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It was late on a Friday night, the bars would only be open for an hour more. The bar I was at was pretty dead and there weren’t any prospects so I decided to walk down the street to another bar. As I was walking I noticed a guy a few years younger than me walking toward me. We made eyes at each other and we both turned to look back when we passed. We both stopped and walked back to meet up. “You just come from the bar up the street?” He asked me. “Yeah, it’s pretty dead there,” I said. “I was heading down the street to the other one.” “I just came from there,” he told me. “It’s pretty dead there too.” “Well that’s a bummer,” I said. “What were you looking for?” He asked me. “Oh ya know,” I replied, “just someone’s son to be balls deep in.” He laughed. I guess the alcohol was getting to me. “I’m someone’s son,” he said. “You wanna do something?” “I don’t really have a place we can go at the moment, I live pretty far away,” I told him. “Me too,” he said. “Here, follow me.” We walked down a cross street until we came to the entrance of a store that was in an alcove in a building. There was a box truck parked in front of it blocking the view and most of the street lights. Unless someone walked past, not likely at that hour, we wouldn’t be seen. He put his hand up to my head and we started kissing, grinding our crotches together. It felt like his cock was similar in size to mine. I wanted to check, so I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. I knelt down and took his cock out of his underwear. It was about the same size as mine I noted as I took it in my mouth. He leaned back against the window in the alcove as I blew him. I did that for a few minutes before he stood me up and we switched places, him taking my cock in his mouth and sucking me off for about 5 minutes. It felt amazing, he definitely knew what he was doing. After a while he stood up. “Do you rim?” He asked me. “Hell yes I do,” I told him. He stood and switched places with me and leaned against the window, this time with his ass facing me. He pushed his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and jutted his ass out. I knelt down again, spread apart his cheeks, and gave a tentative lick causing him to jump in pleasure. Then I dove in an lapped away, his face pressed up against the glass as he moaned in pleasure. After a couple minutes he turned slightly to me. “Do you have a condom?” He asked. I stood up against his back, letting my cock rest in his crack. “No,” I told him. “Damn,” he said. “We could probably go to one of the bars and get one,” I told him. “Nah, that would kill the mood,” he replied. “Are you neg?” “Yeah, you?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “You can put it in if you want, I’m horny enough to take it raw.” I spit in to my hand and slicked up my cock, not believing my luck with this cute guy that was about to let me bareback him. I put the naked head of my cock to his hole and there just off the sidewalk out it public I slid balls deep into someone’s son. I heard him sigh as I reached around to grab his cock to jerk him off. I pulled out until just the head of my dick was in him and pushed back in, setting up a confident rhythm as I also worked his cock. I did that for a couple minutes, so turned on from being out in public with this hottie that my orgasm was rapidly approaching. “Do you want me to pull out when I cum?” I asked him. It wasn’t until a few strokes of my cock later I heard a soft “no.” I told him I was close and he said he was to, so I kept up my rhythm in his ass and on his cock, and a few moments later I bred this stranger I met less than 20 minutes ago. I heard him give a cry as he spewed his semen against the window as I jerked him to completion. I slowly pulled out of him and he turned around to face me, pulling up his underwear and jeans. Some of his cum got on my fingers so I brought it up to my mouth and licked it off. “You taste good,” I told him as I buttoned up my own pants. “That’s was hot.” “Thanks,” he said, “that’s the hottest sex I’ve had in a while. I’ve never had a guy I just met bareback me in public before.” “Thanks, that was hot for me as well,” I replied. He kissed me and said he better get home, and we walked off one way and I went the other. I was a couple blocks away when I realized I never got his name. God I love gay sex.

