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Chapter 1 The silence in Jordan’s bedroom was a heavy, humid thing, thick with the ghost of spilled beer and the bitter taste of a prom night that had spectacularly flopped. Two tuxedo jackets were discarded on the floor like fallen dreams. “I just don’t get it,” Jared mumbled from his spot on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. “We were supposed to be getting laid right now.” Jordan let out a sharp, humorless laugh from the desk chair. “Tell me about it. All that buildup. All that… anticipation.” He shifted, the rough denim of his jeans feeling suddenly constricting. The memory of his now-ex-girlfriend’s furious face as she dumped him for choosing to console Jared over dancing with her was a cold splash of reality. But Jared had gotten the same speech from his own girlfriend. They were in this miserable, virginity-intact boat together, like always. “We were so damn excited,” Jared said, his voice lower, almost a whisper. “I was gonna… you know. Finally feel what it’s like.” “Yeah,” Jordan breathed out, the word sounding more like a moan than he intended. His mind, against his will, conjured the fantasy he’d been nursing for weeks. Soft skin, quiet sighs, the wet heat of a— His eyes drifted to Jared, who was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. And then he saw it. The strained fabric of his best friend’s thin grey shorts. A distinct, undeniable tent. And at its tip, a dark, wet patch was blooming, seeping through the cotton. Jordan’s breath hitched. His own cock, which had been half-hard with frustrated longing, jolted to full, aching attention. The sudden, intense throb was so violent it was almost painful. What the hell? Why does seeing that… do this to me? Jared must have felt the weight of his stare. He glanced up, his eyes slightly glazed from the cheap whisky they’d been drinking. His gaze didn’t go to Jordan’s face. It dropped immediately to his lap, to the identical, obvious bulge tenting Jordan’s own shorts. Jared’s lips parted slightly. He didn’t look away. He just… stared. And Jordan watched, mesmerized, as the wet spot on Jared’s shorts grew just a little darker. “Damn, man,” Jared finally said, his voice rough. “I wish we were getting laid tonight.” “Tell me about it,” Jordan choked out. “I mean, look. I’m hard just thinking about it.” “Me too,” Jared admitted, his voice a low thrum that vibrated right through Jordan. The admission hung between them, charged and dangerous. Jared’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s crotch. “Damn, dude. How big is that thing? It looks huge from over here.” A flush crept up Jordan’s neck. He was modest, always had been, despite knowing he was generously equipped. “Oh, not that big.” “Looks really big. Bigger than mine,” Jared pressed, a curious, hungry glint in his eye. “How big are you?” Jordan asked, the question leaving his lips before his brain could censor it. “Eight inches.” Jordan scoffed, a nervous reflex. “Yeah, right.” “I swear to god,” Jared said, and there was no joke in his tone. It was pure, deadly serious heat. “Prove it.” The challenge hung in the air. Jared, already riding a wave of booze and a bizarre, thrilling new kind of arousal, didn’t hesitate. He stood up, his movements slow, deliberate. His eyes never left Jordan’s as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and underwear. In one fluid motion, he pushed them down his hips. His thick, cut cock sprang free, fully erect and impressively long. It was a beautiful, pale column of flesh, and the movement sent a visible jolt through it. A large, glistening drop of precum welled from the slit and oozed down the side. Jordan’s mouth went completely dry. He was so transfixed, so utterly turned on by the sight of his best friend standing there, proudly displaying himself, that he could only stare, his own cock throbbing in a frantic, demanding rhythm. “Your turn,” Jared breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Show me.” There was no hesitation now. Jordan stood, his fingers fumbling with his own button and zipper. He shoved his clothes down, letting his own hard, six-inch erection bob into view. The cool air was a shock against his feverish skin. They stood there, just a few feet apart, completely exposed. No words were needed. It was all understood in the heaving of their chests and the silent, hungry looks they gave each other’s bodies. Almost in unison, their hands went to their own cocks, beginning to stroke. It was a show. A performance for an audience of one. Their shirts came off, tossed aside. They kicked free of their shorts and underwear, leaving them standing naked, closer now. The space between them crackled with unsaid want. Jordan’s eyes were fixed on Jared’s hand, on the way his foreskin glided smoothly, slicked by his own abundant precum. “Man, I wish I had lube too,” Jordan muttered, his own dry strokes starting to chafe. “I can help you,” Jared said, his voice husky. He stepped forward, so close now Jordan could feel the heat radiating from his body. Jared wrapped his hand around his own cock and gave it two firm, slow pulls, collecting the clear fluid beading at his tip. Then he reached out, his movements hesitant for only a second, before he smeared his warm, slick precum directly onto Jordan’s shaft. The sensation was electric. So warm. So wet. A low groan was torn from Jordan’s throat. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “You like that?” Jared asked, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fierce excitement. “Yeah.” They stepped even closer, until their bodies were almost touching. Jared reached down, his slick hand wrapping around both of their cocks. He gave an experimental stroke, and the feeling was utterly mind-blowing. Their shafts slid together, glistening, Jared’s precum making the friction deliciously smooth and wet. “Feels so good on my dick, bro,” Jordan gasped, his hips beginning to move on their own. “Yeah, same here,” Jared moaned, his grip tightening. Their free hands began to explore, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Jared’s fingers wrapped around Jordan’s length, stroking him in time with his own thrusts into their shared grip. Jordan did the same, his hand closing around Jared’s hot, velvety skin. It was thicker than he’d imagined, a solid, pulsing weight in his hand. They looked up from the erotic sight of their intertwined hands and their cocks sliding together. Their eyes met. The confusion was gone, burned away by a pure, unadulterated need. Without a word, they leaned in, and their mouths met in a clumsy, desperate kiss. It was all heat and wetness and the faint taste of whisky. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring as their hands worked each other’s cocks, their rhythms faltering, becoming frantic. “I wanna taste you,” Jordan panted against Jared’s lips, the desire overwhelming him. He sank to his knees, his world narrowing to the beautiful cock in front of him. He took the head into his mouth, lapping at the precum there, savoring the musky, salty taste. He swirled his tongue, sucking gently, and Jared’s strangled cry of “Oh, fuck…” was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He didn’t last long, the novelty and intensity too much, before he rose, his own need paramount. Jared understood instantly. He dropped to his own knees, taking Jordan’s slick length into his mouth with an eager hunger, mimicking what Jordan had done. The hot, wet suction made Jordan’s knees buckle. He buried his hands in Jared’s hair, his head falling back. Soon, they were side-by-side on the edge of the bed, kissing again, their hands roaming over each other’s chests and stomachs, before returning to stroke their own cocks, the visual of the other fueling the fire. “I’m getting close, man,” Jared warned, his voice tight and strained. “So close.” The words were a trigger. “Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Jordan gasped, his orgasm rushing up on him like a freight train. “Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pulling him in. “Kiss me while we cum.” Their mouths crashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss as their hands flew over their cocks. The world dissolved into pure sensation. A second later, Jordan’s whole body seized, a muffled, guttural moan swallowed by Jared’s mouth as his cock jerked violently, sending thick ropes of cum shooting up onto his stomach and chest. Jared’s own muffled cry followed instantly, his hot release joining Jordan’s, his body shuddering against him. They kept kissing through the aftershocks, their hands slowly, tenderly, stroking their own spent, slick cocks, mingling their releases.

Indianapolis—November, 2021 I went from staying the night with Keshawn, after the basement sex party, right to a short work gig in western Indiana. I had one day off in my time there. I spent it coming back to Indy and going to the bathhouse. The naked man emerges from the swirl of steam. He sits next to me—a hot, hairy daddy dripping from the heat. My cock erects the rest of the way. He looks down at it and his muscular arm and massive hand takes hold of it. He jerks me three times, stands up and simpers, “Nice dick” as he leaves. I wait. Another cycle of steam. The scene is repeated—this time with a man with a regular dad bod. He sits. His hand circles my dick and jerks it half a dozen times. I reach for his, but he blocks me, stands up and says “Hot.” And disappears. I hear the door swoosh shut. I wait. I’m not sure I can take a third steam cycle. I hear the door. A short older man, clutching his towel around him, sits across from me. The steam starts and we can no longer see each other. “That looks like a very nice dick. May I suck it?” I grunt affirmatively, stopping myself from saying ‘Finally.’ He emerges from the mist in front of me. His hand finds the slippery wall to help him get to his knees. He is slightly out of breath from the effort. He takes me in his mouth. I sigh. He’s good. No, his tongue is so busy my mental grading of him goes up a few points. But he stops, thanking me profusely. I need to help him to his feet and he totters off. I go dry off in the sauna. A different hairy daddy type is here. I sit near him, but not next to him. He waits for me to get settled and then slides over. His hand grips my growing dick. He jerks me. Hard and tight. Painfully. I ask him to ease up the grip. He leaves instead. I towel down and go exploring all three floors. It is just after lunch. But there is no lunch crowd on this day. In the TV room the older man finds me again. He sweetly asks if he could have some more of my dick. “Sure.” I give him a steadying hand down. The floor here is padded, good for our older knees. He sucks me with vigor. And with all his years of experience. I tell him he is making me feel good. For some reason this makes him stop. He thanks me again and totters off. The movie is decent. I lube up and jerk. No one comes in. Occasionally I hear the door to the stairway open and close. Where are those men? I decide on a tour, tossing my towel on my shoulder and letting my cock swing free. The sling room is empty. As is the room with the fuck bench. In the smaller TV room is the older man sucking the hottest man I’ve seen today. He is perhaps 30, originally from somewhere in the Middle East. His chest, arms and legs are covered in shiny black hair. His cheeks have a five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon. The hair on his head is cropped close. His features are chiseled and sharp. I stop dead—not wanting to intrude. The old man turns and waves me in. “He likes guys to watch him get sucked.” I toss my towel on the couch and sit next to the stud. His eyes have been closed, enjoying the man’s mouth. As I sit, he turns to look at me. He nods curtly and lets his head loll back on the couch. I stroke. The old man finds my toes and gives them a pat with his super soft hands. I watch him work on the stud’s cock—though I can get no suggestion of its size. I stroke idly. The Stud is just that…and fucking hot. When I next glance at the guy’s face I find him looking at me. The Old Man notices too. He stops sucking and asks “Don’t you like to suck dick, too? Do you want his?” I am about to say something about not wanting to intrude—I don’t want the Stud to leave. But the Stud nods to the Old Man. And looks questioningly at me. I shut up and turn my body slightly so he can just bend for it on the couch—while still getting head at the same time. It’s not a great angle—and he’s not a great sucker. But he is enthusiastic. I don’t really mind the occasional teeth scrape. It’s so hot getting blown by the last man I thought would do it. The Old Man occasionally stops to vocally encourage him. I finally see the Stud’s dick. He’s average at best—emerging from a forest of pubic hair. The Stud goes down in a deep throat move. He takes about three quarters of me. His head pops off me—and he explodes in the Old Man’s mouth. I reach out and try to find a nipple to twist in all that chest hair. The Stud just grabs my hand and hangs on as his body contorts with ecstasy. He moans as the Old Man takes it all. When he finally lets the cock drop from his mouth, I see one last pearl forming in the piss slit. My finger wipes it off and brings it up to my mouth—making sure the Stud sees me lick it clean. He’s now all business. The towel wraps around his trim waist. He nod to me and then to the Old Man and heads down the stairs to the showers. The Old Man uses the couch to stand up. “Well that was fun. I hope you didn’t mind me volunteering your cock for him.” I assure him I didn’t mind at all as he goes off to the showers himself. * There is a slight second wave right around 3pm. I am in the small porn area. I see a hot daddy with a younger man in tow. “Where do you want it,” he asks the kid. “The sling.” My ears perk up. I wait a bit. I want them to get started before I happen to walk by. I hear the weight of a body get in the sling, the chains rattling. I hear a hand smack an ass. I wait. I finally get up and walk by. The older guy is in the sling. The young man is bent over, trying to suck his cock—with a condom on it. It is not even close to hard. I walk around the whole floor. When I get back to the sling room, they have switched places. The kid is rock hard lying in the sling. The Daddy rolls a condom on the kid and begins to suck him. The cock goes down…but the Daddy is determined mouthing the bagged dick. “That is so hot!” says a strapping Black daddy behind me. He is taller than me. His once gym built body is just slightly soft. I grunt noncommittally. His hand finds my cock and jerks it. I go to my knees. “Not in your mouth,” he whispers. He strokes, watching the lame blow job in the sling. But it works for him. He fires a load all over my face and beard. The original of this rather disappointing trip is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 23, 2022

I wonder if some of you guys feel the same. I love to be fucked and I love to cum. No better wat to cum than cumming from being fucked. Great orgasms when one of my fuckbuddies plows my hole. But...you can't always get cock when you need it. or, in case you are a top find ass when you need it. You're horny and jerk off. What I find is that when I jerk off I cum but there is no real satisfaction. I don't feel an orgasm. My dick shoots a load but there is no real orgasm and leaves me disappointed. Lost the load and the urge to have sex but no satisfaction at all. Anyone else have that?

