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  1. Jackson—August, 2024 While I had a lot of fun in the previous post, I didn’t get off. The next day was Saturday and I woke up with a very large, demanding, erection. I had liked the mix of men on Saturdays at the bookstore that had created a sexual playground of gloryholes and dark cubicles, with a medical exam table for public fucking. I packed my lunch, as always, and drove east to see what trouble I could get into… It's dark. It takes long seconds for my eyes to adjust. I stand right by the door and wait. Soon enough I can see men milling about it the shadowy light from all the television screens scattered around the walls of the main room. I sit, as usual, where I can see several—all showing a different type of porn. My cock is let out. It hardens up...and in moments I have a mouth on it. The man sucking me is the man who almost always is the first to get his mouth on me here. He is likely my age, with a head of grey hair, now cut so short I almost didn’t recognize him. But I sure recognize his tongue. He is an excellent cocksucker. And obviously loves it. He goes repeatedly from my shaft to my balls, remembering how much I love that. This time, as he comes up for air, he surprises me with: “My ass is available, too.” I tell him I’ve literally just walked in and not thinking about fucking quite yet and to look for me a little later. He goes off. I see him lead a man into a cubicle—and soon hear the moans of the new man in his mouth. I wander. I get some head in the small lounge from a much older man as another patron jerks off to us. I move on to the back room, the home of the medical exam table. A man is sitting, jerking to trans porn here. I unzip and feed him my cock. We are soon joined by a third, who goes to his knees and sucks the guy sucking me. My sucker is good. And generous. He takes me out of his mouth and tells the guy sucking him to try my dick. The third man does. Repeatedly. Going back and forth between the two hard cocks. The guy sitting there is not left alone for long. A fourth man feeds him his dick—and a load. The guy who started on the seated man, can’t get enough of cock. “Please give me your cum.” I tell I’m just warming up, and excuse myself. I wander. I end up at the slurp ramp. I watch a man being serviced there, his body flattened against the plywood wall, getting head from some anonymous man through the glory hole. In moments, he groans and his body shakes. I watch his ass clench and release as he fires his seed into the unknown man’s mouth. He notices me, and rather sheepishly, puts his cock away. He musters a smile and moves to the exit. I take his place. I like the idea of giving the cocksucker another dick so soon after his reward. But I don’t stay long—the guy is terrible, all teeth. I pull out, afraid of a nick on my glans. I wander. The guy who wanted my load back near the exam table is kneeling on a couch in the middle of the main room. He is using the back as support for his chest and sucking a guy who stands behind the sofa. I go stand next to the guy getting head. He grins at me and pushes the willing sucker over onto me. I let him suck me a bit, before pushing him back to the first man for another round. A bear of man also kneels on the sofa, to suck whoever is not getting sucked at the moment. I let him do me. A tall Black man stands to my side and whips out his dick. Now the three of us trade off on the two hungry mouths. I love the rotation and find it hot to watch, even when it’s not my turn in someone’s mouth. I wander back to where I started. A hot trucker type finds me there. He nods to me and kneels without really waiting for an invitation. He is hungry and loves to takes every millimeter of my length into his throat. He finally pulls off me. “You’ve got to fuck my ass with this thing.” Looking like he just stepped out of his big rig, I ask if he’s prepped for that. He assures me he is, as we walk to the exam table. “I want everyone to see me take this dick,” he murmurs as he undresses. He is hairy in all the right places. I show him how to raise the end of the table, to get his ass higher for my long legs. He gets up and I go to the floor to lick his hairy crack. “Eat me out,” he moans. When I finally come up to fuck, I notice we have an audience of one. A guy around my age and build is stroking to our action. I suggest he use the trucker’s mouth, but he stays where he is, relentlessly jerking. I slide into the trucker’s ass. He moans again, and tells me to fuck him. Hard. I start slowly, but build quite fast. Soon, I am rocking the table with my thrusts. I wonder if I am going to shoot. Things feel really good. But it’s the trucker who asks for a break. And my number. He’s hot enough I give it to him. He takes off, late for work. I go to my car and get lunch. My phone, which I always leave on the front seat, goes off. It’s the trucker. He has sent me a message. “I prefer to get fucked fully dressed as Synthia” he tells me. Another ding on my phone and there he is in full regalia. I answer rather neutrally. I thought he was hot as fuck as his butch self; his cross-dressing persona does nothing for me…but whatever works for him. I’m just not sure it will ever be my dick fucking around that pink thong. I finish my lunch and go back inside, to the chair where I started. The guy who stroked to us as I fucked the trucker finds me. “You suck cock, right?” he asks. I nod. He unzips and asks that I finish him off. He is so close to shooting it takes very little tongue work. It’s a big load from his very average dick and small balls. I sit there, enjoying the taste of his sweet cum. And it makes my hungry for more. A distinguished looking 50-something approaches me. “May I?” he asks, indicating my wet cock. I nod. He goes to his knees and sucks. He moans the entire time he works on my cock. He looks up, all smiles. “You must top, too, yes?” I nod. He gets up and takes me into the nearest cubicle, drawing the curtain shut. In a moment he is out of his dress pants and white shirt. (Why would anyone wear that to this place??) Then his boxers come off. He is naked but for dress socks. He leans on the bench, presenting me a nicely shaped ass. I go to my knees and rim him. He moans—loader now with no cock in his mouth. I hear the curtain rustle—certain that someone is now watching us. I lick and spit and get his ass good and wet. “Please fuck me hard.” A beat. “Sir.” I stand up. The ‘Sir’ makes me slap his wet ass crack with my very hard cock. He gasps. “You want me inside your ass?” “Yes, Sir.” “You like raw dick up there?” “Yes, Sir.” I stick my cock in him. He moans but takes me much more easily than I thought he might. I begin a slow fuck. “Use me anyway you want to.” He groans out, quickly adding “Sir.” I fuck him hard. I am building to a nice climax after all the play today. “I’m going to load your hole…” “Yes, Sir. Breed me,” he whimpers. “It’s all I’m good for…” Damn, he knows what to say. His ass feels great, but his mind fuck is hotter yet. “I…” I start to say—but I can’t continue, as I shoot my load deep into his ass. Blast after blast. I stay in place for a long time. I slowly pull out. “Clean me up,” I tell him. He hesitates. Then his tongue touches my spent cock. He moans in surprise at the deliciousness at the mix of his ass jizz and my cum. He can’t stop sucking my wilting dick… * I found him online afterwards, by accident. In his profile he stated he has a very sub wife who loves to see him degraded… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Trucker and the Well-Dressed Daddy August 18, 2024
  2. Near Home—August, 2024 The end of July and early August was quite busy for me professionally. I didn’t get a chance to play again until the first Friday afternoon of the month. I tried to find some playroom action, but once I found a couple of regulars were too busy themselves, I opted for an afternoon at the re-modeled bookstore video room. As I parked, I was pleased to see the couple (who come here together to suck dick) eating lunch in their car. I nod to them and go in… I don’t have long to wait. I’ve just gotten my cock out and the two guys come in from the parking lot. The one with the shaved head goes first. He gives me rather aggressive head as his partner watches. When his knees tire, the more mild-mannered one takes his place. It’s a great study in contrasts—both very satisfying. I look around the room as they work on my dick. In a corner, tucked almost under the gay screen, is the man I christened the Voyeur. Now that he so often sticks his dick into my mouth, it is not quite as fitting a moniker. He is stroking his long, thin, slightly curved cock to the blow job I am receiving. My attention goes back to my sucker as he moves to my balls. He moans a little as he tongues the slightly sweaty orbs. After one more round of his mouth on my dick, the two of them take off, likely having spent much of the morning here. The Voyeur gets up and comes over, sitting one chair away from me. We chat a little, as there is now no one else in the room. I haven’t seen him here since the theatres got wiped out by the drunk driver. He has been traveling, he tells me. We both continue to stroke as we catch up. Eventually, I get on my knees and take him into my mouth. It is such a nice fit, to have this ebony cock inside my mouth. It is thin enough not to worry about teeth or breathing—until he decides to fuck the final half inch into my throat. Now I can’t breathe as I choke on it. He loves how my throat constricts and juices up. He does it again and again. New men have arrived as we have been talking and while I’ve been on my knees. A couple of regulars and one man I’ve never seen before. He sits near us. He opens his fly and strokes to the blow job I’m giving. The Voyeur seems to know him. He nods at him and then taps me on the shoulder. I come up for air. “I want to see you fuck him,” he whispers to me. He indicates the guy near us. He is stroking madly. “Stand up and show him your dick.” I do just that. Instantly the guy stands up and starts stripping off his dress pants and shirt. He’s likely 50’s, white with a deep summer tan and in great shape. “Take that cock up your ass for me,” the Voyeur hisses, the moment the guy is naked but for black socks. He grins and starts to dig for lube. “I have some,” I say as I go back to my knees and begin eating this guy’s shapely ass. He groans and reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart. I zero in on his hole and get it very wet. I spit continually. Each time the sound of it makes the Voyeur’s hand speed up on his cock. Suddenly, the guy pulls away from me. He wants to taste my dick. I sit and let him. He gets me as wet as I got his ass. He stands up and bends, placing his ass at a great angle for the Voyeur to see the action. I stand and spit on his pucker one last time, as I lube up my cock. I sink into him. Slowly. Inch by inch. “Oh, fuck…” the guy groans out. I stop. Wait. And give him the last few inches. My pubes