For those small words that get lost in the crowd. There’s this game I used to play called Poetry for the Neanderthal. It goes like this: You’re given a word. Using only single syllables, and working with a partner, you try to describe the clue until they guess it. It’s harder than it sounds, but like anything in life, practice makes the world go round, or something like that. Let me give you an example: apple. It’s a fruit. Red. Makes crunch when bite. Simple enough, right? But there are rules: you lose a point if you use words with more than one syllable, if you spell the word, if you make sounds to describe it, if you use hand gestures, or if you switch languages to get around the rules. Let me try another: water. Falls from sky, can turn to ice when cold. Still manageable. But then you get a tougher word, and the real fun begins. Here’s an example: Word: Destination You go here when you need to map it. Google Maps? No, um, this is a place you go to. A library. No, eh, when you need to go a place, it is called what? An office. No, um, when you go to a place and need to map it, it is called what? Destination? Yes! omg. The game shines brightest when the words are tough and players start relying on their shared intuition. I’ve seen teams where one person gives the most vague and baffling clues, yet their partner gets it right away. It’s fascinating. Almost magical. A kind of bond that doesn’t rely on perfect communication but on mutual understanding—an invisible thread connecting certain people. Some might call it emotional intelligence. For me, the most beautiful part of this game is how it forces you to strip away complexity and describe something in its rawest, most primitive form. It’s a skill—one that requires practice, sure, but also a mindset. And if you embrace it, it changes how you explain things, even in real life. I’ve started turning to AI to see how it approaches this simplicity, and here’s what it came up with: Eg1. Word: Cramp Me: You feel this when you run lots, might hurt, I think it is like a lump of sort. (Stitch?) No, um, might not be lump, it is when you hurt but feels good when time pass. Could be when you run. (Soreness?) I give up. AI: Pain in your leg or arm, makes it hard to move. Eg2. Word: Siesta Me: Like a nap but long. (Sleep?) No, um, can be long but short too. (Rest?) No, can be two or three time pass. (Slumber?) I give up. AI: Short rest in day, to feel new. Eg3. Word: Voicemail Me: When folks call but you don’t pick up, it goes to where? (Voicemail.) Yes! AI: Place for calls you miss, with words to hear. Using tools like AI has taught me to appreciate the beauty of simplicity. In a world where complexity is celebrated, it’s refreshing to pare things down. Simplicity doesn’t mean unintelligence; in fact, it often takes more effort and clarity to express a complex idea with simple words. I choose simplicity in my writing not because I lack vocabulary or because I can’t spell—well, maybe the second is a little true—but because I believe ideas can reach further when written plainly. Simple words can speak to everyone, from adults to children. And the earlier we can help children grasp the complexities of life, the better prepared they’ll be for this sometimes cruel but still fantastic world.

Near Home—January, 2024 The morning after I played with GaryM, I knew I would be headed to my favorite haunt. I had ended that session quite content, but I was hankering for more. What I found proved to be an explosive session… I arrive just before 2pm. There is one older white man in the straight theatre. He is in the cocksucker’s seat, but I am pretty sure he’s not there to give head. He seems enthralled by what I think is very average porn. I sit off to the side. My dick is hard, even with the rather slow ‘point of view’ porn. The door opens. A young, good looking Black man enters. A man who I’ve never seen before. He walks down to me the moment he sees my dick. His hand reaches out and hefts it. “Damn…” he mutters. He goes to the back wall and unzips his pants, taking out a cock that is only a few millimeters smaller. Not wasting time, I get up and go to him. I go to my knees. He grins and pushes his pants down to his knees, turns and presents his lightly haired ass to me. Well, fuck! My face is instantly buried in his ass crack. I find his hole and begin tongue fucking it. He moans and jerks his cock. “Fuck me, Daddy…with that big white dick…” I stand. I lube myself up. His hole is open and ready, even with just a few minutes of me eating him out. “You want it raw?” I ask, though I think I know the answer. “Fuck, yes!” I slide into him. He’s hot and wet. With some great muscle control. He squeezes me often as he jerks. “Fuck me ‘til I shoot,” he mumbles. I pick up my fuck tempo. His hand matches my rhythm. If I slow down, so does the fist stroking that big dick. I build it back up. My hips