my dick. Back and forth. Left. Left and cock. Stroking it inside him. Using the words… “I’m jerking inside you…” Watching Ross’ eyes roll up into his head. I grease up the eggheaded dildo of mine. It’s glides in so easily now, this late in the proceedings. But it’s still a good stretch when my cock goes in with it. And it gives my hands a rest. I fuck him with the toy of above my cock. And below. Left hand. Right. Now, left hand deep in him with a fist. I add three fingers of the Right sliding down my wrist to stretch. Repeat. Then with the Right and fingers from my Left. Back and forth. More tea, though I can hardly hold onto the mug with all the K Lube. I fuck him. His hole has been so filled—and now it’s just my dick ravaging him. I slow the thrusting. I’m just slightly rocking into him now. “Here it comes…” and my cock begins spraying piss deep inside him. I empty my bladder of all the tea I’ve drunk. “And now I’m going to fist it out of you.” I grease up my hands anew. Left. Right. Each pulls out a small splash of piss as it leaves him, dumping it on the towel and tarp below us… * I am beginning to feel a little tired. I don’t have my full stamina back, after all. “Try for a double,” he murmurs. I do. Left first. Slide the right down my wrist and into him. It works. He is stretched with my full hands both inside him, open and palm to palm. Repeat. And again, this time with no poppers. We move to few rounds of punch fisting. The fist going in as a fist. But now his hole is as tired as I am. We call it a night and sit down to the delicious turkey soup that has been simmering on the stove, waiting for us pigs to finish… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Reunion With Ross: "Try for a Double" January 22, 2024

Near Home—December, 2023 It was New Year’s Eve. And I couldn’t decide what to do. I was planning a Chicago trip for the second weekend of January, so I knew I wasn’t going there. I didn’t want to go as far as Toronto, for either the time in the car or expense. Last year I rang in the New Year fucking at the huge bookstore/bathhouse complex north of me but, still weary from my long layover coming back from New Jersey, I knew I couldn’t spend the length of time there to justify the admission price. I wondered about going to the newly remodeled bookstore in Jackson, but it was Sunday, a day that was usually poorly attended. I looked at the clock and saw that I’d dithered away a good portion of the morning. I suddenly knew I didn’t much care if I went anywhere different. I just wanted to have sex one last time in 2023. I fixed a quick lunch and went to the bookstore nearest me… It’s hopping. There are men everywhere. Men who can’t settle. They move between the two theatres (and likely the arcade) never stopping anywhere—always hoping they will walk in on someone doing something. So, for all the men, there is not much happening. Yet. As a man leaves, I snag the cocksucker’s seat in the straight theatre. In moments I am joined by an acquaintance that I’ve known from my earliest times here. He is a Black man, around my age, middle height and trim. His black hair has moved to a very hot looking grey in the time I’ve known him. He used to be a fixture here, until the pandemic changed it all. He nods to me as he comes in and sits beside me. We both stroke to the porn, trying to be oblivious to the constantly opening and closing of the doors. We don’t play with each other. That will come later. I know him well enough that he wants to stroke for a good hour before he lets another man touch him. With the two of us staying in one place, more men decide to stay in the room—either in a chair or against the back wall. The crowd is a good mix of men I know and strangers. Staying in place leads to cruising and to actual sex. I get a regular daddy on my dick quite easily. This inspires someone I’ve never seen before to unzip and offer me his cock to suck while I am being done. When my sucker sees I have one in my mouth, he works harder. The guy I’m sucking moans—and suddenly pulls out. “I don’t want to cum,” he grunts and stuffs his regulation sized dick back in his jeans. He takes off. Eventually, my cocksucker needs a rest break. He stands up. The door opens and a very good-looking man walks in and leans against the back wall. He is followed by two of the regulars who huddle near the door, watching him. The new guy is likely 45 to 50, Caucasian, and tall. He’s seen the gym, but not for the last couple of years. He looks a little like Robert Mitchum at that age. Without looking around him, he unzips and pulls out a thick, semi-aroused cock. It grows instantly. This guy is a natural show off. The moment all eyes are on him he hardens up to a very thick, seven incher or so. No one approaches him. They wait to see if he will pick someone. Every man in the room is either stroking or kneading his crotch through the fabric of his pants, looking at him—not at the screen. But nothing happens. The guy just slowly jerks. The men leave or find chairs. When no one is actively watching him, he turns to me. “Suck my dick,” he hisses. I try to take him in my mouth, but staying seated is a bad angle. I go to my knees. Now, with a stretch, I can take him. “You like my big cock?” he whispers. But the men are up from the chairs and coming back to watch. This displeases my ersatz Robert Mitchum. Instantly he pulls out of me and covers himself. No longer the show off for actual man on man action. “Come on,” he grunts and leaves. I do myself up and follow him out the door. The preview booths, where he could get his privacy, are all locked today. He grunts and we go to the gay side. We are alone in the back corner for all of 90 seconds before the parade of gawkers arrive. “The arcade,” he huffs at me. I tell him I didn’t buy the ticket for there. He stomps off without me. I go and reclaim my seat. I stroke. The traffic of men in and out is back up, new guys seem to be arriving. I exchange blowjobs with my grey-haired friend. And eventually the faux Rober Mitchum returns. He wants more of my mouth. He still flinches every time the door opens. But the guys gaping and jerking in front of him, now seem to turn him on. I use every trick I know, but I can’t get him off. A good cocksucker, who often does me, is close at hand. I am taking a break and off my knees and sitting in my chair. I encourage the sucker to come do me. It’s the first-time faux RM has focused on my dick. He’s not pleased someone has more length. But he is impressed how the cocksucker handles me. He is even is even happier when I guide the guy off my cock and onto his. I go to the balls and suck them, while the cocksucker takes the shaft. This is like a revelation to RM. Has he never had two mouths on him at the same time before? He is back to being super hard now. We work on him until the older cocksucker can’t take it anymore. I work solo on RM, back on my knees. “That guy has a big dick,” he whispers, pulling me up. “Suck him while I watch.” He leads me over to where a portly white man is sitting and stroking to us having sex. I know the guy, who grins and likes the attention. I suck the new guy while RM strokes. A man arrives, watches us and joins, sucking RM. Then it’s a change-up. The new sucker goes down on the portly guy and I’m back on RM. Fuck, this guy has the same kind of lasting power I do. My jaw is getting tired. The portly guy gets off with the new sucker, and I am led back to my seat. Standing on the back wall is a guy I know from here. With my mouth, he cums in 30 seconds, if he takes his poppers. I suck RM for a moment with 30-Second Man watching and groping himself. Without any words, I move to 30-Second Man. I am rewarded with a huge load from this very vocal man. I wonder if RM will let me back on his dick with a mouthful of cum. He welcomes it. His cock is back to rock hard at the idea. “Suck the scum out of me.” He is breathing hard. “You want my load, too?” I grunt something. “Take it. Take it all from my big dick!” He has taken over an hour—but the load is huge. He howls out his orgasm as I swallow him down… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Suck the Scum Out of Me!" January 15. 2024