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Near Home—August, 2024 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him. I spit on his hole. Jamal spins around. His big cock is about to explode. He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out. My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt. He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening. I sit back on my haunches. I can’t make a move to get up. Jamal is panting. The big bear he is sitting next, who has been stroking to our session, reaches over to touch Jamal’s dick. It is still hard. Jamal lets him stroke it lightly. In moments, the man leans over and sucks it. Jamal seems to be ready to go again. (Oh, to be young and ever hard…) I finally manage to get up and sit in my seat, watching the Bear work on Jamal. The Talker, a white guy around my age who always wears a ballcap to hide his thinning hair, comes over. “Are you angry with me?” he whispers. “Why should I be?” “I’m the one who sucked your cock while he sat on your face.” “Angry? It was hot as fuck.” I move to my knees to thank him properly, taking his thick dick into my mouth. He sighs and lets me suck him. But I know he’ll never cum. As I suck, I keep tabs on Jamal. He has moved to sucking the Bear. Another pair of men who stroked to our rimming session are paired off and giving each other head. Two others are stroking to all the oral sex happening around them. The Talker thanks me, puts his cock away and goes out into the lobby to, well, talk to the cashier. I watch Jamal suck the Bear’s dick. Suddenly, he just gets up. He looks at none of us, grabs his shorts and just takes off to the bathroom—and out the door. I go over to the Bear. I have fucked him before. He leans forward and he sucks my cock. I play with his exposed hairy chest. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I didn’t prep for that—I had no idea two huge dicks would be here today.” I let him suck and jerk himself. Suddenly, he shoots all over his thick, hairy stomach. I bend over and lick up the last drop of cum oozing from his dick. He cleans up and leaves. I sit. I watch the two men who are exchanging blow jobs. In moments, the currently seated guy groans out his orgasm. The guy sucking takes it all in his mouth. I see him swallow. The act of swallowing jizz sets off his own orgasm. He shoots between the sandals of the guy who gave him his load. They leave together, after a joint stop in the restroom. I eye the two men still stroking. One I know from here. He used to love to stand in the corner behind the door of the gay cinema and give me his load after he had jerked for hours. I nod to him. In answer, he spreads his legs invitingly. I go over. He is white, likely pushing 50 and dressed like he is on a long lunch from his office. I kneel and suck his thick dick into my mouth. This seems to be the day for thicker cocks. I work carefully on him to make sure I don’t scrape him with my teeth. He moans and rubs my head. “It’s been forever since you did me…” he mumbles. He opens his poppers. I know this is his cue to get off. He inhales. Almost instantly, his cock head swells. Cum begins pouring out of his cock. It doesn’t shoot, but doesn’t dribble, either. It pours onto my tongue and down my throat. It is hot enough, this massive load filling my mouth, I stop touching my own dick. I lick every drop off his cock before I let him stand up. The other stroker, a bald white man over 60, has been watching it all. He has, what else, but a longer, thick cock. I am still on my knees, catching my breath. He walks over, this hardon swinging. “Suck me.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. And I am on such a cum/endorphine high, I would be sucking anyone who wanted it. He pushes into my mouth. He is in charge. I just provide the receptacle. He fucks into me, holding me by the ears. Normally, I worm away from this kind of face fuck, but not today. It’s hot. I only worry it will take me over the edge before he shoots. Suddenly he stops pumping into my face. I begin working with my tongue. It’s everywhere. On his shaft. All over his cock head. Burrowing into his juicy piss slit. “You fucker, you’re gonna make me shoot good.” He grabs the sides of my head again and pumps into me a couple of strokes. Instantly, his cock begins firing off a load. I swallow rapidly to keep up. And my own cock gives it up. All over the floor. I’ve had so much hot stimulation today. I grunt and shoot and swallow all at the same time. He lets me clean him up, before he’s out the door, letting it bang shut. I am alone. Every man, but the Talker, of this bigger afternoon crowd, has gotten off today. I look down. The pool of my semen on the floor is quite large. I watch the last drop ooze out of my dick and land in the middle of it… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: The Jerking Crowd Shows Its Appreciation...(Part Two) August 24, 2024

