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My Playroom—January, 2024 GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different. I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. And it went on all night. I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up. After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep. It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed. I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired. It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive. I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late… He looks good. I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor. There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use. I step in. I let him inhale the scent. Me and the jock. I grind the pouch into his face. He begins to pant. My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue. I let him get the fabric wet. With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock. GaryM is all over it. He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it. It feels great. I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face. GaryM grunts with each thrust. His cock responds, too. I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him. He goes for the full length of me down his throat. It gets so tight, so deep. It feels great and pinches at the same time. I gasp. He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly. I sigh out loud. After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass. For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker. His groans match my own. “Get up on the bench. I need to do that to you.” He does. I kneel and dig in. My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in. He groans and I hear his poppers open. I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick. Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready. I press against his hole. GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him. I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me. I fuck him. Slow and long. Then fast and hard. I pull out and move to his mouth. GaryM cleans my cock with relish. He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily. I go back and fuck him again. Harder. One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper. I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up. On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy. I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought. It slides into him quite easily now. My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy. This time I am on top of the toy. I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it. GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so. We break. I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat. Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench. But it was too low for sustained fucking with my long legs. This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two. It raises the height of the bench nicely. I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar. He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench. I pull the bar up and his legs come up. He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest. His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. We fuck hard, both of us grunting. I give him my cock to clean. We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face. He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth. “Let’s do it right in the sling.” I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling. My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups. GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls. It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass. I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me. His tongue reaches my pucker. I hit the poppers I save for this moment. We lose track of time. He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men. I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold. I try to piss for him. I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him. But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was. And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me… * We have switched places in the sling. GaryM has brought three toys with him. They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes. After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him. Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one. I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit. The toy is not that slender. I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead. I fuck. I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth. He cleans me—and I fuck him again. I go for the next toy. It is fatter. I grease it up. Gary has to really push against it to open fully. But it goes in. I turn it. Slowly. There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist. GaryM is panting. The toy comes out. My dick goes in. He actually flinches. “I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that. He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf. It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls. He takes the first one with ease. And the second. I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. The balls go in again. One. Two. And the third. It hits the bend deep inside. “That’s it. I think I’m done.” I help him out of the sling and we hug. There is so much more to good sex than just getting off… The original post, with some intriguing comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Brings His Toys February 3, 2024

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My Playroom—January, 2024 Kieran, the married bear who is an excellent cocksucker, had been trying to set a date to meet up. First, the holidays got in the way. On my return, my schedule was unexpectedly busy—and didn’t coincide with the limited days he had when his wife was working. Then the snow kept us apart even longer. Finally, we found a day in the middle of the month. I suggested we meet at the bookstore so we could play with others as well, but Kieran really wanted to meet in the playroom. So, we did. He arrived early and eager. Kieran is naked, but for his thick woolen socks. He is stroking his short, fat cock to the porn playing on the big screen television as he sits on the bed. I have just come into the room from leaving my clothes upstairs in the bedroom. I hang my robe on the door knob. I’m glad I have my boots on as the playroom’s cement floor is cold, though the air is warm from the space heater. Kieran motions me over. With my long legs and how low the bed sits, he is right at eye level with my bulging, slightly discolored jock. I press it into his face, not really sure how he’ll react. He inhales deeply, grunts, and begins licking at my cock through the fabric. Soon, it is pulled to the side so his lips and tongue are on my hot flesh. He is a great cocksucker—and he knows what he’s good at. His tongue works my dripping head. He slowly licks the shaft. He comes back up and his lips oval. The moment he swallows me down is electric. He grunts the sexiest noise as my pubes brush his nose. There is none of that tight pinch I get when I’m deep in many men’s throats. Now it’s just his tongue. Head. Shaft. Balls. Repeat. I just let him go to town. I look over at the porn, but it’s a distraction to what I’m feeling. He deep throats me again—bringing my attention fully back to him. Just as quickly, he returns to my balls. I grab my wet shaft and stroke it. I smear some precum on his cheek. Balls. Shaft. Head. Deep throat. He has been sucking me for the entire first scene of the video. The two cum shots on screen make me realize how long this has gone on. He’s in no hurry to do anything else, so I just let him have his way with my juicy cock… * I finally suggest we move to the fuck bench. He gets in place quickly, his full, hairy ass up in the air. I kneel and dive in. His ass lips are large, without any stimulation from me. I know he has a toy he uses on himself. I silently wonder how often he is using it, out in the barn, away from prying eyes. I lube myself as I rim. I stand up and slide in. He groans. “Damn, a dick is better than plastic.” I begin a slow fuck, speeding up fast, to show him just how better the real thing is. I pull out. “Bring it here.” I obediently move to let him taste his ass juices on my cock. He devours it. I go back and fuck him again. This time my leg is up on the bench, right in front of his left leg. I go deeper. I pull out. Maybe I went too deep. There is no mess, but I don’t want to bury my face in his ass, as I normally would after a fuck. We move to the sling. We fuck. No, he’s fine now. Maybe it was gas. I use the egg headed dildo on him. A mistake. I have opened him up wider and deeper and something is lurking there. In the past, he felt uncomfortable when I suggested a touch up in the bathroom. It is still just the hint of something, so I go back to my dick. He is stroking himself as I fuck. I lean down, dick still in place and my tongue can just reach his piss slit. I lick it up and then drool it down onto my cock. I fuck the saliva and precum into him. I concentrate on that. And find that I could actually get off. “You want my load?” “Fuck, yes!” I fuck him faster. “Here…” I pant, “it is…” And I shoot. Not a mind blowing, worked-for-two-hours-on-it load, but pleasant. And he’s thrilled. * There was only the tiniest bit of mess on my dick as I paper toweled it after. He may have been happy, but it was an incredibly short session for me. This is now the second time he has not been as clean as my long cock needs him to be. It is going to be an interesting text when I talk to him about clean out. A quick rinse, like what he does for his toy, is not what I’m about… Or maybe our sessions need to stay oral… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Mouth Over Ass February 1, 2024

Near Home—January, 2024 I was excited. An old friend and fellow fuck bud had told me he would be in Chicago the second weekend of the month and asked if we could meet at the piss party held that Saturday. It seemed a perfect way to reconnect. And get wet together as we caught up. But winter in the Great Lakes area had other plans. It started to snow on Friday. Seven to eight inches for my area. Then freezing rain that night and more snow all day Saturday. I was snowbound. And pissed—not at all in the right way. I was semi-dug out late Sunday by the men my landlord employs for snow removal. I did more shoveling on Monday which, while cold, was a beautiful sunny day, making all the freshly fallen snow sparkle. Somewhere in the middle of clearing the driveway, I wondered if any other snowbound men of this long weekend would try to find release today. I came inside, warmed up and decided to see if anyone else was as pent up as I was. The roads were fine. And the parking lot of the bookstore actually held a handful of cars… I go into the straight theatre. Three men are here. None that I recognize. A white man in his late 30’s, with cropped hair and a hipster goatee is stroking his cock while sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. Next to him sits a young ginger with a full beard and a nose ring. The third man, is white, older than myself and sitting a few rows ahead of the other two. I wonder, as I sit to the side, if the two younger men have been playing. I take out my cock. Instantly Hipster Goatee stands up. He walks towards me, his hand holding his very hard and throbbing three-inch cock. He offers it to me to suck. Still sitting, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue go to work. He sighs. This makes Ginger Beard stand up so he can see what we are doing. Hipster Goatee reaches down and replaces my hand on my dick. He strokes me, lovingly. In moments, he pulls out of my mouth and goes to his knees. He takes me deep, first thing, gagging at about the two thirds of the way down point. He pulls off—obviously loving it. Ginger Beard takes a step closer and begins kneading his crotch. Hipster Goatee knows his way around a cock. He is giving me a terrific blow job. I wordlessly suggest he include my balls—and he does, making my cock drool. His tongue licks up the shaft to capture all the juices. But his knees tire fast. He stands up. “Now that’s a cock,” he says softly, but loud enough for the others to hear. He moves away from me, stuffing his still hard cock into his pants. The door bangs shut after him. Ginger Beard moves to me, unzipping his pants. The old man stands up and joins him. “Will you suck me?” Ginger Beard asks. He’s a handsome young man, nose ring and all. His hand is covering his plumped cock. I go to my knees. He removes his hand and a thickish seven incher is revealed. I hear the old man unzip as I go to work on Ginger Beard. “Holy fuck!” he whispers to no one in particular. His cock is juicing like crazy. He can’t have had sex for some time. I dig into his Y fronts and pull his balls out. He gasps again as I lick them. My tongue is leaving the reddish hair on his sack soaking wet. I hear the old man start stroking. “I need this…” Ginger Beard moans. I pull off him and look up at him. “I love to swallow…” “Oh, shit…” He pushes his cock back into my mouth. My words act as his trigger. He gives me a huge, younger man’s load. He can’t stop shooting. I hold onto his balls to make sure he stays in place, but he doesn’t want to go anywhere. Finally, he begins to soften in my mouth. Only then do I let go and let him pull out. He reaches for a handkerchief—and then realizes there is nothing to clean up. He grins—and steps back. The older man pushes into my mouth. “Suck it,” he rasps. I do. It’s a very average sized dick—and it is plumped, not hard. But it’s leaking pre-cum. He wants to be in charge. He begins to fuck my face—quite a feat with a not fully hard cock. But it must do it for him—for he gives me a load or a lot more precum. I can’t be sure; it just flows out of him without the force of a regular ejaculation. The door opens. A guy sticks his head in and the old man pulls out of my mouth with lightening speed. He spins around so the new guy can’t see his dick. The new guy just closes the door. The old man leaves, playfully slapping my cheek. I stay for a moment on my knees savoring what just happened… * There is a slightly more. I moved to the cocksucker’s seat. Hipster Goatee came back and we traded blow jobs again. But neither of us could get the other off. I was spoiled by those first ten minutes. And no one else was brave (or foolish) enough to come out that afternoon… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: After the Blizzard January 30, 2024