scrape his upturned ass. “Fuck him,” the Voyeur hisses. I begin a slow in and out, a rather shallow stroke. This is too little for both the fuckee and the Voyeur. “Give it to him hard!” “Harder! I can take it.” I speed up and really let him have it. The guy instantly begins to pant—and to push back, grinding his ass onto my dick. This motion makes the Voyeur shoot. He just has time to pull his shirt out of the way, so it’s not covered. The guy pulls off my dick, scoops up his clothes and races to the restroom. He is dressed and out the door before the Voyeur is cleaned up. He thanks me for the visual and leaves… * I sit back down. An older Latino has been stroking to my fuck. He brings his smallish dick over and I suck him. With very little work, I get a load out of him. He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it by way of thanks. He zips up and leaves, almost colliding with the guy I’d fucked coming back in. “I want more—even if I’m late for work…” He drops his pants to his ankles and proceeds to sit on my dick. He bounces on my cock, higher and higher, taking it deeply into his gut. I grab his hips and keep him from pulling all the way off me. He pounds himself down on me. His legs can’t take too much of this. He finally slows and pulls off my dripping dick. “Now I have to get to work. Thanks.” He pulls up his pants. “Someday I want your load.” And he leaves. I stroke. In less than five minutes, he’s back. He drops his pants and leans against the wall, leaning across the seat the Voyeur had been in. “Please give me a load to take to work.” I stand up. I am far more likely to be able to load him in this position. I lube up a little more and push into his very wet hole. I am fucking as hard as the first time. And I think I might be able to give him what he needs. I am so damn close—and his work phone goes off. In one deft move, he squirms away from me, pulls his pants up and runs to the bathroom. I hear him chatting to his boss for a moment. Suddenly, the door bangs open and he races out of the room, slamming the main door. I never see him again… * That was the hot part of the afternoon. But there was one more I want to detail, as I like to chronicle how we have sex here in the 21st Century. Sometime later, the Talker came in. We were alone in the room. He detailed how he hated the new set up. Then we were joined by a white guy in his 70’s. He sat next to me—and eventually asked if he could touch my cock. I let him. He did—and then he stood up and dropped his walking shorts. He was wearing a diaper that had been duck taped to his body—so he could wear it all afternoon and nothing could drip out. “My wife did this to me,” he lamented, “when I told her where I was going.” He went on to say she does this all the time to punish him. “She had my cock pierced, too. And has me in a cage.” I had no proof of that. Or even if there is a wife. He eventually blew me—not very well—while the Talker shut up and fed me his cock. As soon as Duct Tape Man got up off his knees, he complained of the heat in the room and left… I do love recording the weird as well as the wonderful… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "I Want to See You Fuck Him!" August 16, 2024
  3. My spotter NEVER did that for me!
  4. Near Home—July, 2024 After the orgy-interruptus detailed in the last post, no reader of this blog should be surprised that the next afternoon I went looking to get off. It was a Sunday afternoon at my usual bookstore, with all of us now in one room. And what a varied bunch it was… I go in, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Men are scattered around the room. No one seems to be doing anything. Yet. There is a sexual tension in the room. Everyone waiting for someone to make the first move. I sit where I can see both screens with a turn of my head. I unbutton, pull out my blue-balled cock and stroke. In moments, a regular is on his knees in front of me. He is slightly older and me with a very long and grey goatee. He swallows me down. He alternates between tonguing the head, taking me to the root and using the soft hair of his goatee to mop up my precum. Another man joins us. His tiny dick is hard as he jerks to us. He is also whiney—desperate to have a turn on my cock. If he’d ask nicely, I would let him. But he’s demanding it. It puts both me and my cocksucker off the idea of sharing. My goateed sucker is not giving up. He is determined to get me off. Even with me needing release, it just isn’t that easy. And he is doing the same three things over and over. Never varying anything. It slowly goes from erotic to friction to annoying. I finally ask for a break. I expect the annoying guy to be right there, but he is enraptured in the threeway happening onscreen. A new arrival. A larger guy. Older. He sits next to me. He ogles my wet cock, but makes no move. He opens his fly and gropes himself. Poppers come out. He offers them to me but I decline. He takes a hit and sighs. His hand moves faster in his crotch. We chat as we watch the porn. He’s a widower. “Thank God for this place,” he tells me. He offers me a hit once again. I shake my head. He takes one, groping himself faster as the fumes hit. “May I?” I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth. There’s not a lot of dick there, but his balls are juicing everything up like crazy. He loves my tongue and he caresses my head and ears as I lick him dry. The more I lick, the more poppers he takes and the more his dick drools into my mouth. I finally get up. He thanks me and becomes my best audience for the rest of his time there. A man who I used to fuck regularly here, emerges from the farthest corner. I hadn’t noticed him. He strips down. And sits next to me on the opposite side of the older man. I suck him for a bit. He also has a bottle of poppers and it keeps his dick perpetually soft. We reverse. This is more fun. And a better show for the older man. He loves seeing my dick sucked up close and right in front of him. The door opens. Another white man around my age. He watches the blow jog for a moment before he goes around the corner. We hear him strip down. He comes back to us wearing nothing but tennis shoes and nipple clamps connected by a chain. My sucker stops and sits down. Nipple Clamps is on him. Sucking him for the prize. The poppers come out again, now keeping him from getting hard in the new man’s mouth. But they both keeps trying. Finally, the new guy goes around the corner to sit, his knees tired. I stand up and follow him. “Suck this one,” I murmur, letting it swing in front of his face. He gobbles me down. He’s good. The best today. I reach down and grab the chain connecting the two clamps. I tug slightly. His body shivers and he redoubles his efforts to please me. I let him suck at his own pace. Then I begin to fuck his face. He groans. And takes me effortlessly. I pull out. I go down on my haunches. I twist the chain slightly. He grabs his cock and jerks. I add more pressure. His nips are an angry red. I twist once more. His cock goes off. Mine is just below his and it is covered with his cum. I stand up and tell him to lick it off. He is suddenly no longer an obedient sub. He declines and gets dressed. I use his cum for lube… * From the beginning, one of the men in the room was a very hot Latino. Likely early 40’s, Hollywood handsome face. He went from groping to openly jerking his sizable dick. He sat where he could see all the action and both screens. He was exclusively on the straight screen when I arrived, but was watching both (and us) as the afternoon progressed. The men I played with all commented on him to me in whispers. How hot, but why bother to be here, they all said, if you aren’t going to do anything. I countered that this new set up was perfect for him. He would never have ventured into the gay side when the theatres were separate. And now he can watch gay action and see it’s not so scary. I’m betting, if he keeps coming back, he will be letting guys on his dick in six months… * I sit back down with my jizz covered cock. I stroke. A white guy, with a shaved head and in his 50’s, comes in. A gym built body. He instantly pulls out a beautiful seven incher. He strokes, sitting to my right, next to the older, juicy man. I stroke, occasionally licking some of the nipple clamp’s jizz from my fingers. Shaved Head is looking at me. “Do you want that sucked?” I venture. “No, but I’m cumming on your dick.” It doesn’t take him long. He stands and beckons me over. My dick is no longer frothy from the first load on it. He aims and covers me with really milky cum. There is so much, some drips to the floor, but not much. I finger some up to my mouth and I taste it. His eyes are riveted to me. I smile. He smiles. He quickly zips up and leaves. I stroke with a new load on my cock. I can’t believe I have had guys do this twice in one day—as it’s something that has rarely happened to me. A hot boy comes in. He sits next to the cock sucker who can’t get hard due to poppers. In moments, he is sucking off the young man, feeding him poppers. I know the guy is going to shoot. So, I suck the older man next to me. Surprisingly, he gives me a full load and leaves. The young man leaves, sated. The poppers guy says goodbye, too. The hot Latino also shoves his very hard cock in his jeans and leaves. And Tit Clamp is back. He wants to get fucked. He strips naked. He bends slightly, but as my hard dick finds his hole, he straightens up making the entry impossible. I bend him over more. He does the same thing. And again. He finally says, he should get home. He dresses and leaves. And I’m alone. Fuck, not again. I wait. The door opens. A young guy. Cute, late 20’s, white, a little cubby with dark curly hair. He sits where the Latino sat—far away from me. But his eyes are on my dick. He takes his out, by stepping out of his shorts. He’s wearing no underwear. His cock is longer than I expect, thin and uncut. “Do you want it sucked?” He walks over to me. He fondles my erection, jerking it for a moment, before he turns and tries to sit on me. “You are going to need so much more lube,” I tell him. (Shaved Head’s cum is long gone from my shaft.) I get him to kneel on the chair. He has a wonderfully furry crack. I tongue him while greasing up my dick. “Fuck me, daddy.” I stand up and my head finds his hole. I enter. He yelps like a stuck pig. “No way,” he pants. “You are so much bigger than I thought…” I really need to cum. He seems to have no interest in sucking me. “Can I eat your ass until I shoot?” He loves this idea. And so do I. He juts his full, hairy ass towards me. I chow down. He’s groaning and stroking as I tongue fuck him. The lube on my cock has reactivated the residual cum of the two men who shot on it. Or at least in my mind it feels that way. I jerk and lick and spit. The young man groans out: “No one eats my ass…” In moments, I am dropping the huge load I should have shot on Saturday… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Relief Comes in So Many Shapes and Sizes August 14, 2024