Near Home—August, 2024 I saw Keith on a Monday. He left me in a very happy, satiated state of mind. But, of course, that changed by Thursday. I needed to be on the prowl again. I went to the remodeled, all-in-one-room theatre at my local bookstore… I go through the door, closing it firmly behind me. There are men sprinkled around the room. Maybe eight. I don’t bother to count until I sit. I find there is a man in the shadowy corner, too, so I am the tenth man here this afternoon. One man is openly stroking to the straight porn. Others are either kneading their crotches or adjust themselves occasionally. I unzip. My cock stands up at the mere thought of some play. I stroke. Mostly to the straight porn, but I keep turning and checking the gay video as well. It keeps my attention until condoms magically appear as they begin to fuck. As I turn back, an older man (white, over 65 and rather paunchy) has moved next to my chair. I nod to him. He nods back, with his eyes focused on my cock. His fat fingers squeeze his own bulge, before reaching for mine. His fingers encircle me and he begins to jerk. He is not squeezing too tightly. It’s actually rather pleasant. It feels even better when he spits into his hand. It now glides over my cock. “You like that?” he whispers. “Sure.” He continues. He never changes speed or the motion. It becomes a little boring as he works it…and works it…and… The door opens. Jamal, the hot young man who’d fucked Braydon and had sat on my face in this very room, walks in. He smiles as he sees me. He comes over and sits on my other side. The old man lets go. He wanders off to the restroom to wash my precum off his hand. Jamal gets up and pulls me up. He playfully drags me to the more secluded corner by the gay screen. “I want you to rim me again.” I smile. I can’t believe my good fortune. And I love that he brought it up. He stands and slips off his shorts and his boxer briefs. His thick, black snake of a cock is beginning to swell with blood, just from being exposed to the air—and everyone’s eyes. He sits. I go to the floor. I begin by licking his big balls as he jerks himself to full hardness. I love the kinky hair covering them that holds every drop of my saliva—so I have to go back and lick it up again. I lift them and my tongue finds the top of his perineum. He scootches forward slightly on the seat. I lick up and down it, deliberately not touching his tight pucker. My tongue traces up from his crack to over his balls. He lets go of his thick cock and lets me lick the underside. I reposition, raising myself a little, so I can suck him. I oval my mouth and take the first half of his cock deep into my throat. He groans. I hear men open their flies and begin to jerk. I can fit almost all his cock in my mouth and throat. The last inch remains untouched. But sucking his cock is not what he asked me to do. I move, getting off my knees and sit on my ass. I slide my long legs under the chair. Jamal rolls back in the seat, exposing more of his full ass cheeks. He pulls them apart—giving me easy access to his hole. My tongue connects with the target. He groans. He lets go of one side of his ass so he can stroke his cock. I burrow in, relishing the tight curls of hair that ring his hole. I keep prodding his pucker. And it’s opening, slightly, with each thrust. Jamal is whimpering. He’s lost in sensation. I push once more, my tongue hard and pointed, and I go into him. He groans and his stroking gets faster. I spit and keep prodding him. But it’s still an awkward position. The chair is low enough that I have to be quite hunched over. I can’t sustain it for as long as I want to. I stand up. The look on his face is priceless. He thinks I’m stopping. I sit in the chair next to him. “Sit on my face like you did before.” He is up, straddling me, facing out. His feet step up onto the arms of the chair. I tilt my head back so it rests on the back of the chair. He lowers his full ass onto my upturned face. It’s perfect. My tongue finds its way into his now slightly open hole. He groans. And begins jerking in earnest. He can cover me with his jizz if he wants to—I am in clothes I don’t care about at all. My tongue goes from his hole to up and down his hairy crack and back into his hole. His ass lips are becoming slightly puffy—just as if I were fucking him with my dick. I suck first one and then the other into my