Near Home—January, 2024 I was ready for more by Thursday. I drove to the bookstore after lunch, not sure what or who I’d find… I am alone in the straight theatre. Soon, a timid old white man comes in and sits as far away from me as possible. I watch him watch the video. He seems riveted to the sex on the screen. Or the bouncing big tits. He never touches himself. Even through his pants. After about eight minutes he seems satisfied—and leaves, never to be seen again that afternoon. I stroke. The three men using her in the video are hot. And they don’t seem to mind if their dicks touch. The door opens. A young man enters, tentatively. He is, I guess, just past college age. He is tall, but under six feet. His black skin shines in the reflected light from the screen. His hair is cropped close to his head. He opens his coat and shrugs it off. He is wearing a tight tee with the local college’s name on it. He stands by the door for another moment, then sits in chair by the wall. Now he can really see me. He was aware I was in the room before, but he now can see the dick I’m stroking. He looks at it. At my face. And then at the porn. The men on the screen are a great mixed lot—an older white man, an incredibly built Black man and a wiry Latino. All with big dicks, of course. And all moving from hole to hole with ease. At the woman’s suggestion they try a DP in the same hole. This makes the young man, watching their every move, unzip. He pulls out a nice seven incher. He strokes, watching her take two in the ass while the third is in her mouth. When they reposition, he actually moans as she sucks the cocks right out of her ass. He suddenly looks at me, embarrassed that he was vocal. I grin. So does he… We watch them shift to one in each hole. They fuck—and then the Latino cock, barely missing a stroke, joins the white one, so she has two in her ass once more. My stroking companion looks over at me again—for confirmation of how hot that looks. He is stroking harder. I smile and nod. He is up out of his seat and coming towards me. He stands against the wall and offers me his cock to suck. I don’t hesitate. I take him deep into my mouth. I don’t mind at all that his focus shifts from watching his cock disappear into my mouth and checking out the action on the screen. He is dripping precum. My tongue keeps mopping it up. He stands stock still, letting me do whatever I want with my lips and tongue. It doesn’t take long. “I’m gonna cum…” He tries to pull out of my mouth to spray the floor. I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place. He gasps—and shoots big. The cum is thick and viscid. His focus is totally on me now, watching me swallow every drop of his load. I finally let him go—having made sure I lick up the final drop. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he stuffs his softening dick into his underwear. He heads to the door and is almost hit in the face as it opens. He escapes—and it’s Braydon—my cubby cumdump bud—coming in. “I was going to text you—and then didn’t. But here you are.” I tell him what I just did—and how I would have saved the load in my mouth to reverse felch into his ass if I’d known he was here. The movie ends. We go next door to the gay theatre. I sit in the cocksucker’s chair and Braydon gets between my legs. He sucks my cock. Expertly. I am super hard and dripping myself, with the sex I just had. I tell Braydon I want to fuck. He grabs a chair and turns it so the back is toward the screen. He strips, stowing his clothes under the chair. He kneels, presenting his thick, hairy ass to me. “I wish you had that cum,” he moans, as my tongue drills into his pucker. I make some sort of affirmative sound, muffled by his hairy cheeks. The door opens. It is a guy I’ve know for the 20+ years I’ve been coming here. He nods to me and whips out his ebony cock. He strokes it hard as he watches me eat Braydon’s ass. Finally, I stand up. “He has a mouth, too. Let him suck you.” Braydon groans as he takes the dick into his mouth. I let him get started before I work my cock into his ass. Soon he is being thrust into at both ends. I pull out and lick his hole once more. I stand back up and fuck. The guy in his mouth groans. I can’t tell if he is shooting or not. He pulls out and takes off. “Did he shoot?” I ask as I slow the fuck. “I don’t know. A lot of precum, though.” I move around to his mouth. “Spit it on my dick.” He does and I walk back to his upturned ass and fuck it into him… * We are on the straight side. No one is here. Or in the gay theatre. Braydon is sucking my cock. And my balls. And under my balls. And so well, I unbuckle my pants and let them fall around my ankles, so his tongue can work my balls with ease. He moans and begins traveling down my perineum. I slump in the chair for easier access. He is a millimeter away from my asshole. He stops and works his way back up. He is snuffling my scent constantly. All the dampness from our first fuck. Now licked clean. “I want to plow you.” It seems a pretty safe bet that we aren’t going to get any other men today. He drops his pants and bends over the back of the seat in front of us. I eat out his fucked hole. “Fuck me hard.” I stand up. I enter him. A little roughly in my eagerness to get in. “You have me so close to shooting,” I mumble. “Do it. Fill me up.” I fuck him harder. I really want someone to walk in, unzip and give him a cock in his mouth. But not today. I fuck Braydon with long, deep strokes. My mind flashes back to the two straight cocks in one hole in the earlier video. I would love that with Braydon. Especially with that young man I sucked off… I have a vision of us DP-ing and I am over the edge. I give Braydon as big a load as the one I got in my mouth earlier. I stay in place. Shaking with the aftermath of orgasm. I wait until my heart rate is closer to normal before I pull out and bring my wet cock to his open mouth… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "He Has a Mouth, Too!" January 26, 2024

Near Home—January, 2023 It should be no surprise that after all the ass play with Ross, that I wanted something different. I went to the closest (and most reliable) bookstore, wanting some oral action. And I didn’t care which side of it I was on… The straight theatre is busy. There are men standing along the back wall. More are scattered around in the rows of seats. All the single seats against the wall are taken. I sit in the middle, on a two-seat bench. There is no sex happening, but everyone in the room seems to be looking. The door keeps opening and closing and the guys on the back wall are in constant rotation. I open my fly and stroke. I attract interest. I know many of these cocksuckers. At least three of these guys never play with me as I don’t cum in under three minutes—they are all on the hunt for that man. A very large man is looking at me. I think I know him—but I haven’t seen him since the pandemic. He is white, around my age and there is a lot of him. He fills the chair he’s in. He is alternating stroking to the video and to me. One of the regular cocksuckers moves from the back wall and surveys me again. I think he is going to warm me up. The large man is suddenly on his feet, though it takes an effort. He moves towards me, cutting the guy off who is coming from the back. The large man sits next to me—there is just room for both of us on this bench. “I remember this beauty,” he whispers. “Can I suck it again?” I nod. (The man who was going to do me turns and flounces out of the room.) The large guy bends, with an effort. But the effect of his mouth on my cock is electric. His tongue is everything you want in a cocksucker—busy and varied. Great suction. And his mouth is so big, my cock never feels a tooth. The guy is uncomfortable bending this way. After a few minutes he repositions, using the edge of the bench to get to the floor. He is finally at the right angle for deep throat. And he takes me effortlessly. I am in heaven. No teeth, of course, and none of that tightness in the back of the throat. With some guys that tightness can feel good and still hurt at the same time—usually the latter for me. This guy’s mouth is so much bigger it is effortless and wonderful. He’s making a ton of spittle. And using it. Loving it—licking it up, sucking me clean and doing it all again. He sucks happily. I watch him and the anal sex happening up on the screen. Totally content. It can’t last. His knees are paining him. He tries to get up. I stand and help, my wet cock swinging. “Thanks,” he whispers. “I hope to do more later.” He shuffles out of the room. As I’m standing, I decide to go see if things are happening next door. I pass the Voyeur, the hot Black man, who occasionally lets me suck his long, thin dick. I tell him about the velvet mouth on the guy, but the Voyeur only shakes his head at my taste in men. I tell him talent trumps looks almost every time… * Next door, two men are finishing up, mopping at their cocks with napkins. I sit in the corner. They leave and the place is deserted. Then the large man arrives. He sits close to the screen. Two more men filter in and stand along the side wall. The Voyeur arrives and sits in the cocksucker’s chair. Does he know?? We are the only two stroking. The men along the wall are kneading. I nod to the Voyeur. He shrugs in a “I guess, why not?” gesture. I kneel in front of him and suck. He is an easy suck until his last half inch, when he decides he wants to go deep. He feels so tight in that bend of my throat. Exactly why he’d love the large guy’s effortlessness with long cocks. I go to his fragrant balls to recover his battering of my throat. We are both enjoying this—not trying for release. I finally go back to my seat. The large guy stands up, with an effort and comes over. I nod and help him down to between my spread legs. The Voyeur watches with interest at both the expressions on my face and the deftness of this man’s deep throat technique. The Voyeur stands and moves closer for a better view. Suddenly he is in my mouth. I love having a dick in my mouth as I am getting blown. The Voyeur is on the edge. I can feel it. He is producing a ton of pre-cum. And very quickly, it’s followed by five spurts of watery jizz into my mouth and down my throat. I wonder for half a second if it will take me over the edge, too. But it doesn’t. I just lean back and let that big mouth and thick tongue do its magic… * I roam back into the straight theatre. Having swallow one load, always makes me hungry for more. I find only one guy there, a shy white guy, sitting where I started the night, stroking a long, curved cock. He won’t look at me. Not directly. I am just aware of his glances at me. I sit across the aisle from him. Right in easy vision. We stroke. “Do you want some help with that?” He won’t look at me. But he doesn’t say no. I wait. I finally stand up. He strokes to the video, never looking at me. I move to him and sit next to him. He strokes faster. I take that as an affirmative and go to my knees. He takes his hands away and feeds me his cock. He still won’t look at me—even as his load begins to pour out of his piss slit… * I stay in the room and stroke. The large guy comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s seat. I am about to go and feed him my cock when the plump guy who cums in 30 seconds (if he takes his poppers) arrives. He stands right next to the Large Guy—and ignores him. I stand up. 30 Seconds thinks I’m coming for him. He gets his dick out. I stick my dick in Large Guy’s mouth. It feels different with me standing and him sitting. But very good. I would really like to give this guy a load to show him my appreciation and go home. I begin fucking his face. This is doing it for both of us. And, unfortunately, also for 30 Seconds. He begins telling me what to do. “Fuck that face. Make that cocksucker work. You should fuck him…” On and on—as he takes poppers and gropes himself. Now he reaches up and thinks he is helping by trying to find my nipple through my sweatshirt. Two minutes ago, I was close to release. Now, while I’m still enjoying the mouth and throat, I am nowhere near orgasm. I use the big mouth until he asks for break. I go back to the gay side. It’s deserted. All those men have vanished. 30 Seconds comes in. “Want it…?” I go to my knees and shut him up by connecting with his tiny cock. He huffs. And it’s over even faster than usual. He takes off. “You suck, then?” Out of the shadows, from behind the door, is a tall rangy man. He is likely my age, his handsome face lined from age and the sun. He is swinging a nice seven incher. Hard. “Now do for me, what you did for him.” He let’s me do all my tricks, until he finally begins fucking my face. I wish I had the big mouth to help accommodate him at the back of my throat, but he doesn’t care. He groans and grabs my shoulders. He holds me in place as his cock shoots again and again… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Big Mouth January 24, 2024