  5. We needed more men there--you'd be a great addition!
  6. Grand Rapids—July, 2024 On the last Saturday of the month, I went north to the house party I always enjoy. I packed the rimseat…though it never got used… We are stripping downstairs in the living room. The host, a short thin man with an infectious smile, is explaining that something went wrong with his emailed invitations. He tells us he sent them out three or four times. I tell him I had only got one—and just a few days ago. The others agree. Which explains why there is me, the host, his friend I like to think of as Thin Dicked Top and a hot man with a shaved head, a furry chest and a hot bubble butt. But even with this small group, we have two tops, a bottom and I am pretty sure Shaved Head is versatile. We go upstairs. We ignore the sling and jump on the bed. “Fuck me,” the Host tells Shaved Head. “He,” he points to Thin Dicked Top “piss fucked me just before you guys got here.” His legs go up in the air. Thin Dicked Top holds them in place. Shaved Head coats his dick with coconut oil and pushes into the Host’s wet hole. I hear the familiar squishy sound of an over wet ass. The Host is dripping piss with every back stroke onto the leather covering of the bed. When Shaved Head pulls out, I toss a towel under the Host and plow him some more. A fifth man arrives. Likely 20 years younger than anyone else in the room, he’s mid 30’s and stocky. He strokes himself hard as he watches me fuck the host. I pull out. The host goes downstairs to get rid of the rest of the piss that I haven’t fucked out of him. The new guy goes to his knees. The three of us circle up. He sucks Shaved Head first. Then Thin Dicked Top. “Don’t forget him,” Shaved Head murmurs, pulling me by my cock closer to the hungry new arrival. He takes me into his mouth. This young man is good. He knows what to do. He swallows me deep after some wonderful tongue work. Now he is making the circle—a quick suck for all of us. Soon enough, Shaved Head goes to the floor so he can suck the sucker. He slurps loudly on the guy’s average sized dick as the younger man goes back and forth on the dicks in front of him. “I want to ride your cock,” Shaved Head says, coming up for air. “Let me eat your hole first,” I tell him. He gets on all fours. I grease up and go to my knees. I get acquainted with his rather loose pucker. Getting my tongue into him so easily makes my cock drip. I stand up and slide in. He groans. “Please let me ride you. It’ll help me take it longer.” I pull out and he makes room for me on the bed. I lie down, legs hanging over the edge of bed. Shaved Head faces me, squatting over my cock. He settles down onto me and groans out his enjoyment. The new arrival strokes himself, standing to one side. Thin Dicked Top to the other. Shaved Head works himself up and down on my cock slowly. Then he builds up speed. The new arrival bends and takes Shaved Head’s cock into his mouth. “If you suck me while I’m getting fucked, I’ll cum.” The new arrival doesn’t stop. “Ah, shit….” Shaved Head is giving him his load. Fifteen minutes into the evening. We all stand up. The Host arrives back in the room he gets on all fours. I slide into him, standing on the floor. Shaved Head no longer has a hard cock, but his mouth is very active. He sucks New Arrival who is standing at the other end of the bed. Thin Dicked Top begins feeling up the young man’s hole. “I haven’t gotten fucked in ages,” he tells TDT. “Do you want it?” asks Shaved Head. The young man nods his head. He bends down, supporting himself with his hands. Thin Dicked Top slides into him—the perfect dick to open him up again. Now there is a fucking at either end of the bed. Shaved Head lies down on the bed, face up, and slithers under the young man. He gets his cock into his mouth—though it’s not as hard now with a cock in his ass. The sounds of raw ass fucking fill the room. The fucking is finally halted by the young man needing a break. I suck Thin Dicked Top’s cock, tasting the New Arrival’s hole on him. Shaved Head is stroking his cock, hoping for it to revive. The Host is now sucking New Arrival. He pulls off him. “Do you fuck?” New Arrival nods. The Host gets on his back and New Arrival grabs the bottom’s ankles. The Host guides New Arrivals cock into him. On the other end of the bed, Thin Dicked Top is asking Shaved Head if he can take more cock after cumming. He can. He gets on all fours and TDT slides in. I stand to the side and jerk to the two fucks, expecting to trade off with one or the other tops. TDT is so into the fuck, he doesn’t even notice me waiting my turn. I start over to see how New Arrival is getting on—and he is getting on so well, he’s about to shoot. “I can’t help,” he moans, “I’m gonna cum…” And he does. Flooding the Hosts hole. I am there to clean his cock and lick up the cum running out of the Host. I want to settle down for a nice felch and fuck, but the Host hears his phone go off downstairs. He excuses himself, hoping that more recruits are on their way. “Can I eat your ass?” I ask the young man. “Sure. Just don’t fuck me, now that I’ve cum.” I get him on all fours and spend a long time eating his hole—honestly waiting for Thin Dicked Top to take a break so I could fuck Shaved Head again. But he doesn’t. So, I enjoy the tight pucker and hairy ass crack of New Arrival. And when I look up again, the men have shifted. Shaved Head has gotten a fresh erection and he is plowing Thin Dicked Top. I had no idea TDT is versatile. I go back to licking the ass in front of me. But the kid has had enough. He’d rather watch the new fuck and flog his soft cock. I stand up. I kneel behind Shaved Head. My tongue finds his used hole on the backstroke. He calls me a filthy [banned word]. Then: “I’d rather have your cock than your tongue.” I take the cue. I stand up. He slows his fuck, giving me time to get inside him. I glide in easily. I stand still as he begins to move. Into TDT and back on me. Fuck into ass and back onto cock. Over and over. It feels wonderful. Could I shoot? Not a chance—we’ve only been playing for 40 minutes. But I love the train. It is always such a hot position. But then it stops. New Arrival has gone downstairs for food. The other two separate. Shaved Head makes an appointment with me to sit on the rim seat after a break. But after some food, everyone goes home. Fun—but with no big finish. Just like this post…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Becomes Five August 12, 2024
  7. I think you might want to re-consider the bathroom use. Guys need to piss after sex. And wash their hands before going home. I agree that a guy shouldn't shower in some cumdumps room, but I always need to get some lube off my hands. Some guys need to make sure they don't smell like sex before they return home (it could cut down your numbers.)
  8. From what I have observed over the years, the best gay relationships, the ones that last, are open. I was with the same man for 30 years, until his death. He was an oral only guy. That limited my sexual expression, but we were 'right' for each other in so many other ways. When we had an occasional three-way, he saw how much I enjoyed fucking. He said I should go do it, as it was something he couldn't give me. We set rules and parameters and off I went two nights a week. He wasn't jealous--he cared enough to find one more way to make me happy. (And he loved hearing about my adventures--which often led to more sex with the two of us.) Gay men can write the rules for our relationships--different for every couple.