mouth. Massaging them with my tongue. Over and over and he moans and jerks. I feel a hand replace my hand on my dick. It’s not the guy from before. I have no idea who it might be. He strokes me for a bit. Now his mouth replaces his hand. I groan into the butt I’m eating. This is fucking perfect—getting really good head as I am eating this glorious wet ass. Jamal squirms on my face. He is actually moving so that my tongue can work deeper into him. But it can’t last. His legs tire. Jamal stands on the arm rests and then onto the seat of the empty chair next to us. The guy blowing me is back in his own chair before I can see which man it was. Both of us are breathing hard. But I want more. I pull the chair our of the corner. “Stand against the wall,” I tell Jamal in a hushed voice. He does. “And bend.” He seems confused. I pull his ass towards me, making him arch his back as supports himself against the cinder block. “Arch that back like you make your bottoms do before you fuck them,” I whisper in his ear. He whimpers. But he likes to please Daddy. He stands, his ass jutting out. Breathless. And vulnerable. I slap my cock on his upturned butt. He gasps. I go quickly to my knees and bury my face in his wet ass crack. His hole is gaping. Not a lot, but enough for me to tongue fuck it with ease. Jamal groans again and starts to madly stroke his dick. I have so much more control like this. It is the perfect position for me to really tongue-ravage his hole. I force myself to stop stroking myself and hold his cheeks apart with both hands. I go deeper yet. He squirms and moans. My repeated tongue assault is making him whimper again. “Tongue fuck me, Daddy…” he whispers so low that only I can hear him. I spit on his hole. Jamal spins around. His big cock is about to explode. He gets the head into my mouth just in time for the first blast. He pushes deeper into my throat. He is deep enough I can’t taste any more of the jizz shooting out. My mouth is stretched by his thickness—and it feels him pulse with each spurt. He holds onto my shoulders. He pulls back slightly. He lets me tongue up the last drip coming out of his dick, before he pulls away altogether and sits across from where we were sitting, still half naked, his cock wet and glistening… The onlookers in the room are galvanized into action...but that’s part II… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jamal Craves my Tongue Once More (Part One) August 22, 2024

My Playroom—August, 2024 Keith couldn’t stop thinking about the play party he hosted at his house in July. (It was so much fun, I wrote it up in two parts,.) He wanted to come back to the playroom. I cleared a spot for him on my calendar. He arrived, right on time. I was already naked but for jock and boots, with my robe thrown over it all. He stripped down in the playroom, folding his clothes neatly until he was naked but for athletic socks, as the concrete floor was cool. We chatted about this and that, but the most intriguing thing he said was that he wanted to experiment a little. “I don’t know what—I’ll leave that up to you…” I nodded and assured him that if I did anything he didn’t like he simply had to tell me and I’d stop… “Let me suck that beautiful cock.” Keith indicates the bed. I sprawl on it, legs splayed. Keith is one of the most handsome men in my current stable. He is fit, with Hollywood good looks which he knows how to maintain, now in his 50’s. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his mouth. Fuck, he’s good. He sucks and licks, his eyes shining. He is truly worshipping my dick. And he remembers my balls, licking them first and then sucking them individually into his mouth. Back and forth as I jerk my cock and begin to breathe more heavily. His tongue flirts with my perineum too, but does not go lower. Not yet. But it makes me want to lick his ass. A lot. I tell him to get on the fuck bench. I love just seeing his ass spread before me. I kneel and start working him over with my tongue. He groans as he finds the mirror on the side wall—where he can see me attacking his ass. “Looks as hot as it feels…” he murmurs. My hands stop lubing my cock and I spread his butt cheeks to get even deeper into him. I stand up. Keith pants as my wet cock head finds his hole. The thick head pushes in. He groans and relaxes his ass muscles. I slide in. To the hilt. I wait a moment before I begin a slow fuck. “Use my ass!” I speed up the drilling. Keith is panting, his eyes riveted to the mirror, watching me dick him down. I abruptly stop. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I already know he loves the taste of his ass on my dick. But today, I do it constantly. Some fucking. Clean it up. Some more fucking. Clean me! Now a true pounding before I tell him to lick my dick once more. His eyes are shining again. I’m on the right track… We move to the sling. I eat his used hole. I fuck Keith as hard as possible. His eyes are mostly on the mirror above us, but sometimes he closes them, concentrating on the feelings deep in his hole. I tell him to use his poppers. I fuck him hard again. I stop. I go to the side and remove a wrist restraint, where it has been swinging from the chains above his head. I put one on. The other. His eyes are big, but game. I clip them above his head. “No poppers now.” I eat his hole and fuck him. Long and slow, but building up to hard and fast. He moans. He moans even harder as I cum to the side of the sling and have him clean me up once again, his wrists pulling at the restraints. I unclip him and get him out of the sling. I undo the bottom of the sling from the two chains. It hangs at the front of the frame. I take his arms and clip then to a carabineer that hangs under the mirror. His arms are out stretched towards the ceiling, his back is bent, his ass arched towards me. I eat his wet hole. I spit noisily into him. I stand up and plow into his just-beginning-to-gape ass… * The sling is restored to its normal position and I am eating his hole after the blistering, standing/hanging fuck. I stand up. I slap my cock on his balls. And piss. Not a lot, but enough to cover them. I direct more of my flow onto his puffy ass lips. Keith moans. He knows, I think, what I’m going to do. I kneel and lick him clean. I want to kiss him. But I don’t. Yet. I fuck in his still wetter ass. My right hand plays with his nipples and hairy chest. It inches up. It encircles his throat. He nods. I tighten it slightly. Not for long. Then do it again. A little longer. His breathing, as I release, is rapid. Excited. His cock, semi-hard as I usually fuck, is erect and aching. Still buried in his ass, I can just bend and take him into my mouth, licking up his precum. Now I pull out of him and kiss him with his precum—and just a hint of the piss on my beard. Keith melts into sling. He makes a move to grab my head, forgetting that once more I had restrained his arms above his head. “Time for you to eat my ass.” I get him out of the sling, leaving the wrist restraints on for the rest of the play session. I get in, my legs on the chains, my ass ready for his experienced tongue. “I really need to piss. Should I go upstairs?” “Or there’s a laundry tub on the other side of the wall. Or you could piss on my ass crack before you eat me out…” The look on his face is wonderfully conflicted. He takes one step towards the door, stops, and comes back. He wills himself to piss. It’s a forceful stream. And well aimed. It sluices down my crack. And he can’t stop. It’s an endless piss. Totally clear. He directs some up to my balls, but mainly just keeps hosing down my crack. With no hesitation at all, the moment he runs dry, he kneels and buries himself in my overly wet ass. “Fuck,” he mumbles, sounding overwhelmed by how piss changes an ass eating. He can’t stop. And I don’t want him to. I stroke continually, as he rims and tongues me. I moan. I ask him to come up and kiss me. He does, bending across me. He’s rock hard now, his cock brushing my saliva laden ass. I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. I break the kiss and tell to stick his tongue back into me. He goes to his knees and repeats it all… * I fuck him, briefly, in the sling. Then I set up the rim chair and mat. I tell him to bend a moment on the fuck bench before I get under the seat. I stick the head of my dick between those swollen ass lips. I piss two spurts inside him. He gasps. I get under the rimseat and instruct him to sit. He does, the seat doing the work of spreading his cheeks for me. The piss is deeper than I thought, it does not immediately drip out onto my tongue. So instead, I keep jabbing it up into his tender chute. Finally, a trickle. I groan. More follows. A wonderful mix of piss and precum. It pours down my throat. Keith moans his approval. I eat him out. His cock must be hard again. I hear him stroking it to my tonguing. I finally tap his thighs. He stands. “Let’s reverse.” He gets under the seat. His cock is really only semi hard as he lays there. The moment I sit and his tongue goes into me, he is rock hard and drooling. I reach down and finger up some on his precum and taste it. I hit the poppers and check out for a moment, letting his tongue have his way with me. When I come back to reality, I get up and move to between his legs. I hoist them up and fuck him on the mat