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

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Near Home—January, 2024 I woke up on New Year’s Day, after the marathon of sucking at the bookstore the day before, with a raging hardon. I hadn’t shot myself while working so hard to get off the guy who reminded me of Robert Mitchum. The moment I poured boiling water over my tea bag, I knew I was going back. I guessed the place would have low attendance, but it would just take one mouth or ass to do the job… I arrive right after lunch. There are actually a few cars in the lot—but it is certainly sparse. I go in and pay. The straight theatre has one man in it. I sit in the back row. The guy ahead of me keeps trying to watch the movie, but seems to be nodding off—and then, when his head lolls forward in sleep, will sit up with a start and concentrate on the movie again. I stroke a little. Then I hear through the grate in the adjoining wall a chair scrape next door. I do myself up and go over to the gay theatre. In the far corner, seated, is Cute College Kid. His pants are around his ankles and he is jerking himself like crazy. I love the smile on his face as he sees me. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat, right next to him. In moment’s he is on his knees between my splayed legs and giving me some really good head. He stops jerking his own dick to concentrate on me. He makes sure to give equal time to my balls. He leaves both cock and testicles totally wet. As he stands up, I tell him how hot it was to finally eat his ass and fuck him. Cute College Kid nods, and then adds, apologetically, “I didn’t clean out today. I didn’t think anyone would be here…” “Damn,” I think, and lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth. He begins to happily fuck my face. His cock is small enough that it barely starts down my throat. We are both in a very happy place. The door opens. I can’t see who it is at first, as there is a torso in my way. CCK pulls out of my mouth with the new arrival and sits down. It’s a white guy around my age, likely 10 years younger. He is short and spare, rather elfin in his sprightly gait. I recognize him as the man who loves to choke on my dick. Without even a hello he goes to his knees and begins to suck me. This turns CCK on. He jerks watching the guy suck me. CCK stands up. He brings his cock over to me. I lean over and take him in my mouth as the man on the floor chokes on my cock. The sound fills the small room. He comes up for air. I am sure my cock is covered in deep throat slime, but I can’t see it with the dick in my face. The Choker gasps for breath and then goes back down on me. CCK is drooling into my mouth. He finally pulls out, so as not to cum too fast. The Choker chokes on me again and pulls off my incredibly hard cock. This time we all see the pearly string of deep throat spittle on my dick and arcing up to his open mouth. He cleans them up. CCK begins jerking again. “You should feel his mouth…” I tell CCK. The Choker is on him in an instant. Within 15 seconds it’s all over for CCK—he is firing his load down the throat of the Choker. A load I was rather hoping for… CCK cleans up and takes off. “Stand up and fuck my face.” He stands for a moment and drops his pants. He’s wearing no underwear. He wads his trousers under his knees as he kneels again. I grab the back of his head and insert my cock in his ovaled mouth. I fuck, slowly at first, building speed until I am fucking deep into him on every stroke. He chokes—and I know to back off. The strings of spittle connect my cock and his mouth like a slimy suspension bridge. I wrap the strand around my dick and make him clean them off. “Against the wall,” he mutters. Please.” The Choker moves so he is kneeling against the outer wall of the theatre. I know I can pummel his face even harder. So I do. He seems to love the back of his head being fucked into the cinder block. We pause. “You got piss?” I had forgotten for a moment that he may be the only man who has drunk my piss in this space. I step back and guzzle down the contents of my water bottle. I stick my dick into his mouth and go for round two of his head banging into the concrete. He chokes. This time I smear all the spittle on his face. This makes him fist his cock rapidly. We throat fuck against the wall one more time. I leave him breathless I want to sit down. He crawls over to me. After the standing throat fuck, this feels good, but isn’t nearly as rewarding for either of us. I let him do two rounds this way—and even let him take a couple minutes of just watching the video so his breathing can return to normal. “Back against the wall,” I bark. He is there and ready as fast as he can move. I throat fuck him hard. I notice he stops touching himself as I fuck into him. Once more he chokes. The spittle is smeared on his face once more. “Open up!” He does. I go deep into him. My cock begins to spew piss. First a small stream—then a torrent. The Chocker is doing his best to get every drop. And succeeding. He jerks himself in a frenzy as he does swallows my entire load of not very clear piss. The moment I run dry, I begin a hard, head thumping face fuck. The Choker gasps and I keep going. His cock erupts. In two more strokes, I join him, shooting my seed so deep down his throat he can’t even taste it… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Stand Up and Fuck My Face!" January 17, 2024

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

Near Home—December, 2023 Part Two: In the Gay Theatre (This picks up where we left off in the last post.) As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face. It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple. He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema. I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre. He is just sitting down, in the corner, to the left of the open cocksucker’s seat. Of course, I sit there. I look around. There is a burly white guy, around 35, in front of the college kid. Two older men are against the opposite wall, sitting and staring at the ass fucking on the screen. Cute College Kid undoes his pants. He is rock hard. It is not a big dick, but a pretty one. I take out my cock, too. The burly guy hears the fabric rustling and the zipper on CCK and throws us a glance. He nods at us and turns back to the video. I look over at CCK. He is jerking. Hard and fast. Looking at me not the video. He smiles. I do the same. He turns to the video, so we watch it for a bit. We happen to glance at each other at the same time. He looks away, then back at me, laughing under his breath. I smile and stand up. He spreads his legs invitingly—he wants my mouth on his drooling cock. I kneel and take his full length deep into my throat. He gasps and touches my chin, silently asking me to get off him for a moment. I do. And go to his balls. They are tight to his body, but hairier than I expect. I lick and suck, until he touches my shoulder, signaling I can suck him again without the fear of instant ejaculation. I stay on his cock head for a long time. Lapping up all his pre-cum. Only then do I take him all the way down into my throat again. He sighs. I come up for air and do it again. Once more he touches me, silently pleading to not make him blow his load. I stand up. My cock swinging. He reaches up, grabs it at the base and guides it into his open mouth. He is all about the tongue—and it feels terrific. He starts to jerk as he sucks me, then takes his hand away from his own cock. Now he is taking two-thirds of my length down his throat. He chokes on it, pulls off me, spits on my cock and does it again. It’s hot as fuck. Suddenly he stops. He indicates he wants to stand. I move back and let him. He proceeds to strip naked, down to athletic socks. He sits again and does the same choking routine, but now he lets the deep throat spittle cascade down his thin, but surprisingly heavily tattooed, chest. He pulls off me again. This time he spreads his legs. He wants more of my mouth. I kneel. I lick up all the precum that has oozed out each time he’s choked on my dick. I suck him for a moment, but quickly move to his balls. I want this to last. With him naked, I can work my tongue under them. I lick there—and start the trek down his quite hairy perineum. He slumps backward giving me better access. I coat all of it with my spit. I am only a millimeter from my tongue being in his ass. I have wanted to rim him from the moment we met months ago. And now…I hesitate. His hand touches my head. Giving me permission to lick his hole. My tongue brushes across it. He gasps. I burrow in. Now he groans. His ass tastes of soap and new sweat. I can’t stop licking and spitting and tongue fucking his hole. I only stop rimming him when he needs to readjust his position on the chair. I realize I’ve been on my knees for a long time and get up and sit in my chair. Our sex has caused the burly guy to unzip and stroke. CCK lets me catch my breath for a moment, then comes over and kneels, naked but for socks, between my legs. He sucks me again. When he comes up for air, he looks at Burly Guy over his shoulder. He crawls across the floor to suck him, his naked butt pointed right me. I get up. I kneel to the side of him and lean over so I can rim him again while he gives the guy head. His hole is responding. And opening. I eat him out for a long time before I ask “Do you want my dick?” My voice sounds loud in the small room. CCK pulls off the beer can of a dick he is sucking. “Yeah, just not all the way in.” I lube up, while going back to rimming him open. “I want to see your cock in him,” Burly Guy grunts out. I move around behind him. My cock slaps the upturned ass. “Fuck him good,” Burly Guy says. “Give him two dicks at once.” My head pops in. His hole welcomes me. I can feel him open it up for my girth. The exact opposite of the guy I’d fucked an hour before. I slide in. When my cock is just over halfway into him, I can feel that I am at the bend, the second hole, on this small framed young man. I poke at it, carefully, then pull back and just fuck him with my most of my dick. He is grunting around the cock in his mouth. When I really pick up the pace, he stops sucking, giving Burly Guy a wet hand job, with his mouth gasping for breath. I slow down. Once again, I explore this second hole with my cock head. “Don’t go deeper.” I grunt and go back to fucking with just most of my dick buried in him. He goes back to sucking. He looks incredibly hot with two large cocks in him at the same time. One of the older men on the other side of the room stands up, huffs and walks out of the room, letting the door slam. CCK pulls off me and stands up. He sits back in his chair, panting. I look over at him. He grins—not upset at all. I lean forward and sample Burly Guy’s cock. It is incredibly thick. I can’t possibly cover my canines and suck him properly. He pats my head and calls me a pig. I go down to his sweaty balls and lick them, while he jerks his cock. It does the trick. He shoots—into a handkerchief. He uses it to mop up as I sit back on my seat. He leaves. So does the other older guy. We are alone. “I have wanted to eat your ass from the day we met.” He smirks at me. “You do that really well.” He looks down and then back up at me. “I only cleaned out for a normal sized guy. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you any deeper.” “Another time,” I tell him. “Will you do me a favor?” He knows I will, but it’s nice to be asked. “Sure.” “I want you to jerk off on my cock, so I can use your cum to shoot.” I nod, but say, “I’m not very close yet.” “Jerk it while you eat me out again…” Perfect. He slumps in the chair. He jerks. I jerk and rim his freshly fucked hole. In moments, I rear up and shoot a massive load all over his cock. He groans as his fist closes over my cum and instantly jerks himself to a load every bit as big… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two Parter: Two -- Cute College Kid Gets Naked January 13, 2024