  9. Near Home—July, 2024 As the month of July came to a close, I had one last afternoon session in the closest bookstore. It was a Friday. And busy—with fresh faces and old standbys… I close the door to the new porn room behind me. There are half a dozen men here in the half light. They are still all zipped up, but eyeing each other as much as the videos. I sit where I can see both screens with just a slight turn of my head. I spot the couple who come here in the afternoons to watch each other suck other men. In moments, the bald partner is on my dick. He always acts as if he has to do battle with my thick cock—to conquer it with his throat. And the idea of it all, makes him hard. He unzips as he takes me repeatedly deep inside him. He comes up for air and leverages himself to stand by using my knees. His more mild-mannered partner is about to come have his turn, but he loses out to the guy who is sitting next to me. I don’t know this man. He is significantly older than anyone else in the room. And very toothy. I remind him to cover his teeth. He tries, but he can’t keep them covered. I finally beg off before he does actual damage. Now the mild-mannered partner gets up and kneels in front of me. I’m kind of surprised that he is doing me after another man who isn’t his partner. But his mouth is great. Totally soothing after the toothy guy. And he does my balls. He always remembers I want that—and loves licking them as much as I love having it done. He gets up when his knees tire. The two look around the room. His bald partner sucks me one more time, while his partner watches avidly. When he gets up, they decide to go home. I sigh contentedly. I have had four sessions with three mouths in my first 20 minutes here. Now, I stroke to the two movies. Both are good. The gay is a five man orgy and the straight involves two hot older men on a young woman. The door opens. It’s Jamal, the man who I met here recently. He is the one who sat on my face while Braydon was rimming me. We nod to each other. He sits against the wall. He pulls out his dick and begins jerking, his long black curls swaying with the rhythm of his stroking. He gestures me over. I kneel and take him in my mouth. He’s fatter than I remembered. I work his generous foreskin back with my tongue. There is a downward curve to his cock, that takes up every millimeter of room in my throat. I suck him until we are both breathless. He pulls me up so he can take me into his mouth. The other men in the room like these two horse-cocked studs showing off with each other. Everyone in the room is now jerking or kneading their fly. I hold on to his ears and fuck his face. He’s surprised, but loves it; it makes his cock drool fresh precum, looking very white on his ebony skin. The door opens. Two men come in. They have obviously never been in this space before. They scope out the room and find two seats near us. Both are white and dressed for the hot day. One is much more reserved than the other. In moments, one has stripped naked. He bends to suck the shy guy. He deliberately doesn’t go to his knees so he can show off his ass. I sit down next to Jamal and watch this round of cock sucking. Jamal elbows me, indicating I should do that undulating ass. I sit and wait. Stroking. The guy comes up for air and sits down. His partner or friend has a nice dick—one that he all but hides now. The naked guy smiles at me. I nod. He gets up again and sucks the shy man. He is waving his ass in my direction once again. It can’t be more of an invitation. I go and stand next to the guys. In moments, the sucker is on my cock, getting it wet for his ass. This makes the shy guy harder. His cock swells as the other guy licks me. I pull away and kneel behind the sucker, who has his mouth back on the first guy. He is surprised by my tongue, but moans out his approval around the slab of meat in his mouth. I stand up. I sink easily into his high mileage hole. I fuck him, slow and deep. He pulls off the cock and tells me to fuck him harder. I do. He goes back to sucking and I pick up the tempo. I am forcing him deeper onto the thick cock in front of him with each stroke. Jamal stands up and strokes to my fuck. I make a gesture that says he could take a turn. Jamal shakes his head. I slow down a little and then speed up again. Finally, the guy getting fucked asks for a break. I pull out, and he spins around to clean my dick. We all catch our breath. But not for long. The naked guy stands up, bends and sucks. I stand up too. I plow into him. This really excites the guy he came in with. In moments he empties his nuts down the guy’s throat as I keep on plowing. We break as the guy goes to wash and leave. I ask Jamal why he didn’t take a turn. He tells me he likes more meat on the men he fucks. Men like Braydon, not this skinny guy. I turn to the bottom. He tells me they aren’t a couple, just two guys who were chatting online and decided to meet in a public spot. We wait for the bathroom door to open—and then the entrance door to close behind his hook up. “Now fuck me one more time. Deeper the better.” He stands and bends. I go back to eating his hole as Jamal jerks to the scene. I stand up. I slide into his slick hole. Jamal stands up and tells me to breed him. My cock and balls are thinking the same thing. In moments, I groan out my orgasm—holding on to the stranger’s thin hips as I shoot into his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Show-Offs August 9.2024
  10. There are two, side by side, at Flex in Cleveland. They are in a wing that only gets opened for very busy nights.
  11. It is incredibly off putting. As the guy being sucked, I only speak up if I fear I'm going to be hurt with his teeth.
  12. Near Home—July, 2024 I had picked up a short work gig for the middle of July. It changed my playtime radically as my afternoons were now about the job. I was finally able to play by Saturday night, a very different time to my usual afternoon bookstore jaunts. I expected to see new faces. For better or worse, I certainly did… I open the door. A trim bear is across the room from me, jerking a very average dick. Scattered around the room are three cross dressers. (I use this term deliberately, as it was clear that all three dressed for this occasion—it is not how they lived 24/7.) I go in and sit. Two of the CD’s are late 20’s. They know each other and converse across the room. The third is a man closer to my age. All are dressed completely with wigs, skirts, blouses and boots. One of the young ones takes off almost immediately. The other younger one idly replaces the bear’s hand on his cock and begins to stroke it. The older CD stands and struts toward me. “Like this?” he asks with a wave of his hand down the length of his body. I shrug. I support their right to do as they want, but men fully dressed as women really don’t do a thing for me. He stands next to me. His cock is getting hard and tents the short, short skirt. He pulls the fabric up. He has a nice seven incher. “Suck me,” he instructs with a shake of his head, making the acrylic curls bounce. Across the room, the other CD is now on her knees sucking the bear’s cock. I hesitate—and take the dick in my mouth. I am rewarded with a pearl of precum. And a string of instructions in how to suck him. Nothing I do seem to be right. My lips are too tight. Now they are too loose. No tongue. Lick me harder. Suck me off… He never stops. I quickly realize it is just something for him to say—but it’s pissing me off. I know how to suck a dick. I finally excuse myself and go to the bathroom for a piss. When I emerge, the older guy is gone—and the younger one is riding the bear’s cock. In moments, a load is delivered. They both take off. I am blissfully alone in the room for about five minutes. A regular, around my age, comes in. He sits next to me and pulls out his dick. We both like that all three holes are being used on the straight screen. Soon, he stands up and feeds me his cock. He knows to just let me go to work. All he does is sigh… The door opens. A young white guy in his 30’s comes in, someone I have never seen here. He sits next to us. He unzips instantly and strokes, watching us, not the porn. In a moment I hear, “May I suck you?” I grunt, around the cock in my mouth. The young man, with rather shaggy dark hair, kneels and takes my cock deep into his mouth. I am surprised when the regular pulls out of my mouth and chooses to just watch the new guy work on me. This young man is great and beats his cock the entire time he sucks. “Get my balls, too…” I prompt him. He moves there—and groans at the taste of me underneath my ball sack. He licks them thoroughly, leaving them wet and dripping with his very viscous spittle. He licks up the length of my shaft again and devours my whole cock once more. He begins to make himself choke on me. I love how his throat contracts around my thickness. I actually think I might be able to get off in his mouth if he keeps it up. He suddenly stands. “I’m gonna cum!” I lean forward and take his regulation cock in my mouth. He explodes five or six big blasts of jizz and wilts quickly, becoming very sensitive. This inspires the older guy to shoot. He starts for my mouth to give me the load, but most goes on the floor before he reaches me. I lick him clean, too. I am alone. Again. And stroking. The thickly built, bearded Black guy who likes to be in charge of any bottoms he finds here, comes in. We nod to each other. He works his phone, off to the side. In moments, a white guy, early 50’s, gym preserved, and showing off every muscle, comes in, looking at his phone. His eyes light up when he sees the other man. He crosses to him and greets and begins to strip. Well, this is a fuck I want to see. And I might even get sloppy seconds… In Charge, opens his fly, and lets the naked but for gym shoes, stud go to his knees. He slurps loudly on the growing cock. They are by the gay screen. I can see everything plainly, but I’m not in their line of vision. Once the thick cock is wet, Gym Shoes straightens up. In Charge grabs his hips and turns him. He buries his bearded face in the man’s ass. This is something I have never seen him do. He slobbers until the man is panting. In Charge stands up. Gym Shoes kneels on the new, wonderful chairs— his hard as rock ass, presented in all its glory. In Charge kneels, to lick it once more. (Fuck, I know that feeling!) He reaches under the guy and he grabs his dick. Gym Shoes groans and blow his load all over the seat. In Charge stands up and shoot a load all over the hot ass—never once getting inside the guy. But they are both totally pleased with themselves. They go into the restroom together to wash up—and take off. So much for sloppy seconds… I stroke for a good ten minutes all alone. I think about going. I don’t want to stay to closing if no one else is here. The door opens. A white guy, 50’s and well-built comes in. He is in tan walking shorts, with a matching button-down shirt. My eyes can’t leave his combat boots. They are the same as mine. It is the same look I walked around Fornication Weekend and got so many appreciative stares. He sits near me—leaving a chair between us. He soon pulls out his hardening cock—cut, thick and meaty. He looks at me. “I don’t suppose you suck dick, do you?” “Sure.” “Would you? I just don’t want to cum…” I go to my knees. Everything is right. He smells great, with that slight tang of late in the day sweat down there. His dick is thick, but not so thick I need to worry about my teeth. He is juicing like crazy. He rubs my head, enjoying the feel of my closely cropped hair. Twice he stops me, fearing he’ll shoot. I keep hoping he’ll given in and give me the load. But he doesn’t. I work harder. He stops me again. “I need to shoot this load when I get home,” he tells me. I nod and go back to licking his sweaty balls… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: A New Night = New Men August 7, 2024