are now really slapping into that full ass. The guy near us is actually jerking to the raw fuck happening next to him, not the screen. “Oh, yeah!” the young man moans. And in just a few more strokes, he explodes all over the floor. I stay in him for a brief moment, wondering if he’ll let me load him, but he’s done after his orgasm and pulls off me. He doesn’t bother to mop up, he just stuffs his dripping cock and wet ass into his designer underwear. “That was hot,” he whispers in my ear. “Thanks, Daddy.” He takes off. All in the first 17 minutes of my time there… * I go to the gay theatre. A regular, a white cub, is stroking. He has given me a load before and comes right over the moment I sit down. I get a new one, thick and creamy, with very little work. In the back corner are two men, I can only hear, having sex. They move into the room proper now. A white guy in a backwards ball cap, decently built and likely in his early 40’s, has obviously been sucking a younger Black man, who I don’t recognize. He is slightly younger than the man doing him, but older than the man I’ve just fucked. He sits on a chair across from me. They watch me watch them as Ball Cap continues to suck, now between the other man’s spread legs. “Go suck his dick.” Ball Cap looks up at him, then at me—and crawls across the floor. He settles between my spread legs. He sucks quite well. I watch him take me deep into his mouth. Suddenly, I have a black cock in my face. I take him into my mouth and begin to suck. He groans. Now it becomes a fun free-for-all. Every body takes turns on each other. Ball Cap hauls out his dick, as well. There are moments of one man being done while he is doing the third. Moments of two mouths on one cock. All of us get fairly equal attention from the other two. We are all dick hungry pigs. We are back in the first position, me sitting with Ball Cap on my dick and the other man in my mouth when he suddenly starts breathing hard. I get a mouthful of tasty, but watery cum. I vaguely feel like it should be Ball Cap’s, but he doesn’t seem to care. We stop while the guy cleans up before taking off. Ball Cap goes out and into the arcade. I go back into the straight side. I sit in the vacated cocksucker’s seat. There is man off to the side. I suddenly recognize that it is Hipster Goatee from the day after the blizzard. He recognizes me, too. He comes back and sucks my cock for a bit, then stands, presenting his tiny penis. I go to my knees and suck him, but this time I think I know what he needs. I worm a wet finger up under his balls as I suck. He gasps as it touches his asshole. He begins seeping precum as it enters him. In moments he is giving me his load. I am alone for a bit. The door opens. It is a hot Latino I have not seen here since before the pandemic. He has a shaved head, black glasses and a cock as big as mine, but in a lovely shade of light brown. He remembers me. He whips out his cock and I suck and he plays with my dick. I have to really mind my teeth with his guy. He is constantly dripping precum. I am surprised when he pulls out of my mouth and takes a turn on me. I don’t remember him sucking before. I do know that we’ve shared ass in the past. And, seemingly, he remembers, too. “We should go next door and see if someone wants to get fucked.” We do up our pants and go over. We find an older white man there in the cocksucker’s seat. Shaved Latino unzips and pushes his pants down to his knees. He sticks his dripping dick into the guy’s face. He fucks the man’s mouth hard. He means business. He leans over, thrusting his hand down the back of the older man’s pants. Shaved Latino’s bare ass is right in front of me. I go to my knees and lick him. I don’t expect the groan of pleasure from him. But he has his cock in a practiced mouth and his ass in my face. He grinds back on me. My cock is raging. I know I’m not going to fuck him, but just my tongue in an unexpected hole is hot as fuck. Suddenly the older guy worms out from under us. He gets up to leave, forcing us to stop. Shaved Latino is panting. I really want to drop a load. I’m blunt. “Can I eat your butt until I get off?” He looks at me for half a second before saying “Sure.’ He makes himself more comfortable, stepping out of his pants and underwear. We move deeper into the deserted room. He leans against the back of a chair, arching his ass at me. I go to my knees. My tongue traces down his fairly hairy crack. It burrows into his tight pucker. “Damn, you know what you’re doing…” I am so close. I keep licking and spitting and worming my tongue into his ever-loosening hole. He reaches back and grabs the back of my head and pulls me tightly into his ass. I can barely breathe—and it’s the perfect trigger. I erupt between his shoes, shooting the massive, built-up load… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Another Bookstore Bonanza February 5, 2024