Near Home—December, 2023 Part One: In the Straight Theatre The trip home from Jersey was technically trouble free, but it had the longest layover I have ever experienced. I got home exhausted in the middle of the afternoon on the Thursday after Christmas. The last thing I wanted was sex. I awoke on Friday feeling totally refreshed—and horned. Seriously hard. I went to the bookstore… I have my hand on the doorknob of the straight theatre when he stops me with “Good to see you. Did you just get here?” He’s a shorter white guy, around my age, though I think of him as older. He always looks very dapper for this grungy place. I tell him yes. “Could I suck your dick before you add any lube?” he whispers. “Not that it’s stopped me before…” We go in. I sit in the back row and he gets to his knees as I unbutton. He takes me into his mouth before I am hard. I love to grow inside someone and don’t get to do it often enough. He moans as my dick reaches its full mass and begins to give me really good head. We both know I’m not going to give him my load. He keeps going until his mouth and his knees get tired. I thank him—and he grins and heads out the door. In moments, I get another round of head from the bald cocksucker who is again here without his partner. This man relies more on thrust down his throat than on tongue action. It’s a nice change. He tires faster than the first man. I stroke alone for a bit. A larger Caucasian man enters and stands next to me. In moments his cock comes out. We both stroke to the anal sex happening up on the large screen television. He turns slightly to me, offering his beer can of a dick. I suck him for just a moment, before he pulls out of my mouth as he bends to taste me. The angle is horrible after all the good head, but he is enthusiastic. “That would feel really good in my ass,” he breathes. “Did you clean out?” I have taken to just point plank asking now, when I’m here. “No.” “Then I’m not going to fuck you. Sorry.” “I mean I didn’t do it here, I did it before I left home.” Well, okay… He pulls his pants down and leans on the back of the chair in front of mine. I go in. He’s a responsive fuck, constantly beating his thick cock to the anal attack. But I have to stop. He’s either lied or things have moved, massively, since his clean out. I wrap my dick in paper towel and go spend seven minutes in the restroom muttering under my breath… * Surprisingly, the cocksucker’s seat is still available. I sit and stroke my now pristine cock. I am soon joined by another middle-aged man. He is tall, with a worked-out chest that stretches his tee shirt. He takes out his cock almost instantly. But it never gets hard, though he strokes it constantly. Ten minutes in, I reach for it to see if I can help. He turns, and my hand connects with his still underwear covered ass. He groans—as if my touch sent an electrical charge through him. I begin massaging his ass crack through the fabric. “I’ve never been fucked,” he moans. “You don’t want to start out with this one,” I tell him. But he insists he does. “I need a big cock to open me once and for all.” I have found his hole, still protected by the fabric. I burrow in. He gasps. I pause to lube up my finger. I pull down his underwear and attack his tight pucker. He takes the first knuckle easily. I work slower on the second. Then my whole finger. I pull out to re-lube. He’s spotless—so I continue. With two fingers. “Give me your dick. Please. I want to say I lost my virginity today.” In for a penny…and all that… I grease up my cock. It’s hard work getting the head into him. But we are both determined. I finally pop in. Raw. He groans. And then pushes back. It may be the slowest I have every entered an ass. But between us, I am soon deep inside him. “Oh my God…” I am now believing him that he’s never been fucked. The look on his face is a glorious mix of pain, pleasure and wonder. Up to now he has been flat against the wall. I turn him, still embedded inside him, so he can bend and hold onto the seats in front of us. He does. He groans again. And once more when I start pumping. I grab his hips and pull two thirds of the way out of him. I drizzle lube on my shaft before I inch it back into him. He gasps. But I can move much easier in his tight canal. “Use me,” he whispers. I begin to pump. I can feel him still flogging his soft cock as I stroke into him. I pick up the tempo. His ass, beginning to loosen up, suddenly clamps down on me. He is pouring cum out of his soft cock. It pools on the floor. I pull out of him. He turns and gives me a terrifically tight hug. He cleans up—and I, surprisingly, don’t really have to—but I go wash to be on the safe side after he thanks me for the fourth or fifth time. As I come out of the rest room, I see a familiar face. It’s the cute college kid who jerked off on the woman’s breasts when we both played with the bisexual couple. He smirks at me, nods and goes into the gay cinema. I follow his hot little ass into the gay theatre… * I didn’t think this would be a two-parter when I started. I had forgotten how much action I go that day. Tomorrow for (the hotter) Part Two! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Two-Parter: One -- Losing his Virginity January 12, 2024

Thanks. He's great fun. (Glad to be back re-posting these after my trip.)

Jersey City—December, 2023 So, we celebrated. My birthday had been just before I arrived in New Jersey. My brother’s partner’s birthday and their wedding anniversary are the same day—that was the special dinner. Oh, and then Christmas… The day after, my phone dinged. Rudy was back from his time with his parents in the Midwest. Was I still interested in playing tomorrow? I was. And told him so. We set a time. But Rudy was eager. He checked in with me the next morning. He wasn’t going to the gym after all—could we play a little earlier than we said? We could. I grabbed a quick sandwich and walked the few blocks to his apartment building… He opens the door with a huge smile. He is back and glad to be home. I can tell, though, I need to release some tension built up from the holidays. He pours me a drink as I shed my coat and say hello to the cat, who is lolling under the lit Christmas tree. In moments we are naked in his bedroom. Truly—he asks if I might leave the jock off. He jumps in the sling. I go to my knees and begin to lick away the tension built up in him. And soon it’s all about my cock plunging into his hole. Over and over. I grease up my left hand, my cock still deep in his guts. On a back stroke, I add two fingers sliding in with my dick. Rudy gasps in pleasure and opens the poppers. Now it’s three making my dick feel very, very thick. I pull out my cock, leaving the fingers inside him. I add the fourth and then the thumb. He takes his first fist of the afternoon, just moments after we start. Dick. Fist. Dick. Dick and fingers. Fist. I alternate fucking him one or the other (or the combo) until he asks for a break. We loll on the bed, sipping and talking about our time apart. Soon, we are back in the sling. I start with my tongue again. My Cock. My fingers. And now his dildo with a twisted shaft. I screw it into place. It fills him completely. I work it out and do the whole progression again. This time I end it with my full hand and not the toy. I inch deeper into him, touching his second ring. I switch toys to the dog cock with the sizable knot. Tongue, cock, fingers, toy. I twist carefully to get the balls inside Rudy. Not today. “Let me suck you again.” Rudy gets out of the sling as I sprawl on the playsheet-covered bed. He inserts a small plug in his ass and adds a harness around his crack and hips to keep it in place. He joins me on the bed. The Jennings mouth gag goes in. He snaps it open to keep his mouth from closing. And today it catches the head of my cock. I flinch. He tries once more. I still feel the metal on my dick. Rudy takes it out and effortlessly takes me to the root without it. It feels great. And I tell him so, rather brokenly, as he has me breathing really hard. He proves he can do it again. Repeatedly, leaving my balls and dick wet with his deep throat slime. “Fuck me with that big daddy dick.” I slide off the bed. I pull him around so he knows I want his feet on the floor and his chest on the mattress. I unbuckle the harness and ease out the toy. I can’t help but bury my face in his wet and slippery crack. I stroke my engorged cock as I feast on his open hole, careful to keep some of that deep throat spit for lube. I stand up. “Are you going to fuck me, daddy?” “You know I am.” I slide inside him. In one smooth glide. “Fuck me hard…” I already am. This position is hitting all the right spots for both of us. “…make me take it…” I continue plowing into him. The bedroom is filled with the sound of my full balls slapping on his ass. “Fuck…” he moans. I put my left leg up on the bed. It drives me deeper into him. Rudy whimpers. Lost in his own little world of cock and hole. I know that I am very close to shooting. And, the moment I think that, the feeling recedes. I pull out and go to my knees, my face smashed into his puffy ass lips. I lick and spit, getting myself closer to shooting once again. I grab the dildo with the twisted shaft. I work it into him. A little more demanding with it. Rudy loves this tells me to use him hard. I am really close now. The toy comes out. “Turn over. I want to see your face as I shoot.” He does, grabbing the back of his knees, to give me full access to his now gaping hole. I stand up and rut into him. Hard. His hand finds his own cock. No slapping at it to keep it soft. He wants to shoot, too. I fuck and groan out my pleasure. Our eyes are locked on each other. He gives me a terrific anal squeeze and I am there. Firing off jet after jet of cum deep inside him. I slump, hands on the mattress. My dick, still inside him and drooling out the last of the cock snot. “Stay…” I’m not going anywhere. With three or four flicks of his hand, his cock erupts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rudy Comes Home Horny January 10. 2024