  13. Thanks! It was a really good day there.
  14. Jackson—July, 2024 The second Saturday of the month, I went back to the bookstore with the play area and the medical exam table. Saturdays there had been really good. This one continued that tradition, but it also had a very different feel. The parking lot was filling as I arrived… I walk in. It is dark after the bright, just-before-noon sun outside. My eyes adjust. Men are milling. And sucking each other. Everywhere. It takes a few moments for me to realize that I, as old as I am, seem to be the youngest man here. I settle down where I can see several screens (and two men getting sucked on the huge couch across from me) and whip out my hardening dick. I don’t have to wait long. A man in a straw fedora and an obscene bulge in his walking shorts, comes over. He grabs my cock and jerks. I ask him to ease up. He does. Now it feels good. He keeps leaning in—you know he wants to suck it—but can’t seem to bring himself to do it. “Let’s go into the cabana,” he hisses. I shake my head. My refusal gives him the courage to bend down and take me in his mouth, which feels 100 times better than his hand. He sucks me, bent over, not kneeling, until another man sits in the chair next to mine so he can watch. Straw Fedora is out of there like a shot. The new guy gives me even better head. A third man comes up. He is a regular here. I have had him on my dick every time. He respectfully waits until sucker number two stands up. “You’ll love that dick,” the departing guy tells him. “Oh, I know…” He kneels and I close my eyes. He has the best skills so far today. My balls are soon covered with an amazing amount of spittle… * And so it goes. I’m sucked, sitting in the chair by the medical exam table. I am sucked in the overstuffed chair in the small porn room—this time with an audience of masturbating men. But no one wants to let me suck their dick. I even fuck a throat through the gloryholes off the slurp ramp. I settle on the big couch. A man, a good ten years older than I, asks politely if he can suck my cock. I nod. He strips naked and settles down between my spread legs. He is the best, so far. He can take me to the root effortlessly. He slobbers on my balls and spends a long time drying them with his tongue. He moans deliciously whenever he gets some precum on his tongue. Lots of other men stand behind us and watch and knead themselves. One sits next to me and rubs my nipples through my A-shirt. My sucker laps up another gush of precum. “You know,” he murmurs, “if your cock were to drip ‘anything’ into my mouth, it would be fine with me.” I nod. I would love to feed him piss, but I am not nearly hydrated enough yet on this hot day in July. He dives back down, filling his throat with my incredibly hard shaft… * I only get up from the couch when my expert sucker’s knees grow tired. I jerk alone for a moment in the small room, swigging constantly from my water bottle. And it’s working. I can feel my bladder fill. The nipple tweaker walks in. Without asking, he goes to his knees and sucks my cock. Another expert. These men have perfected their technique over 50+ years of active cock worship. I am very happy. He pulls off me. And is more direct. “I want your piss, too.” He’s timed it right. We go into the bathroom. He kneels in front of the urinal. “It may be strong, on this hot day.” “I don’t care.” I shoot a quick splash into his mouth. He gurgles it down happily. I give him more. Straight down his throat. For the first time, his exposed cock gets really hard. The stream peters out and he licks me clean, before thanking me enthusiastically. “So hard to find feeders,” he says standing up, with a slight assist from me. * I am back at the glory hole, standing on the slurp ramp and feeding my dick to some unknown sucker. He’s fine. And I like not seeing him for a change. Straw Fedora arrives. He plays with my balls and takes his own cock out to jerk. I step to the side and he feeds the unknown sucker his short but fat cock. We alternate for the guy—short, long, short, long, until I am ready to move on. I find the guy, who first brought up piss, sitting in the small room. “I have something for you.” He knows just what I have. He follows me into the bathroom. It’s his turn to kneel in front of the urinal. I suddenly wonder if these two piss guys are partners. I muse on that as my cock spurts the pale gold nectar into his eager mouth. He erects too, as I empty my bladder down his throat. He touches himself once, and spills his cum on the damp floor… * Things are winding down. A man younger than I appears. The first I’ve seen. He is pushing 40—and is a light blond bear. He comes over. He tells me this is his first time here. “Are there slings?” I shake my head. “You want the exam table.” I lead the way. He gets undressed and gets on the table. I rim him, but I can tell that being on his back will make for a bad entry—he’s one of those men where his hole is closer to his spine. I tell him he should stand and bend. He eagerly complies. I sink into him now with no issues. “Fuck, you’re bigger than I thought.” He pants and is soon taking me like my dick were no bigger than a breadstick. After all the mouths, it’s great to be in an ass. And a wet, clingy one at that. I am going to shoot any time. “Cum in him,” says the regular who sucked me early on. “Fill up his ass.” He comes over and pulls apart the guy’s ass cheeks for me. My cock sinks deeper. The Bear groans. I groan. The sucker moans, as if I were fucking him. And I’m there. I drop a load after my three hours of edging with countless men’s mouths. The Bear tightens down, milking every drop out of me. I marinate for a minute, then pull out. The Bear turns and cleans me up—the last mouth on my cock after so many others I’ve lost count… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Feeding Time August 3, 2024
  15. Near Home—July, 2024 Braydon, the cubby cum pig I often meet at the bookstore, sent me a text. He wanted to fuck—either at the bookstore or my playroom. We both love incorporating other men into our play so we chose the bookstore. I asked if he’d been there since it had re-opened, with both screens in one room. He had—but thought we needed to christen it with our type of play. I agreed. We met there on a Friday afternoon… I get there first. The room seems empty. No, I’m wrong; there is action in the back corner near the gay screen. A very attractive young Black man is being blown by an older, naked white guy. The guy in a ball cap, who I last saw text a bottom to find him here, is standing, feeding his cock into the younger man’s mouth. It’s a hot scene. I sit opposite them and undo my fly. The men across from me shift. Ball Cap now sucks the young man and the naked older guy stands up and puts his semi-hard dick in the young man’s mouth. Then he sees me for the first time. He comes over and goes to his knees. He takes me deep into his throat, wiggling his naked ass in the direction of the other two men. He finally pulls off me. I think he was expecting an instant load. He chatters about my thick cock and how he’d love it up his ass. I tell him that’s possible, but I am waiting for a fuck bud who’s due any minute. He goes back to sucking me, but as soon as another man comes in, he makes a beeline for the newbie and is soon sucking him to completion. As the naked guy leaves for the new dick, the other two men move to me. Jamal, (though I didn’t learn his name until I left) is mid 30’s. His hair is medium length and the curls move as he sucks cock. He is short and thin and has a hot, tight body. He is sitting next to me now. He leans over and begins to suck my cock. I turn slightly to give him a better angle. Ball Cap fists Jamal’s thick cock and strokes it. I am loving his talented mouth on my precum-oozing dick. I am so wrapped up in the sex, I don’t notice Braydon arrive until he is standing in front of me. He grins, goes to his knees and begins sucking Ball Cap. Jamal pulls off my dick and goes for my balls. He spits on them and licks it all up. Braydon comes up for air. Jamal does, too. He seems to recognize Braydon. Braydon crawls over and sucks Jamal. Ball Cap and I stand up on either side of Braydon, stroking. Never stopping his sucking, Braydon reaches back and pulls his shorts down, revealing his hairy jock strapped ass. I kneel and rim him a little, though the angle is awkward. Ball Cap is totally turned on by the scene. “Fuck him,” I say, coming up for air. Ball Cap replaces me, kneeling behind Brayden. He sinks his dick into the furry hole. He gasps as he sinks to the hilt. He fucks him hard. In moments, he’s groaning as his load shoots into Braydon. Braydon spins around to clean Ball Cap as he stands up. He goes back to sucking Jamal as I kneel behind him. I push a drop of stray cum back into him and fuck. I love the look on Jamal’s face as my dick sinks in. “I’m fucking that cum deeper,” I tell him. He groans. “You want a turn up his butt?” He nods. I fuck for a few more minutes, than move to let him fuck Braydon. I move so Braydon can clean my cock as Jamal pushes into him. “Ooooh….” croons Jamal. He loves the feel of another man’s cum for lube. I glance to my left. Ball Cap is still here. His cock has not deflated. He is jerking it. Jamal pulls out. He brings me his dick to clean. It’s the first time I have had his cock in my mouth and it is coated in another man’s cum. It’s thick, with a slight bend down near the head. And uncut. His foreskin is filled with ass jizz and cum. I lick him clean. He fucks Braydon again. When he pulls out, I want it in my mouth again, but tell Braydon to clean him up as I fuck him. Braydon loves being filled at both ends with big dicks. We switch off in Braydon’s ass, fucking him hard and fast. I clean Jamal up after the next round. Braydon is panting and blissed out. I fuck him once more. Then Jamal. “I can shoot again!” Ball Cap stands up. Jamal pulls out. Ball Cap pushes in and fires off another round, after only a few strokes. Jamal and I take turns pushing the new load deeper into Braydon with our cocks. Jamal pants. Hard. “Did you shoot?” “A little—taste it.” He pulls out and I rim Braydon’s gaping ass. Braydon groans. I keep going until my knees give out. “I want you to eat my hole,” I tell him. I drop my pants and sit in the chair, tilting my pelvis to give him a good angle. Jamal sits to my side. He idly strokes my dick (and his own) as Braydon begins a deep tonguing of my tight ass. “That looks hot,” he tells me. “You like to be rimmed?” He shrugs. “Sure.” “I should do your ass when he’s done with me.” Jamal stops jerking me. He stands up. Shit, have I offended him? He strips naked. The new chairs here are big and comfortable—and have arms. Jamal steps up on the chair next to me, then across my chest, resting his foot on the arms of the chair. Then the other. He straddles me—and sits on my face. Holy fuck! I am in overload. I have a tongue in my ass and this hot black bubble butt is grinding down on my tongue. I’m not sure that I have ever rimmed while being rimmed before. Certainly not here. It is an electric moment for us all. And Jamal is not going anywhere. He loves my tongue and says so. He also vocally encourages Braydon to eat out ‘this big-dicked daddy.’ Time stops and I just keep slobbering all over his tight hole. Braydon moves before we do. He stands up, then bends to suck my dick as I keep rimming. Jamal finally needs to stretch, too. He gets off, his dick drooling. Braydon doesn’t let it go to waste. “I need to breed your ass.” Braydon nods. I haul a chair out to the middle of the room so he can kneel on it and I won’t pound his head into the cinder block wall. Jamal watches, seated where I was. Braydon climbs up and I kneel. I eat his butt out. The two and a half loads are dribbling down his hairy crack. I catch them and push them back in with my tongue. I am so close. I stand up and fuck. Hard. Fast. I glance over at Jamal. He has found another white daddy to suck, but he occasionally comes up for air to watch us. Braydon groans out a “Breed me.” That does it. With just a few more thrusts, I am giving him everything pent up in my balls… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Fires Up the Room August 1, 2024