As a nurse recovering patients after surgery I have seen many things. As the only guy in the department I usually end up with the majority of the male patients. The anesthesia and pain medication can relax people to allow them to do things they would not normally do—they can always blame the meds if they even remember it at all. They come to me wearing just a hospital gown and I have to assess them. I pull the curtain around us and uncover them and pull the gown out of the way to assess any dressings. I feel around the abdomen and let my hands drift lower to brush their cocks. Recently cared for a guy in his late 80s after surgery and when I was looking him over his cock looked a bit off. Come to find out he had a penile implant placed several years earlier. He can pump it up with a hidden button and it fills his cock with saline. I asked how it worked and what it felt like. He was very willing to tell me all about it. While he was talking he said feel it so I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. When it was time to discharge him home I helped him to the bathroom and he removed the gown and his dressing came loose. As he stood there I got down on my knees in front of him and fixed the dressing and he said let me show you how hard I can get. He inflated the device and his cock went from nice to rock hard. He encouraged me to feel how hard it got. I ran my hands over that big, hard, 80+ year old cock then leaned in a give it a lick. He moaned softly so I slid more of it in my mouth. I sucked his cock for several minutes and he said he didn’t cum anymore but he loved feeling my mouth on his cock. Most patients feel they have to pee after surgery and I will get a urinal for them which most find difficult to use. If I can I will help them stand at the bedside and help support them so they don’t fall. I tell them to hold on to me and I take their cock and place it in the urinal. Most feel like they need to pee but do not have to but want to try for several minutes. I will tell them to massage the area over their bladder and show them how by placing my hand above their cock and slowly rubbing and letting my fingers dip down to around the base of their cock. They may not end up peeing but the majority of them end up with a hard on. Most of them encourage me to continue rubbing them saying it feels good and they think it is helping. They get harder and I remove the urinal and slowly let my hand brush more of their cock. Jerking them slowly and hearing them moan. Had a guy who broke both arms and was back for multiple surgeries. When I was assessing him and looking at his various dressing I brushed his cock and it got hard right away. He told me he couldn’t jack off and was backed up. He would ask me to scratch his stomach or leg and I would pull back his gown and scratch where he wanted and his cock just stayed so hard. I kept brushing it and finally grasped it and gave it a stroke and he just sighed and said yes in one long breath. I continued stroking him and asked if this was what he really needed. He said just please don’t stop. I slow stroked him for several minutes. Eventually he told me he was going to shoot I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and he shot days worth of backed up cum down my throat. He would request me to recover him after each of his many surgeries and I always helped him out. I have cared for my friends, family member, neighbors, their family members, city officials, doctors, coworkers, and strangers of all ages. Usually it is just work but sometimes it turns into more. Each day is a new adventure.

i was horny after a long day work, needed to suck a nice cock when i got home. So, quickest way to hook up is CL. Posted and ad and one of the responses was from a visitor staying at Westin hotel. I always like to meet visitor in a dark hotel room. I arrived, he's totally my type of guy, masculine, very hairy chest. Without wasting time, I started sucking his soft cock until it's fully erected. Few times, he asked me to stop as he's not ready to cum. Then he asked permission to lube my ass, he wanted to rub his cock between my cheeks, which is fine with me (I wish he will suggest fucking me instead). He rubbed his cock, kissed my neck, slapped his cock on my ass then i felt him poking my hole with his head. im a sucker to be teased like that, he said not to worry, he was just playing and might enter his head only if it is ok. I pretended to throw a rejection. He said it will be quick as he's very close to cum so i agreed. He entered very slowly, stayed, reaching to get poppers. After he took a hit, i took some too. He lowered his body, hand sweeping the bed looking for the cap, i was holding it in my hand so i just wanted to hand it to me, but that moment poppers has kicked in, i might have adjusted and push myself towards him, he slided in and we both moaned, immediately he dropped the poppers, collapsed his body on me and went all the way in. I have to admit, the first half was in heaven, but second half when he slided in, it was quite painful but the pain went away fairly quick when he started thrusting and next thing i know, he hold me tight, stopped moving, i can feel the pulse of his cock, pumping in my ass. I was a bit worried but it was too late.... Any visitors in town, look me up.