Jersey City—December, 2023 Sometime in the middle of being buried in Rudy’s hot ass he looked up at me and said something like: “Remind me to show you a picture of the guy who’s cat sitting for me.” I grunted and went back to doing whatever I was doing to him. After we’d both shot our loads, Rudy remembered. He paged through his phone and brought up a picture of a man considerably younger than either of us. The guy was cute—very cubbish with a terrific smile. “I told him he could play here if you two wanted to do that while I’m gone. I gave him your Asspig profile name. Check him out.” Well, two day later I was walking back to Rudy’s apartment to play with a new man. Our online chat had gone well and we’d agreed to meet. Wally answered the door. He is even hotter in person. After checking in with the cat (who today is indifferent to my arrival) we chat for quite some time in the kitchen. He checks my hand size. And makes sure I’m not a psycho… With my water in hand, we go to the bedroom to strip down. We keep chatting—but we stop long enough to kiss… It goes on and on—in the best possible way. Neither of us want to be the first to break the kiss. My smooth body loves rubbing against his very hairy one. Finally, our mouths separate and I tell him I have to eat his ass. He gets up on all fours on the bed. I kneel and just look at how hairy he is down here. I can’t wait to bury my face in the valley between his cheeks. The fur is long and luxurious. I dive it—and revel in getting it wet and matted. Wally moans as I burrow into his responsive hole. My cock is hard. Drooling. Ready to plow. I stand up and slap it against his pucker. Wally groans. I ease into him. His hole takes me easily. He milks every inch of my cock as all of me bottoms out in him. I pause for the briefest of moments before I begin to fuck. “Fuck, yeah…” he moans. I pick up the tempo. I am soon slamming into his ass. Wally is right there—his muscle butt working my cock on every stroke. Finally, I pull out. I bury my face once more in the hole I just ravaged. I love how different it feels—more pliant and slightly gaping. His ass lips are now just slightly pronounced. I take them into my mouth, working them hard, to get even more blood into them. “Can I suck that cock?” He rolls off the bed and kneels on the floor. His hand circles the base of my wet, ass slicked cock. Wally takes me to the root. Effortlessly. Again and again. It’s my turn to groan. He pulls off me and, unasked, begins to lick my balls. Never sucking them—just getting the hairy sack as wet as I got his hairy crack. We move to the sling, which is still in the windowed alcove. He gets himself into the stirrups with expert precision as I go to my knees and lick his fucked ass from a new angle. I eat and slurp, spitting into the tangle of wet hair framing his hole. Wally’s moans make me work harder and harder. I stand. My cock pushes into him. We fuck. There is a mirror tilted so Wally can see my big dick enter him on each stroke. After a bit, I reach for his big bottle of lube. I keep fucking as I pour some into my left hand. It is incredibly creamy. Wally tells me it is his own mix of K-Lube and Boy Butter. My index finger pokes into him with my cock still in place. Soon my cock comes out and my other fingers go in. Three. Four. And the thumb. All but effortlessly my left hand is buried in him. I pull out and grease up my right as well. I start with three fingers of each hand doing a lateral stretch. Then I work my left into him once again. Repeatedly. Then to see if he can take the slightly bigger right hand. Of course, he can… Now it is a mix of cock, then left hand. Now, cock and left hand. We both love the feel of my dick fucking into my greasy palm, already deep inside him. I try it with my right hand. It works, but it is not as comfortable, so I do the cock and left once more—now each stroke going through my opened fingers, all inside him. We take a break. I get out the speculum. When we’re ready, it’s back to the sling and a slow crank of him open. I can’t remember now if he’d had one open him up before, but I’m fairly sure he had never had a guy fuck him with the speculum in place. I plow into him, talking, as I always do, about the feel of the stainless-steel vs his hot flesh. I do a very slow closing of the medical device. It slips out of him. My cock slips back in. Then my left hand. Wally encourages me to go deeper. My cock has touched his second ring repeatedly, but now my middle finger does the same. We break on the bed, lying side by side. We chat. I remind him I want him to sit on my face. Instantly, he scrambles into place. His hairy, used hole fills my mouth. His ass lips are quite puffy now. And delicious. He bounces on my tongue. His full ass is beginning to cut off my air. I let him stay there. And stay. And…I finally have to push him off me. I pant, as though I’d just run a race, gasping for breath. Wally sucks me again as I catch my breath. Then he rides my cock. Briefly. Bouncing on it in the same way he did my tongue. He decides his hole is done for hand—but he’s fine for fucking. We re-position. I stand up and Wally gets on his back this time. I pull his ass right to the edge of the bed. I eat him out again. I stand and fuck. Wally grabs his hard cock and begins to jerk himself as I pummel his ass. “I’m really close…” he pants. “Go ahead. I’ll just fuck it into you.” Wally closes his eyes for a moment and in just a few seconds he is firing a massive load all over his hairy abdomen and chest. I scoop up the biggest puddle and smear it on my dick. I slide in, the cum coating his hole. “Can I keep going?” I ask. He nods. It doesn’t take long now. His cum is the trigger. The slickness, and just how much of it there is in him, is taking me over the edge. My hips are slapping into that hairy ass that has given me so much pleasure. The sound adds to my excitement. And I’m there. Filling him up with my cum. Letting the two loads mix together deep inside him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Wally Gives Me His Hairy Ass January 6, 2024

Jersey City—December, 2023 Once again, I traveled to New Jersey to see my brother and his partner for Christmas. Last year I drove, but this year I was back to flying. (Not an altogether happy choice, but I got there.) I had scheduled a play session on the next day, before Rudy, my JC fuck-bud, flew off to see his parents. I was excited. It had been a full year, after all. On the Thursday morning I got his text. He was headed to the gym. Would 3pm work? It did. I checked in again just before time. Was he ready for me to walk over? He was and in 10 minutes he buzzed me into his apartment building. I went up in the old elevator and rang his doorbell… We embrace. He looks great. His dirty blond hair is cut short. There is a large smile on his handsome face. He is a very young-looking 50+. The gym work shows on his trim body. We chat. I greet his cat and have a brief conversation with her, too. She loves visitors—unlike my brother’s cat who runs and hides. He gets me some water and we proceed to the bedroom as we catch up with each other. We strip down. I add my jock and get out the speculum which traveled with me—and is never used. I tie up my boots, sitting on the bed, which is covered with a black play sheet. The sling is over in the windowed alcove. We are high enough we can see out, but no one is likely to see us fucking in it. Rudy gets in the sling. I go to my knees. I eat his hole for a long time, still moist and steamy from his shower. He groans—and slaps his dick head with his fingers so it won’t harden. I finally stand up and enter him for the first time in a year. His hole is wet and he squeezes down on me in welcome. I do the pause while he hits the poppers—and I begin to plow. Long strokes. Nice and slow. Loving the hot wetness of his ass. With my cock still inside him, I grab his bottle of J-lube and coat my left hand. My cock come out and my fingers go in. Two, then three. Now four. And the thumb. I turn my hand just a fraction and Rudy gasps. I ease out of him and do it all again. Dick. Fist. Dick. Fist. Now my fist is in place and I pull slightly back, so my palm is half out of his hole. My cock head glides in, fucking through my fingers deep inside. Rudy groans. When I pull out this time, he asks for a break. We chat on the bed. Soon he is back in the sling. I am working a dildo, which has spiral ridges on it, up him. Smoothly. A little twist to help the insertion. Literally screwing it in place. Every inch of the large toy disappears. I switch to something that is molded like a dog’s phallus with a pronounced knot at the base. He takes the shaft easily. I have to work on getting the knot into him. But he does it. And earns another break. We sip our drinks and talk some more. Soon he is sitting on my face, my head smashed into the pillow and my tongue deep in his worked-out hole. I lick him out. He grinds down on me. I literally can’t breathe and I love it for as long as I can take it. I push him up and off my mouth as I gasp for air. Rudy gives me a moment, then sits on my mouth once again. I eat and jerk myself. He pulls off me. “Ride my cock,” I instruct. He mounts me and takes me balls deep into his hot hole. He goes into his own little world, babbling as he rides his Daddy’s cock. I love hearing the wet squish of our bodies beating together. “I want to suck you.” He grabs a piece of stainless steel from the bed side table. It is a Jennings mouth gag. It is similar to a spider gag. This is new to me. I have never had a guy use one before. He snaps it in place so his mouth stays open. PIC He gives me instant deep throating with it in place. It turns him into a suck machine. He takes me to the root again and again. Finally, he stops and removes it. “That was hot,” I tell him. He rummages in his wardrobe and comes back to the bed with another toy. A rosebud pump. PIC He has full ass lips after the work out. He wants me to see them more plumped up—and to taste them. He sticks the plexiglass rod in his ass and holds the cylinder around his ass hole. He begins to pump, manually. His ass lips grow. He releases the vacuum and lets me lick them. I take his plumped lips completely into my mouth, reveling in the sensation as they return to normal size. He does it again. The moment the cylinder is released I lick and spit and suck on his ass. And I know how I want to fuck next. I tell him to get on the edge of the bed on all fours. This time I pump his ass up, pumping until he tells me to stop. The cylinder comes off and my raging cock goes into him, not my tongue. I fuck him hard. Rudy groans. “On your back.” Ruby flips for me, ass right on the edge of the bed. He holds his legs, arms wrapped around his knees. I pump him up one more time. This time I grab a little pill bottle off the table. It has two loads from tricks saved and some of his own jizz. I stick my cock back between his swollen lips and pour the contents onto my shaft. I fuck it into him—telling him just what I’m doing. “Fuck me with all that cum,” he groans. It feels terrific. These guys were big shooters; my cock is still totally covered on every back stroke. I pull out and lick up the escaping jizz. I spit it right back into him. I fuck it deeper. The jizz fuck is going to take me go over the edge. A few more strokes and I am there; holding still as my balls empty into him. Mixing with the loads I fucked into him. I hold in place a long time. Letting every drop of cum drip into him. Only then do I pull out. I go down and felch the mixed loads. It’s a struggle not to swallow—but I want to feed them to him. I can feel Rudy jerking his cock. I stand up and lean over him. Our mouths meet and I let the loads drip out of my mouth and onto his tongue. He spasms. And gratefully swallows while it sounds like he is getting off. We lay on top of each other for a long moment. Luxuriating in what we’d just done. I towel down a little before I go wash in the adjoining bathroom. “Come here.” I come out and go over to the bed. He is lying so his head is right at the end. My balls fall into his mouth. He jerks himself until more cum runs out of his tight balls… The final post of 2023, with pictures of the equipment, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rudy's New Toys Get Us Off December 31, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 I went to the nearest bookstore on a Thursday afternoon, my only real free time before I left for my Christmas week in New Jersey with my brother. I had more fun than I thought possible… I pay my admission. The cashier now knows me by name. We chat about the holiday for a moment before I head into the straight theatre. A white man is standing on the back wall, watching another slightly older white man, also standing against the wall, get sucked off. The sucker is a f-bud from here—we often exchange blow jobs. His dick is the same length and thickness as mine, but in ebony. I go sit by the wall and turn to watch the action as I take out my cock. The lone guy goes from kneading his bulge to unzipping. He turns from the scene at his side and looks right at me. Without hesitation, I get up and kneel in front of him. His cock is average, but the moment it touches my lips it is super hard. It is very wet with all his precum. The guy groans. He stands stock still and lets me suck. In just a few moments he groans again and gives me a mouthful of cum. Almost instantly the guy being sucked by my f-bud cums, too. I go back to my seat. The two spent men zip up and leave. My f-bud comes over, swings a chair around and sits next to me. “You have the magic touch, man. That guy has been here for hours and wouldn’t let anyone near him. Just watching and squeezing his dick through his pants. You walk in and bam!” I grin. We chat a little, but he needs to leave before we can do anything. I move to the cocksucker’s seat where he was sitting before. Almost instantly the Voyeur arrives. He strokes, standing by the wall, deciding if he wants some head from me. Eventually he does, but I can tell he is just starting his time here and is not about to drop a load. He goes out the door soon after, telling me he’ll look for when he’s ready. I stroke alone. But not for long. Two men come in. One comes right up to me, unzips and offers an uncut cock. He starts soft, but hardens up in my mouth, with each flick of my tongue. The other man sits in the row ahead of me. The uncut guy gives me a rather bitter load, quite soon after he has reached his full hardness. He is out the door, stuffing his wet cock into his Hanes. He has no interest in letting me clean him up. The man in front of me, now turns to look fully at me. It’s the road worker who I had sucked along with the Voyeur (see Tables Turned). He gets up and gives me this thick cock to suck. I take him deep into my mouth, by beard rubbing on his fragrant balls. Soon, I pull off his shaft and lick his balls. They are sweaty from a morning’s work. My cock drools as I tongue them. “Work my dick, I want you to swallow my load again.” It’s the first time he’s ever said anything to me. I do as he asks. In moments, I am treated to a thick, creamy load. He stands stock still and lets me clean him up. I get the final drip from his cock as he pats my shoulder and goes back to work on the Interstate—lunch break over. I stroke with the taste of the man in my mouth for a bit, before I take a big swig of water to cleanse the palette. I stroke. A guy comes in. “Hello, Sir…” using my given name, after the title. I look up. It’s Jack, the temporary construction worker who had been living in this area—and who became such a pig in my playroom. He had been transferred to a city too far to commute to see me. But he’s back now. And ravenous for dick. He kneels and takes my wet cock into his mouth. He groans around all the flesh in his throat, making it vibrate. He licks and sucks and even remembers my balls. He gives them as much time as he does the shaft of my cock. The door opens. A tall Mexican enters. He’s under 30, tall, lean and with a smaller dick. He likes my mouth (though he has never got off with me.) He unzips and gives me a cock to suck as I am treated to Jack’s expert tongue. Soon, I pull Jack’s head up so he can lick the balls of the guy I’m sucking. All three of us find this hot. Soon I push the cock, with my tongue, into Jack’s eager mouth. I go to the wet balls and lick those. The young guy is really getting into being serviced by two dads. He moans and tells us to switch again. We do. Often. Back and forth. “I don’t want to shoot yet,” says the Mexican as he pulls aways from us. Jack simply goes back to my dick as the young guy goes out the door. I let him suck for a bit. Finally, he looks up. “Nobody has fucked me the way you do. Will you?” I nod. Jack stands and gets out of his shoes and his pants, kicking the sneakers under the seat and letting the pants fall next to me. He bends, holding onto the back of the seat where the road worker had last sat. I go to my knees. My tongue runs up and down his ass crack, finally zeroing in on his hole. Jack groans. “Been too long,” he mumbles. I make some sort of affirmative sound, with my tongue deep in his ass. I spit and lick it out. Again and again. Jack is moaning now. I have lubed my dick during the rimming and stand up. I work his hole open with my cock head. I part his full ass lips and slip into him. Jack gasps and takes a hit of poppers. I inch forward. I pause until he relaxes. His hole flowers open and I sink all the way in. He squeezes down on me, by way of welcome. I hear him take a second hit and I begin to fuck in earnest. The door opens. The young Mexican returns. He stands to the side and watches. “Let him suck your cock,” I tell him. He shakes his head and continues to jerk to our fucking. I pull out and have Jack clean my dick. This actually shocks the Mexican—who leaves. I go back to Jack’s ass and rim him briefly. I want to fuck. And I want to breed. “You want my load?” Jack grunts out a “Fuck, yes.” He grabs his own thick cock and begins stroking it. I increase the speed of my thrusts. Jack is panting. “Give it to me!” I want to lick his ass one more time. But my cock has other ideas. It explodes at just the thought of a quick rim of Jack’s wet and hairy hole. I grab Jack’s hips and hold on as my cock empties out. “Oh, fuck…” Jack begins to shoot on the linoleum. I stay in place, his ass squeezing me with every shot. I slowly pull out. Jack spins and cleans my cock of every last drop. He pulls off me and all we can do is grin, totally lost in our own orgasmic bliss… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Cocks and a Surprise Ass December 29, 2023