  16. Near Home—July, 2024 Once again, I went off to the bookstore closest to home—the one that had the drunk driver demolish the two theatres and where both screens are now in one room. I have been watching how the men are reacting to slightly less privacy. Some hate it, of course. Others thrive on showing off. Some are just shy about starting something… There are four men in the room when I walk in. I sit where I can see both screens with a simple turn of my head. To my surprise, every one has their cock and are stroking it. I pull out mine. We all eye each other and the screens. I am on the point of making a move as the door opens. It is the Road Worker, the hot guy who is working on the major expressway. He instantly pulls out his dick and jerks to the straight porn. I nod to him. He either ignores me or misses it. A blond man, closer to Road Worker’s age moves next to him. It takes a few minutes, but soon the blond is stroking RW’s dick. RW closes his eyes and leans back, enjoying the hand moving up and down his shaft. This heartens an older guy to sit next to me. He jerks my dick. I need to tell him to ease up, he’s gripping too tightly. He does—and it becomes a nice diversion as I watch the other pairing. For Road Worker is now jerking the Blond simultaneously. And it is making him moan. Suddenly he stands up and shoots all over the floor. The Blond stays as far away from the squirting dick as possible. Both go to the bathroom to wash up. Road Worker leaves. The man stroking me also leaves. The Blond sits opposite me and eyes my cock. But a cubbish guy, sitting next to me, beats him to my dick. He reaches over and takes over from my own hand. He is an instinctive stroker—and isn’t shy about my pre-cum. He loves to smear it over my dick head with his thumb. The Blond strokes another man closer to his age, sitting in full view of us. I look at the Cub. He is playing with his cock at the same time. It is a true micro penis, attached to massive balls. I reach and replace his fingers on his wet dick head. He moans. After a few minutes, I ask if I can suck him. He hesitates—and then nods. There is not much to work with, but I am totally turned on by how much precum he is making. I lick his slit, and then his balls. This makes his cock run like the proverbial faucet. I lick it all up. He shakes as if he is having a full orgasm—and maybe he is. I lick him clean. He stays a moment then takes off, whispering a thank you in my ear… * Thirty minutes goes by. The Blond stroker has done me now. He stopped when he realized that I wasn’t going to shoot. He is on a much younger man down, Latin and hot. A man I wish I was sucking or vice versa. There are all new men scattered around. All but one of the new arrivals has their dick out. And two of them are stroking their seat mate. We hear the new arrival before we see him. A motorcycle roars into the parking lot and must park right by the outside wall where I’m sitting. In moments, a bearded guy, in a biker’s vest, denim shorts and biker boots, walks in. He sees my dick and sits next to me. In moments, he breaks the stroker’s spell on the room and kneels, taking me into his mouth. I hear his shorts open and he jerks as he gives me some really great head. Or maybe it’s average, as it’s the only head I’ve gotten today. His knees tire. He comes up for air, grinning. He has a wet seven-incher in his fist. I go to my knees and return the favor. But I get a load. Fast. It tastes of nicotine and I swallow quickly… * Fifteen minutes later. Fewer men. There is now the baseball hat guy who usually chats to the manager. He is actually in the room and stroking. A Black man I’ve known for years comes in. He and I always exchange blow jobs. He makes a beeline to sit next to me. He goes down on me first and then I do him. I look up as I feel movement. Baseball Cap has stuck his dick in the mouth of the guy I’m sucking. Blond Stroker comes over and plays with chests of all those involved, but always with one hand on his cock, keeping it away from our three mouths. It is a mini explosion of actual sex. The three of us keep trading off on who is sucking or getting sucked. One of us is always seated with a man between our legs and the other man, standing and in our mouth. I love the rotation. As, seemingly, do the other two. We must do some variation of it twice. But it is not leading anywhere. We are all men who take a long time to shoot. Finally, dinner sounds better. I leave, saving my load for another day… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Invasion of the Strokers July 30, 2024
  17. Saugatuck—July, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off…see the previous entry) We go back downstairs. The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick. I lie on the mat under the rimseat. Keith sits on my face. A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock. I harden right back up. Keith is moaning. I feel Tall Top straddle my chest. He feeds Keith his cock. Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth. It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper. And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue. It’s unmistakable. I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him. I feast on it. The mouth leaves my cock. Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly. Soon I feel his legs slide under them. Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us. I stroke his back. He is riding me now. Hard and fast. It feels wonderful. Keith is grinding down on my face. Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making Keith’s hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz… I feel Tall Top move. He is no longer straddling my chest. I feel Tim pull off my dick. I hear the sling chains rattle. Keith stands up and I can see Tall Top fuck into his partner. Hard. Fast. With purpose. Tall Top sure looks like he is about to shoot. I stand up, rather shakily, to watch. Tall Top explodes deep inside Tim. Keith kneels to the side of the sling to try to clean up Tall Top’s cock when he pulls out. I lick up the pearly white drip running out of Tim. Soon, my mouth is plastered to his ass. I leave some seed to fuck in. I churn it, but Tim is ready to go. The mood shifts. Tall Top and Tim dress, thank Keith and take off. We spend a lot of time arranging transport back to Grand Rapids for the top who really did nothing but watch us. The three of us drive into the neighboring town so he can catch an Uber. Once back at the house, we eat. We are both famished. But once we eat the chicken, the shrimp, assorted cheeses and such, Keith is still hungry. “Now can I eat your ass?” This is new. I don’t remember him wanting this before. We go downstairs and he chooses a bedroom and we strip back down. I lie on the bed. He sucks my cock, which hardens back up. He licks my balls. And under them. His tongue finds my tight pucker—and he stops. “I want you in the sling.” I jump in. It is indeed better. My legs are resting on the chains as he kneels. He licks down my perineum, getting every hair around my hole sopping wet without touching the target. “Use my poppers.” He hands them to me. I take a hit. I close my eyes—and his tongue begins to burrow into me. Fuck! I love to be rimmed by men who love to do it—and Keith loves it. He drills into me. He licks, he spits, he comes up to kiss me without my asking for it. Fuck, I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. We share a long, sloppy kiss before he goes back down to my ass crack. He does it all again. The licking, the spitting, the tongue fucking and the kiss. I tell him to wait a moment. I take the stirrups, slip them down my long legs to the knee and fasten the clip behind my head. My ass it rotated up. And spread. I do this to men I want to go into even deeper. Keith’s eyes shine and he is back on his knees. The change of position is intense. I moan. “Take another hit.” I had forgotten they were tucked in my jock. I take it. I feel like I’m floating. Keith has not been hard all night—he is one of those that cock in his hole is all he needs for arousal. His cock is now achingly erect. He jerks himself as he eats me out. He comes up for air and a kiss. A sloppy one. “Will you sit on my face?” Without waiting for an answer he starts to get under the rimseat. I unclip my legs and join him. I sit, and let him get his fill of pleasuring my sensitive hole. I am achingly erect myself. I finally get up and fuck him, as he lies there on the mat, pushing his legs splayed into the air. Then I go back and let him eat my ass some more. Soon, we switch. I lie down and do all the things to his slightly gaping hole that he just did to me. But I can go way deeper into him. And still taste a little cum. “Ride my cock.” “I want to do it just like Tim did…” He faces away from me, fitting his legs under mine. He lowers his ass to my wet cock—and slides on down. It is such a better angle this way. He bounces. For a moment, I wonder if I’m about to blow, but the thought quickly recedes. He stands up. Stretching his legs. “Lick my cock and kiss me…” He does just what he’s told. He holds our combined and delicious juices in his mouth. He straddles my chest with his knees and drools them into my open mouth. And we kiss. His cock erects again. He sits down and let’s my tongue invade him. The cum. His natural juices. My precum. A heady mix… It’s late and I know I need to end this while I still can. I get him in the sling. I feast on his hole, now from this angle. He is begging for my load, taking a hit of his poppers. I stand up and enter him. I fuck rather roughly. It’s all about me now. In moments, I am over the edge. Blowing a massive load into Keith’s spasming ass… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Tongue (Part Two) July 26, 2024
  18. Saugatuck—July, 2024 I was excited. Keith, the handsome man I had re-connected with in June, wanted to do more. To host a small group, actually. He wondered who I knew. I immediate thought of the couple (Tall Top and Tim) I had invited down to ravage Muscle Ass last month. I was sure that all four of us had met and played up at the house party in Grand Rapids. Pictures were exchanged. Everything was set. Two days after the holiday, I drove west, with my sling and rimseat. I got to Keith’s beautiful and large home right on time. We hugged and he helped me carry things into the lower level of the house. He had pushed all the furniture to the walls, so I had plenty of room to set up the sling. The rimseat was along the left side of the sling frame—and Keith and pulled a padded bench out of his furnishings and placed it to the right. It was a great height for a bottom to lean on and present his ass. We heard the car in the drive, just as we were finishing the set up. Tall Top, looking tanned and relaxed, was the first in. He couldn’t take his eyes off Keith. I hugged Tim. The other three did remember meeting and playing, but it had been several years since they’d met. We went upstairs to the kitchen for drinks and waited for our fifth person, a top from Grand Rapids. When the Uber finally dropped him off, he proved to be a man around our age and quite the talker. Soon, we went downstairs with our drinks and stripped off. The new top shut up and went to a corner where he did more watching than playing…and not one of us cared… Keith is leaning on the bench, his glorious ass jutting out. I kneel and begin to rim him. His ass opens for my tongue. Tim, to our left, is kneeling, and getting his partner hard. In moments, Tall Top moves from Tim’s mouth to Keith’s. I fuck Keith with my tongue as Tall Top’s dick completely fills his mouth. Tim crawls under the bench, knocks my hand away from my cock, and begins to suck me. “Fuck him,” Tall Top commands. I stand up and slide, for the first of countless times that evening, into Keith. Tall Top pulls out of his mouth and comes around to watch my cock sink into that gym-built butt. Tim stands and feeds Keith his bloated dick. I pull out. Tall Top slides in. We are about the same length, but Tall Top has a cone shaped dick—a smaller head than mine, but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker. Keith moans. Tall Top fucks him hard and pulls out. I go back in. We trade off on his ass. Over and over. I clean Tall Top’s cock every time he pulls out, before I slip mine back into Keith. I give his ass once again to Tall Top. I move to where Tim is still feeding his cock to Keith. I bend him over on the other side of the bench, so the two men’s arms are next to each other, their asses pointing in opposite directions. I kneel and eat out Tim’s hole. He moans and does some Maximum Impact. As the vapors hit, I stand up and push into his hole. He moans. Keith turns his head and the two bottom’s kiss. The sight of it makes my cock drool deep inside Tim. Now, Tall Top and I take turns on the two asses. We circle the bench, fucking one and then the other. Tim cleans my cock before I slip into Keith. I always lick the hole I am entering again. Even Tall Top, who doesn’t often rim, finds Keith’s ass a magnet for his tongue. The fifth man is happily stroking in the corner. I take Tim to the sling. I get him in and eat out his well-fucked hole. I can’t see Tall Top, but I hear him tell Keith to lie on the bench. I hear bodies shuffle next to us as I lick up all the juices in Tim’s hole. When I finally stand up to fuck, I see Keith lying the length of the bench his feet in the air and taking a forceful dicking down. His eyes roll into the back on his head. I look into Tim’s face. It’s a look of pure bliss. He is right where he wants to be. I fuck him hard. I’ve brought the mirror—so Tim sees as well as feels, every stroke. “You want this butt?” asks Tall Top. I nod and we change. Keith’s hole is now really open. And dripping with his ass jizz and our precum. I lick it all up, making my cock even harder. I stand up and fuck. I glance over. Tall Top is fuck him partner and the fifth guy has moved closer to watch them. I look at Keith—he is gloriously happy. I lean down and kiss him… * Eventually, we get Keith into the sling. I eat his hole, Tall Top feeds him his cock as Tim licks Keith’s mounded jock pouch. I stand up and fuck. All eyes are on my dick slicing into Keith. I pull out. Tim cleans me up, reveling in Keith’s ass jizz as Tall Top comes around to fuck. I pull out of Tim’s mouth and move around behind him. He grabs Keith’s chest as I fuck him, bent over the other man. Tall Top likes this. He loves seeing his boy take my dick. It makes him fuck Keith even harder. “We should switch,” I pant. We do. I slide into Keith. His ass is so creamy I wonder if Tall Top has loaded him. I watch Tall Top fuck Tim. This time, Tim has moved slightly, so once again the two bottoms can kiss as they are each being plundered. Tall Top nods at me. We switch holes. I don’t bother to eat it out this time…I just push into the wet, wet ass… * We break. We have a hot tub session, all five of us fitting in. But we’re still horny. We go back downstairs. The hot water has drained the blood out of my dick. I lie on the mat under the rimseat. Keith sits on my face. A mouth, I assume it is Tim’s, engulfs my cock. I harden right back up. Keith is moaning. I feel Tall Top straddle my chest. He feeds Keith his cock. Keith moans around the thick shaft in his mouth. It literally makes his hole open even more for my tongue to go deeper. And I begin getting a drip of cum onto my tongue. It’s unmistakable. I am now sure that Tall Top has shot at least a partial load in him. I feast on it. The mouth leaves my cock. Tim moves around, raising my legs slightly. Soon I feel his legs slide under them. Tim is sliding down on my cock, facing away from us. I stroke his back. He is riding me now. Hard and fast. It feels wonderful. Keith is grinding down on my face. Tall Top occasionally makes him choke with his thick dick in his mouth, making his hole spasm—and giving me another drip of jizz… (More to come…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Hosts with his Hole (Part One) July 24, 2024
  19. Absolutely. You summed it up very, very well!
  20. There's enough for both of us to share clean up duties!
  21. Near Home—July, 2024 It was the Fourth of July. I went in search of fireworks of a slightly different variety… This is my first evening in the newly remodeled, two screen version replacing the porn theatres destroyed by a drunk driver. Normally, I am an afternoon guy here. I still recognize a number of men. There is a guy with a ballcap, 30-ish, a little chunky, who is always on his phone. Today is no different. He sits right under the gay screen, texting away. There is also the oldest man who comes here. A good decade older than me. He always strips naked to nothing but flipflops. His hands are always in someone else’s lap, if anyone sits next to him. I just want him to shower more frequently… There is also another bear. He is stroking to both videos, sitting in a seat where, with a turn of his head, he can see the gay threeway or the young woman taking massive Black dick. I sit opposite him, so I can do the same thing. Hat Guy is now texting like crazy. He’s made a connection. Within 10 minutes, a big beefy blond shows up, looking at his phone. He looks at the screen, surveys the room and realizes it’s Hat Guy. He strips naked but for dress socks. He goes to his knees, undoes the fly of Hat Guy’s shorts and begins sucking his cock. We all stroke to the live sex happening in front of us. Beefy Blond is slurping noisily on the cock in his mouth. Hat guy leans across his back and inserts a finger in Beefy Blond’s ass. Soon, Beefy Blond stands up. He turns to sit on the cock he’s been sucking. “Wait,” says Hat Guy. “I like loose hole.” He points to me. “Let him open you up for me.” Beefy Blond likes this idea a lot. I get up and start over to them. Hat Guy moves into the darkest corner and sits there. Beefy Blond bends to suck him. I go behind Beefy Blond. I realize this will be my first fuck in this new room. I lick his ass briefly. “Just fuck me…” he complains. I stand up and work myself in. He’s not particularly tight and I bottom out easily. I fuck. Hard. Pushing his body deeper onto the cock in his mouth. “Open him up for me,” chirps Hat Guy. I pull out. He rushed his cleanout to get here. It’s not horrible, but I can’t continue. I murmur the news in his ear. He grunts and stands up as I go wash. When I come back into the room, Beefy Blond is jerking his cock. He shoots all over Hat Guy’s lap. Hat Guy is not happy. He didn’t get any ass and he now is covered in runny semen. I toss him some napkins from my pocket as Beefy Blond gets dressed and leaves. Hat Guy soon goes out to sit in the parking lot where the internet connection is better… * I look around the room. I see the Bear I don’t know jerking furiously. I kneel and take his cock into my mouth. I am rewarded with a load very quickly. He thanks me, squeezing my shoulder, then says. “I’m almost tempted to suck dick myself when I see one like yours.” I sit, avoiding Mr. Naked. I need to be as far away from his scent as possible. I stroke. More guys arrive. They all seem very straight. The all settle into seats where they can only watch the straight porn. Some open flies and haul out cocks. Some just grope their cock mound. I notice a young cub, one of the new arrivals. He is looking around the room. He sees me. He is on his feet and kneeling between my spread legs without a word. The guy is good. He takes all of me, repeatedly, occasionally making himself choke. And he constantly strokes his cock while doing it. I suggest my balls. He goes there. He inhales and groans. He finds the newly made fuck sweat there intoxicating. He licks and sucks them, before inching back up my shaft. He swallows me down. Totally. I actually think I might be able to shoot for him. And in that moment, his cock erupts all over the floor, between my boots. He pulls off me and all but races to the bathroom around the corner. He leaves. Other men leave. Soon it is just me and the naked guy who needs a shower. I cram my cock back in my pants and head out… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Texting For Ass July 22, 2024