Zane brings it out in me!

My Playroom—December, 2023 Zane was due at my place after supper. He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road. I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped. I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving. My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night. A few moments later he arrived. We hugged. We chatted. I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car. Soon enough, we were down in the playroom. Zane was naked but for a once white jockstrap. He knelt, unasked, in the middle of the room… I close the door. The space heater is on and the whirring sound fills the space, competing with the groans and moans coming from the porn on the television. “Let me suck that cock.” Zane looks right at me. He is just past 30, hairy everywhere he should be and has let his beard become long. I toss my bathrobe at the chair next to the toy rack. My mound of cock swells, contorting the fabric of the pouch. I move so Zane can lean in and lick it. He does, enjoying the taste and the smell of past sex. He frees my balls and licks them. For a long time. My cock is so damn hard and he ignores it. Finally, he untangles it from the pouch and takes it into his mouth. And down his throat. I let him proceed at his own pace. Suddenly he stands up. We kiss. Sharing the taste of my cock on his tongue. He lifts my left arm above my head and proceeds to like my pit. Every inch of it. We kiss—sharing this taste, too. Then the other. And a kiss. I do the same to his pits. Though fresh from his shower, they still hold his natural smell. We kiss once more. Long and passionate. “I really need to eat your ass.” Zane hops up on the fuck bench. He arches his back and his hairy cheeks are spread and ready for me. I kneel and dive in. He grinds his damp ass crack against my face. I eat him out. Hungrily. “Fuck me hard!” I ignore him. I can’t get enough of his butt. I love having him here and all to myself. I don’t have to share with an entire houseful of men. Of course, eventually I do stand up, my cock lubed, ready and dripping precum. I smear the bead of viscid liquid on his hole. Zane moans and I push forward—entering his ass for the first time that night. His head comes up—he watches me in the mirror in front of him as I glide all the way in. I hold for a moment before I begin to fuck. Without even consciously thinking about it, my hips begin to move. My cock saws and in out of his hole. I slow as he takes a hit of poppers. The moment he replaces the cap, I am fucking him at full force. Pounding into his ass. Making him groan and gasp at the strength of my anal assault. Just as suddenly, I pull out. I bring my wet cock to his mouth. He licks me clean. Ravenously. I squat down and we kiss again. Sharing the flavors of his wet ass. I go back and lick his slightly gaping hole. He groans, knowing that at any minute I will stand back up and fuck him every bit as hard… * I am in the sling. Zane loves to rim his daddies. He has licked and spit and done all the rimming tricks I did to him. He now stands and leans across me. We kiss again. I love the taste of my ass as much as he does. The kiss is long and his hardon grinds against my wet hole. We change places. I eat and then fuck him—rimming after each quick fuck. His eyes are always on the mirror above him, watching my tongue or cock split him open. “I really want to ride you.” I help him out of the sling and lie down on the bed. He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my balls again, leaving them even wetter. Now a quick cock cleaning, lapping up any of his stray ass jizz. He crawls up me, his furry chest rubbing against my all but hairless one. We kiss again. He reaches behind him and guides my rigid dick to his hole. He pushes back, impaling himself on my cock. He straightens up and begins to bounce. “Oh, fuck, yeah….” he mumbles. I look up at him. His eyes are now closed, his face contorted. I glance at the big mirror that runs alongside the bed. I love seeing him fuck himself down on me. Every bit as hard as I fucked him on the bench. Suddenly, his eyes open and he’s back to reality. He pulls off my cock. He devours the wet flesh. Once again, we kiss, sharing our bodies’ juices. When we come up for air, I say: “I have something for you.” He looks at me inquiringly. I tell him to hop in the sling while I go get it. When I come back from the freezer, with the cum from the bookstore frozen in the condom, he is lying there, looking excited. “Two loads from the bookstore…” PIC I snip off the knot and peel the latex away from the frozen nugget of semen. I describe the road worker who likes his balls abused—so he can shoot big. I talk about the Voyeur’s long thin cock and how, if he decides to have sex that day, he usually uses my mouth. Zane trembles with the cold—but it slips into his ass easily. My cock follows it. I love how it has cooled his ass. The head of my cock finds the melting chunk of cum deep inside him. I fuck him, slowly. Letting the cum wet his ass and my cock. I pull my coated dick out of him and bring it up to him. “Taste their loads.” He does, cleaning every inch of my erection. “Swallow them—I’ve already had them in my mouth.” When my cock is cum free, I go back to his ass. I lick the tiny trickle of semen dripping out of that slight gape. I stand and sink into him. I lean across his hairy body and feed him the semen I just licked up. A slow dribble into his open mouth. I fuck him hard. Frothing the jizz around this hole as I pull out. I bring my wet dick to his mouth again. He cleans me up before I clean up the sticky mess clinging to his hairy ass. “Rimseat.” I pull it out from where it sits and bring it next to the bed. I go under and Zane sits on it. His ass is wet, but I want the cum that’s still deep inside him. I drill into him. His ass opens—but I get no more than a couple of delicious drops of semen. His ass won’t give it up. I tap his thighs for him to rise. “Back to the sling.” He jumps in. I stick my dick inside him. “You wanted some piss in your ass—well here…” I leave it unfinished as my bladder empties into him. “I’ll wash that damn cum out of you.” My body take over. I begin to fuck him, sloshing with every stroke. I meant for him to sit on my face again, but my cock needs to shoot. Now. I am so close as I fuck in his piss hot hole. “Give it to me!” Zane knows just what’s happening. I fuck a few more strokes and explode. I grab the top of the sling frame for support. Zane grabs his own dick and, in a few strokes, covers his furry abs and chest with his pearly white jizz… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass December 27, 2023

There is a guy on Squirt who claims to be talking to the owners. He says rebuilding is being done. Waiting on some plumbing...