  22. My Playroom—June, 2024 So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences. Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.) On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.) At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure. One of the great things about those weekends is the feeling that sex is everywhere around you. Every man you see may be a possible partner. Everyone is looking and hoping…and connecting. And I think it’s fair to say that the attendees of such weekends (who usually play more often even in their normal lives) are likely to have greater skills—certainly better than one of the men at the lounge who told me he got away from his wife only once a month so he could try to find a cock to suck. Practice! Practice!! Practice!!! Fortunately for me, the hot bottom who’d attended the group session at the top of the month, had contacted me. He wanted some one-on-one time. He was eager to see the playroom. He made the drive down on the very last day of June… He looks great. We are likely around the same age. He is shorter than I remember, now that I see him out of the sling. He has maintained with a regular gym routine. His chest is defined and covered in that salt and pepper fur that drives me crazy. He strips down in the playroom to a well-worn blue jock and black boots. “I remembered your boots at the party, so I brought these along.” He looks great. And I love that he’d been observant about my kinks and fetishes… I am in the dirtiest of my jocks, stained from its heavy use at Fornication Weekend with all that cum that was in David-SF’s ass during our climatic fuck. I lean against the fuck bench, my legs spread. Salt & Pepper, as I christened him in the group write-up, comes over. He kneels, eye level with the obscene bulge in my jock. He inhales. And sighs. He buries his nose in the fabric. “You’ve been busy.” I tell him a little about Fornication Weekend as he begins tonguing the rough, fragrant fabric. He moans a little, recognizing some of the pornsters. He peels back the cloth and my dick springs out, slapping his nose. He gobbles me down. He’s good. His mouth is wet. At our first meeting, he only sucked me after each time we fucked. Now I’m getting the full treatment—and I am loving it. He moves to my balls with no direction from me. He leaves them wet and slimy, as he licks up my column of flesh and swallows me down once more. “Get up on the bench.” He does. He mentions the mirror dead ahead of him. I point out the one to the side, that shows him his whole body. He watches as my face is buried between his downy ass cheeks. I burrow into his hole. He opens easily. He is a hot mixture of not loose, but not tight. I lick and spit. My cock is raging. I stand up and fuck him for the first time today. He moans. He babbles a little, caught up in the overload of feelings. I fuck him slowly. Deliberately. Making him take my full length with every stroke. “Fuck me hard!” I speed up. Faster and faster. I pull out. He instantly cranes around, letting me know he wants his ass juices on his tongue. I move to his head and feed him. He moans. I fuck him again. Harder, from the moment I enter him. He cleans me once more. I move to the bed and sit. I grab the exercise mat I use for the rimseat and spread it between my feet. He knows to kneel. And his mouth is all over my cock and balls. He licks up his juices on my balls and our combined fluids on my cock head. I tell him to try to get his tongue between my balls and my cock ring. He tries. I moan. He loves this. “So hot…” He spends a lot of time there, occasionally dipping a little lower on my perineum. Does he want to rim me? I can’t quite tell. We move to the sling. I check the timing on the porn I turned on as he undressed. 35 minutes. We agreed to the meet, knowing it would be slightly rushed as he had some other commitment in the evening. I kneel between his stirruped ankles and eat his hole once more. His asslips are now slightly puffy. And delicious. I tongue fuck him. Over and over. Only stopping to stand up and slip my cock into him. His eyes are on the overhead mirror. He sees my cock slide in and out. His cock half-erects inside his jock, twisting the blue fabric. I free his cock. I bend and lick up his pre-cum. I go to my knees and shove it into his ass. My cock fucks him again, using his own natural lube. When I pause the fuck, I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me off—swallowing our combined juices. We take a quick water break. I jump in the sling, telling him it’s easy access to get his tongue once more between my cockring and tight ball sack. I also want to see if he wants to tongue anything else. He sticks to my balls—and that is just fine. I swear his tongue is making them work harder; my precum is gushing. I pull out the rimseat. We start with him sitting on my face. Delicious. He knows he can bounce on my cock anytime he wants—as long as he comes back up to my tongue for my pleasure. He waits a long time, reveling in how deep my tongue is in him. “I should have sat on your face at the party, not just your dick!” he groans. I lap at his puffy asslips, before going deep inside him repeatedly. He moves. He fucks himself on my cock. First facing me. Then, a longer time, riding me and facing the television. He dutifully pulls off my cock with his ass making a hot, wet sucking sound. He settles back on my face, his ass dripping his natural lube onto my tongue. Neither of us want to go anywhere—we are very happy right where we are… * S&P finally stands up. I ask him to lean on the fuck bench. He does as I get up. I kneel behind him and eat his hole. He moans as I stand up thinking I’m about to fuck him. But I piss his ass crack instead. I don’t know how he’ll react, but he loves it. “Shove some in me.” I do, just a little as I my flow recedes. I fuck him with the piss in his hole. “Now let me eat it out.” We go back to the rimseat. I can taste the piss on his crack, but there is not enough in his ass to even drip into my mouth. But it is still a hot moment as I lick out his butt. I know I need to get him on the road home. But I want it to be on the road home with my load deep inside him. We go back to the sling. I am so ready to paint his ass with my cum. He wants it, too. He is talking in really hot, dirty terms about my load and how he’ll keep it in him all the way home. I am so damn close. I fuck him harder. “I want to feel your cum leak out of me as I drive…” That does it. I fire off all the pent-up loads since I got home. A week’s worth of cum coats his insides. His eyes never leave my contorted face as I fire off volley after volley. I marinate inside him for a long time. I want him to clean my cock, but not until I can stand it. I slowly pull out. I push the trickle of cum back into him. I take my cock to his mouth. He cleans me thoroughly—his cock finally fully erecting as he does it… * My first meet of Salt & Pepper is detailed in: Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom July 18, 2024
  23. Jackson—June, 2024 I waited a few days before I went looking for sex again. Saturday afternoons had been really good in the video playspace—the one with gloryholes and the medical exam table. I packed a lunch, and arrived there right after noon… The number of men is less than the last Saturday I played here, but it can still be called a crowd. I sit in an area where I can see four screens playing four different types of porn. I get hard. Across a small table from where I sit, a much older man is also stroking his thick cock, a dick that won’t quite stand up. He turns to me and nods. I nod. He comes over and his incredibly soft hand, reaches for my cock. His fingers encircle me. “Nice…” he murmurs as he slowly strokes the length of my dick. His dick has gotten fully hard now. He is uncut, the angry red head mostly hidden by folds of extra flesh. I keep waiting for him to suck me, but so far, he’s made no move. After a long moment of just his hand, he straightens up. This brings his hard cock closer to my mouth. I lean over and take his entire dripping dick to the root. He lets out a gasp of surprise…and explodes. It’s a huge load, for any man, but especially a man his age. He shakes and moans loudly. I keep him in my mouth until he can’t take any more of the exquisite agony of my tongue licking up every drop of semen caught in the folds of his foreskin. He thanks me profusely and leaves. I wander. I go to the medical exam table and sit next to it. It’s trans porn here and I don’t much care—but there is a hung daddy, around my age, stroking to it. He brings his hard cock right over to me. He’s thicker than I thought. I have to really be careful of my teeth. His cock is now constantly runny with pre-cum. At first, the flow is so heavy, I think I have made him cum, but no. He is just making more and more sex juice. I swallow hungrily. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he says as he pulls out. “You got a good tongue.” He looks down at my cock. “And a nice dick.” I stand up. I hold both our dicks, pressed together in both my hands. We are twins. In length, in girth and the same flared cock head. “Let’s go feed some cocksuckers,” he suggests. We go to the slurp ramp. We choose side by side holes to feed the unknown men in the booths in front of us. My guy is good. My twin seems to like the guy on his dick. After three or four minutes we switch. This new guy I find rather toothy, but I put up with it. I watch the other top’s face register the pleasure the guy behind the wall is giving him. The guy on me, suddenly pulls off my cock. I can hear his ragged breath. Back-to-back anonymous big dicks poking through a gloryhole have gotten him off. I pat my new friend on the shoulder and go off… * I find the short, shaved headed man I often fuck here lounging on the medical table. I eat his hole for a moment—though I don’t think he cares for me doing that. I stand up and fuck. Almost instantly I can tell he is not deep cleaned. I pull out. He apologizes and goes home to spend more time with his bulb. I wash up. I stroke to some gay porn in the room next to the restroom. I stroke at the spot I started the day. Still no takers. The crowd has thinned, but there are still men. I can hear them in the cabana behind me. I go out to my car and eat lunch. I see the shaved head guy return as I am eating my carrots sticks. I finish up and go find him. We fuck…But he’s tense he still isn’t clean. I wonder that, too. He is, but the fuck isn’t good for either of us. I see my twin dick watching us—so I let him take over. I stand and jerk to his fuck of Shaved Head. Even that doesn’t do it for me. I wander some more. I finally get someone interested when I sit on the couch near the slurp ramp. He’s my age, and good with his tongue. His cocksucking is pleasant, but it is never going to get me off. I let him continue, as nothing else is happening. Men have evaporated. The place is almost deserted now. When the guy on his knees gets tired, I decide to go home… * Some fun moments. But I have to wait until the next day to actually get off… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finding My Twin July 16, 2024
  24. I learned this at the bathhouse, too. We are so lucky that we don't have just one 'type' of man to whom we are attracted.
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