Near Home—December, 2023 At the top of the month, I’d heard from Zane, the scent pig (and co-host of the huge house party in Chicago.) He was headed home to see his parents before the holidays. “Could I spend the night at your house?” he asked. Of course, I said yes. As the date neared, I got to thinking more and more about what we both loved…cum in his hole. I had not jerked off for a long time, so I had no extra loads in the freezer. The day before he was due to arrive, I went to see if I could find some loads for him at the bookstore… It’s Friday afternoon. I expect the parking lot to be full. And it has a few cars in it. But as I lock mine up, I notice the men are in their cars—not inside watching or having sex. I go in. As always, I start on the straight side. There is one very old man there in the cocksucker’s seat. Asleep. I go next door. I am alone. I sit and pull out my cock. And stroke. In moments, I hear the door open. In walks the construction worker who like his balls squeezed. He grins at me and sits down, opening his fly and then unbuttoning the waistband. He pulls the pants down so they around his knees. He sits, bare-assed, on the chair. I slide to the floor and get to work. I suck. I twist. I crush his big balls. Once again, as my mouth moves to his over-sized hairy sack, he strokes himself. I lick his balls and down to his perineum. I’d tongue his hole if he’s let me. Something about this guy makes me want to do nasty things to him. Today, he’s in a hurry to get back to work. He is ready to cum much faster—but then again, I started right in abusing those balls this time. He groans and mutters “I’m gonna shoot…” I take him into my mouth and milk the cum out of him. His load is huge. I have trouble not swallowing it. I lick him clean as I did last time. The moment he turns away to zip up, I drool his load into a Magnum I have unrolled and hidden in my shirt pocket. * No one else is here. Until the old man, the one I saw asleep, walks in with a young woman. They sit down, here in the gay cinema. She looks like he picked her up off the streets, and is really rough around the edges. When did he have time to find her? Was it a pre-arranged meeting?? They watch the movie. I go next door. And the men are coming in from the parking lot. How do they know? I really have no clue. They check the straight side for her, and then move to the gay theatre. I go back. Fascinated. She is now giving the old man a hand job while he has his hand under her short skirt. Other men try to move in, but he rebuffs them all. I go back next door. The Voyeur is there. (Does he come every day??) We settle down to watch the porn. When he’s horned enough, he lets me suck him. He never fully cums, but there is so much precum in my mouth, I keep drooling it into the condom. Of course, he wants to know what I’m doing. I tell him. He is equal parts repulsed and turned on by the idea. I tell him about the scene next door. He goes to look. I stroke, alone. A handsome, just post-college aged, guy comes in. He leans against the wall. I am pretty sure he wants my cock. Just as it looks like he is about to ask, the door opens and he bolts. The new guy who scared him away, looks at me briefly and walks out. I stroke a little. No one else arrives. I go next door. I can’t believe my eyes. The handsome guy is getting blown by the rough-looking young woman. The old man is watching and masturbating as he observes the sex happening inches from him. The other men, ringing the room, are doing the same. I have what I wanted—some extra cum for Zane’s hole. I decide to cut my losses and leave. I look once more at the Fellini-esque scene. I will never cease to be amazed at men and what they will do for sex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finding Cum for the Freezer December 23, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 I needed my cock sucked. I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick. It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed… Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’ I walk into the straight theatre. The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face. I assume I have just interrupted a blow job in progress. I sit on the side of the room and away from them. I take out my cock. The Voyeur sits down next to the guy, a man I’ve never seen before. He is white, likely 50, maybe a little less. The Voyeur whispers in his ear. The guy stands up. He is dressed in work clothes. He could easily be one of the men doing the road work on the local Interstate. The Voyeur stands and they move towards me. “Suck our dicks.” The Voyeur’s thin cock slaps my cheek. It leaves some precum in my beard. The Voyeur all but pulls me out of my seat and I go to my knees. The Voyeur begins to fuck my face. No warm up licking allowed. He is in need. He fucks, using only about two thirds of his length. Then he pushes all of himself down my throat. His last half inch makes me choke. The other guy pulls me off The Voyeur. And onto him. My face is shoved into his hairy balls, fragrant from a morning’s work. I lick them, thoroughly. He lets me work up the thick shaft of his above average cock. His head is drooling. I lick him clean and take him into my mouth. He groans. He doesn’t fuck my face. Yet. He just let’s me get to know his sweaty dick. The smell of him is making my own cock spew pre-cum. It’s fresh sweat and wonderful. Suddenly, I am pulled back onto The Voyeur. This time he let’s me suck him at my own speed and using all the tricks of my tongue. The road worker strokes his now wet cock, occasionally slapping my cheek with it. I suck the Voyeur until he pushes me back onto the other dick. This time the Road Worker fucks my face. I have to oval big, but he’s not going to make me gag with his length. My hand finds his wet balls. I caress them as he fucks into my face. “I’m going to shoot,” barks out The Voyeur. I make it back onto the erupting dick just in time. I get a mouthful of sperm and then he pushes deeper to let it drain straight down my throat. I can feel when he’s no longer shooting and work him out of my throat and back into my mouth. I get the last dribble on my tongue. But The Voyeur is too sensitive for a clean up. He pulls me off him and pushes me towards the other dick. I briefly wonder if a load in my mouth will turn the other guy off. It turns him on. He fucks my mouth again. When he pauses, I go for his balls. I can’t get enough of them. He jerks happily as I take each of the hairy orbs into my mouth. I bend down and pull his balls up. I lick the spot right behind them. He stops stroking himself as he moans out his pleasure. I go back to his dick. “I’m gonna give you such a big load…” he mumbles. “Give it to him,” says The Voyeur, who has been doing up his pants while watching us. I stop licking his balls and go back to sucking cock. And it’s working. The guy is close. I feel him tense up. “I’m gonna shoot.” I don’t go anywhere. I pick up the pace. “Oh, fuck….” And the guy is there. He is shooting a massive load into my mouth. The Voyeur always shoots big, but this guy has him beat. He fires volley after volley of cum into my mouth. It is thick, viscous and flavorful. I have to swallow fast not to choke. I feel The Voyeur pat my shoulder and I hear him leave as I get every last drop out of Road Worker. He lets me clean his cock with my tongue. He even lets me lick his balls, briefly, before I go back and get the last drop oozing out of his deflating cock. “I needed that,” he says gruffly and shoves his package back into his boxer briefs. He gives me a playful pat on the top of my head. “You have a great dick,” he says as an afterthought. “Hope you find some lucky guy.” And he leaves. I am still on my knees. My head is swimming with what just happened. The change of my plans was hot—and I had just swallowed two huge loads in my first eleven minutes. But it was not to continue. Almost no one else was around. No one sucked my cock. A hot, long-haired man stroked to me stroking—but all he wanted to do was to heft the size of my dick and call me a “lucky fucker.” As indeed I am… The original, and some good comments, are here: From My Side of the Sling: Tables Turned December 21, 2023

Near Home—December, 2023 It was the first Saturday afternoon of December. I was having a hard time scheduling the playroom, so I went to the bookstore closest to home. Last month, I had found a slightly different crowd on a Saturday afternoon, so I waited to go then… The parking lot is barely filled. I sigh, then tell myself that means the men may be more playful. I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre. The few men seem to be here. I sit against the side wall. Two men are also seated and watching the porn. Two others are standing against the back wall. I recognize by sight the seated men. They are regulars—both who rarely do anything but watch. One of them occasionally jerks his condomed cock, to make sure that his load is contained and does not stain his clothes. The men against the back wall are new to me. They are both in their late 60’s or early 70’s. One is chewing guy so loudly that it fills the small space. The other waits a moment as I unbutton my fly and my cock erects. Then, he makes a beeline to me. He asks politely if he can help. I nod and he pulls a chair next to mine and bends to suck. It’s an odd angle, but I can still tell he has good skills. The gum chewer comes closer to observe. He stands behind me. The pop and crack of his gum is deafening. It puts my cocksucker off his game. He throws a look at him and tries to continue. The guy doesn’t leave. My sucker finally continues, working hard, sure I’m going to shoot any second. Soon, it all becomes too much for him—the odd bend, the presence of the other guy and my not being a 30 second load. He gives up and heads back to the cocksucker’s seat. Gum chewer tries to move right in. I decline. He stomps to the back wall. The two confer. I am now almost sure they are partners. They talk in hushed tones and leave together. I watch the video. It is one of those that takes forever to get to the sex—as the two people try to act. I do myself up and go next door. There are two men here, both kneading plumped up crotches, covered by their pants. I nod to a regular (the guy who used to take me bare and now wants a condom) and another, hotter guy who seems to have come right from his construction job. He nods to me and unzips. He hauls out a bigger than average, hardening cock and a massive ball sack. We eye each other for another minute. I want to suck this guy. I am on my knees. He lets go of his cock and I take him in my mouth. He’s girthier than he looked from across the room. I mind my canines and go to work on him. He grunts his approval and closes his eyes, blocking out the skinny boys on the video screen. I am constantly swallowing his precum. He drips it continually. For variety, my left hand now strokes his cock as my mouth goes to that big bag of balls. He groans. His hand replaces mine on his cock. I lick and suck on his nuts. I work my tongue back up to the shaft of his cock. His hand goes to his spittle slicked balls. He twists and pulls them. Hard. And I remember him. I’ve done him before. My hand goes to the top of the ball sack. I encircle it and tighten. Then I pull them down. He pants, nodding at me. I do it again. Harder. He groans. I pull again, my mouth still on his cock. This time my left hand closes tightly on the nuts themselves, squeezing them. “Yesss….” he pants. He likes my mouth on his dick, but he likes to jerk to my ball abuse even more. I let him masturbate as I alternate squeezing first one and then the other of his bull balls. My tongue keeps licking up his dripping precum. This eventually makes him stop stroking and allows me to suck him again, now with both hands of mine alternating a squeeze on his testicles. I get him closer and closer to unloading. “Oh, fuck!” His hand touches my head—he wants to jerk. I let him. I keep squeezing. He grabs his cock and in moments he is shooting buckets. The first shot hits my beard. The rest stays on his cock head and fist. When he slows down, I lean in to lick him clean. He loves this—he is not super sensitive at all. I clean his cock head, the shaft and even his fingers. He pulls out a fast-food napkin, but realizes there is really no need for it. He stuffs it back in his pocket. I roll back on my heels. He stands up and zips up. The mound of cock and balls makes a hot looking bulge in the front of his work pants. “Thanks,” he grins. “And it’s back to work.” * I did stay a little longer. The Latino, who is now cross dressing. arrived. He wanted to be fucked, but neither of us had a condom. Eventually, he stripped off his male attire, down to his feminine undergear jerked to the video. He came over and fed me his cum…but it was nothing like the main event… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Twisting the Balls That Feed Me December 17, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more. We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore. It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon. I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time. Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates… We find each other in the straight theatre. I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat. I’ve just gotten out my cock and am stroking. There is one other man here, much more interested in the video than me. Braydon comes in. He stands next to me. We chat. He tells me he’s been here for an hour and it’s slow. He goes to his knees and pushes mine wider apart. I sit with my legs spread wide and sprawled. He inhales deeply, his mouth hovering over my balls. He moans very softly and surprises me by licking the hairy sack. He goes deeper, under them, pulling them up by pulling my cock towards my chest. He licks them until the hair on the wrinkly skin is dripping wet. Only then does he work his tongue up the shaft of my cock. He groans again as he licks up the drop of pre-cum off my cockhead. He swallows me down—and then begins actually sucking my dick. We have a voyeur. The man who was watching the movie has moved back to watch. He is white, a little older than me, but just about as tall and thin. His dick is now out and he is stroking as he watches Braydon service my cock and then another round on my wet balls. Braydon stops and looks up for me. “I’m going next door and undress. Come fuck me over there.” I nod and he takes off. The moment the door slams, the older man offers me his cock. I nod and take him into my mouth. He’s been stroking a lot, to the video and to us. I get a mouthful of cum very fast. I don’t swallow. He zips up and I stand, covering my raging dick by holding my old winter coat in front of it. I go into the gay theatre. Braydon is naked but for socks. He kneels on a chair, the moment he sees that it’s me. I move behind him, tossing my coat in another chair. My cock flops down, grazing his ass crack. Now I kneel, pull his ample butt cheeks apart and begin to smear the semen in my mouth all over his hole. “Fuck…he groans. “You’re doing it again. Who’s cum is it? That old guy’s?” I make an affirmative grunt, prodding the creamy mess into Braydon’s pucker. “Fill me. Fuck me with that cum…” I stand up and push my dick into his well-lubed ass. I fuck him hard. Deep, long strokes. I hear the poppers open and he moans as they hit. I slow down my drilling, making the strokes slow and deliberate. I really want someone to walk in and give him a cock to suck, but it’s not to be. Braydon finally asks for a break. He gets dressed and goes hunting in the arcade. I prefer the nastier porn in the straight theatre so I go back to the back row. Eventually he finds me there. “This place is dead,” he groans as he sinks between my spread legs once more. He swallows me down and gives me more head. Once again when he’s had enough, he tells me to meet him next door. I give him a few minutes before I head over. There are two men here watching him shed his clothes. The Black Voyeur with the long, thin cock strokes to the strip. A middle-aged white man kneads his crotch as he sees Braydon toss his clothes on the chair. Once Braydon is truly naked, I move behind him and bend him over. He grabs the back of the chair. The moment I start rimming Braydon, the other guy unzips and is stroking his cock, too. I stand up. My cock finds his still cummy hole. I push in. The guys stroke as I fuck. “His mouth is available if you don’t want his ass,” I tell them. Neither move. I fuck harder. Showing off the length of my dick with each stroke. “Come closer,” I urge. “Watch him take it.” The Black Voyeur, who I know so well, stands up and moves around to Braydon’s head. He doesn’t give him his cock, but he is stroking so close, Braydon must be able to smell his sweaty crotch. The other man now moves over to Braydon’s side. “If you don’t want to fuck him,” I whisper to the guy at his side, “cum on him. Cover him with your load.” The words work. The guy, in just a few more strokes, splatters Braydon’s back and hip. He watches as I mop it up with my hand, pull out and coat my cock with it. I fuck it into Braydon. “You are a hot pig,” the Black Voyeur says as he strokes harder. The other guy puts his cock away and watches for a long moment before taking off. In a few more strokes, the Black Voyeur put his cock away, too, and goes next door. I churn the loads for another moment—and then make Braydon clean my cock. He does so, savoring the new load covering it. Once again, we separate. I stay in the gay theatre as the porn has improved. Braydon roams the rest of the building. He is soon back. “Nobody else is here—at least that wants to play.” He gets naked again. He moves a chair in front of me and kneels on it. “Eat my ass,” he pleads. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rim and even felch a little of the two loads I have shove up him. My cock drools. I don’t waste it, I stand up and smear it on his ass lips, telling him just what I’m doing. Braydon groans. “Stick it in me.” I do. And suddenly I’m fucking him again. Hard. With a purpose. My balls are telling me to breed. But each time I feel I’m close, the feeling recedes. I pause. I go to the floor and eat the churned cum that is seeping out of his ass. He moans and tells me he wants my load. I stand up and fuck him again. And I know I’m there. My hips have a mind of their own. I just keep pumping into him. “Fuuuck!” I begin to unload. I hold still and just let my balls empty. “Every drop, Daddy.” He squeezes down on me, milking my dick for all it’s worth. I stay in him a long time. I don’t trust myself to move. Finally, I do. He demands my cock to clean—and I try, but it’s just too sensitive… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Three Fucks of Braydon December 13, 2023

Near Home—November, 2023 I think you know that I have had incredible luck at the bookstore on Black Friday, the shopping day after our American Thanksgiving. There were always lots of new men killing time while their wives shopped and many were looking to get off. This year Black Friday was the day GaryM came to play—so I still had great sex, just of a very different type. As Saturday dawned, I lay in bed wondering if it would be the same busy bookstore a day later. Should I go? I got there right after lunch. The parking lot was quite full… There are men everywhere. But it is not the curious men of Black Friday. It seems to be a ton of gay men looking for release after being with family. The moment I sit down in the gay theatre and haul out my hardening cock, a young man is on his knees sucking me. I finally place him as the cute white guy who was part of the bi-sexual scene earlier this year. He sucks me enthusiastically as he beats his meat. The Black man, who’s load I reverse felched into Braydon, is here. He appears out of the shadows, smiles at me and unzips. He pushes into the space next to my chair, offering his hard, drooling dick. The young man goes back and forth on us without a moment of hesitation. He keeps it up until he shoots a load between my boots. I get the Black top’s wet cock slapped against cheek. I suck him. He only pulls out long enough to sit down on a vacant chair near me. I go to my knees and suck him some more—and am rewarded with a big load down my throat. Once again, he stays hard and stroking after he shoots. I sit down again, just as the door opens. It is a tall white man entering. He is likely 30 to 35. He’s been to the gym, as his chest and biceps are suggesting his white tee shirt is way too small. Gym shorts cover his bubble butt. He wastes no time in going to his knees and sucking me. He extends a willing hand to jerk the Black Top. I encourage him, with my hand on the back of his head, to service us both with his mouth. He does. Willingly—and making incredibly sexy moans as he does it. When he’s back on my dick, the other top stands up and pulls the gym shorts down, revealing a smooth jock strapped bubble butt. The young man makes no protest. The other top stands next to me again. When the young man starts sucking him, I ease to the floor and, with my chest on his back, begin licking his glorious ass. The young man moans around the cock in his mouth. “Fuck him.” I keep eating a little longer. I finally come up, panting myself. “You want to get fucked?” No answer, he just keeps sucking. “You want my raw dick in your ass?” This time he nods, his head never leaving the black cock in his mouth. I lube up and slide in. Glide is a better word. I bottom out in one smooth stroke. Obviously, this ass gets used, one way or another, a lot. I fuck. I make eye contact with the other top. I can see that he is thinking of taking his turn soon. I fuck. My hand instinctively gives the generous mound of ass a slap. The sound reverberates around the tiny room and the young man works harder, making his ass clamp down on my cock. The door opens. The larger Black man who has organized group fucking for us in the past, comes in. He is not pleased I am in this young man. He leans down and whispers in the guy’s ear. He obediently pulls his butt off me. The Organizer sits in my chair and takes out his cock and moves the guy’s head to his own dick. I sit in another chair and watch. The young man is still pushed back and forth between the two Black men, but the guy who’s load I took, is now wilting. He is not happy with the turn of events—nor am I, but I don’t show it. The organizer leans down and whispers once more in the bottom’s ear. They dress and leave the room. “What the fuck??” I shrug. “Maybe they had a pre-arranged meeting…” I do myself up and go to the straight theatre. The two of them aren’t there—so they must be fucking in the arcade. I watch the porn. A ginger bear-ish man comes and sits beside me. I stroke, he kneads his crotch. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I confess I don’t. “You fucked me here—and it was great.” He gets on his knees and begins sucking my dick in front of the three other men in the room. He’s good. I rub my hand over his head. He comes up for air. “Will you again?” I nod and he suggests going into the gay theatre. We do. There are two men stroking here. He strips out of his jeans and kneels on a chair down front. I eat his hairy ass—a wonderful contrast to the smooth one before. “Remember the condom,” he grunts out. I happen to have a Magnum in my shirt pocket. I roll it on and fuck. His ass was so juicy on my tongue and now I can only feel the heat not the wetness. I fuck him harder than I might normally, trying to get more feeling into my dick. The other men in the room now watch us, but no one makes a move to join. I finally pull out. The bear stands, gives me a hug and whispers “Now you are the two best fucks of my life.” Suddenly, I’m glad I did it—even with the diminished feeling… * I go back to the straight side. I get sucked. I suck some cock myself and even get a load once I squirm a finger up his ass. I go back to the gay side. It is suddenly alive with sexual heat. The Organizer is doing up his pants. He has obviously just finished breeding the hot young white guy I’d started to fuck. I hope I might be next up his dripping ass—but they both get dressed and leave the store. I watch a young Black man, who’s sucked me before, suck another Black guy, with a sizable cock. The recipient is new to me. He keeps glancing my way. I can’t tell from his look if he’s interested or wants me to leave them alone. I just stroke. The young guy gets up, his knees tired. He sits for a bit with the guy he just had in his mouth. He sees me, nods and comes over. He begins sucking me. I have been here now for quite some time—and he is giving me the best head of the day. I had forgotten how good he is. The other man, who he’d been sucking, comes over to watch us. I motion him toward me and take his long, thin cock into my mouth. He grunts. And I explode. No warning. I just shoot out rivers of cum. I groan. The guy in my mouth pulls out and slaps my cheek with his wet cock. The guy on the floor just keeps swallowing and swallowing. He licks me clean and knee walks over to the other hard cock and swallows it down as I sit still and try to catch my breath… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Working Off Holiday Stress at the Bookstore December 11, 2023