as he lays there. “This is where we need a third,” I tell him, “So you can eat his ass as I fuck and then we’d switch.” Keith moans, taking the brief, (and honestly rather awkward) fuck. I pull out and let him eat my ass a little longer. We go back to the sling. I fuck him. I know it’s getting late. He has a drive home. (and I think needs to get there before the boyfriend…) “You want my load?” “You know I do…” “Say it!” “Give me your big load, Sir.” He begins to pant. “I want to feel it drip out of me on the way home…” That does it. I fire deep inside him. I can’t stop. I hold onto the chains until I can breathe again. I help him out. “I don’t have to, but I’d kind of like to get off today.” “What can I do?” He indicates the bed. I lay down, legs spread, just as we started, but now my hard cock is losing its erection and drooling sperm. He lies on his back, resting on one of my thighs and has his face next to my jizz covered cock. He begins to clean me as he jerks. He fires off a huge load in no time…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Wants to Experiment August 20, 2024

Near Home—July, 2024 After the orgy-interruptus detailed in the last post, no reader of this blog should be surprised that the next afternoon I went looking to get off. It was a Sunday afternoon at my usual bookstore, with all of us now in one room. And what a varied bunch it was… I go in, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Men are scattered around the room. No one seems to be doing anything. Yet. There is a sexual tension in the room. Everyone waiting for someone to make the first move. I sit where I can see both screens with a turn of my head. I unbutton, pull out my blue-balled cock and stroke. In moments, a regular is on his knees in front of me. He is slightly older and me with a very long and grey goatee. He swallows me down. He alternates between tonguing the head, taking me to the root and using the soft hair of his goatee to mop up my precum. Another man joins us. His tiny dick is hard as he jerks to us. He is also whiney—desperate to have a turn on my cock. If he’d ask nicely, I would let him. But he’s demanding it. It puts both me and my cocksucker off the idea of sharing. My goateed sucker is not giving up. He is determined to get me off. Even with me needing release, it just isn’t that easy. And he is doing the same three things over and over. Never varying anything. It slowly goes from erotic to friction to annoying. I finally ask for a break. I expect the annoying guy to be right there, but he is enraptured in the threeway happening onscreen. A new arrival. A larger guy. Older. He sits next to me. He ogles my wet cock, but makes no move. He opens his fly and gropes himself. Poppers come out. He offers them to me but I decline. He takes a hit and sighs. His hand moves faster in his crotch. We chat as we watch the porn. He’s a widower. “Thank God for this place,” he tells me. He offers me a hit once again. I shake my head. He takes one, groping himself faster as the fumes hit. “May I?” I slip to the floor and take him in my mouth. There’s not a lot of dick there, but his balls are juicing everything up like crazy. He loves my tongue and he caresses my head and ears as I lick him dry. The more I lick, the more poppers he takes and the more his dick drools into my mouth. I finally get up. He thanks me and becomes my best audience for the rest of his time there. A man who I used to fuck regularly here, emerges from the farthest corner. I hadn’t noticed him. He strips down. And sits next to me on the opposite side of the older man. I suck him for a bit. He also has a bottle of poppers and it keeps his dick perpetually soft. We reverse. This is more fun. And a better show for the older man. He loves seeing my dick sucked up close and right in front of him. The door opens. Another white man around my age. He watches the blow jog for a moment before he goes around the corner. We hear him strip down. He comes back to us wearing nothing but tennis shoes and nipple clamps connected by a chain. My sucker stops and sits down. Nipple Clamps is on him. Sucking him for the prize. The poppers come out again, now keeping him from getting hard in the new man’s mouth. But they both keeps trying. Finally, the new guy goes around the corner to sit, his knees tired. I stand up and follow him. “Suck this one,” I murmur, letting it swing in front of his face. He gobbles me down. He’s good. The best today. I reach down and grab the chain connecting the two clamps. I tug slightly. His body shivers and he redoubles his efforts to please me. I let him suck at his own pace. Then I begin to fuck his face. He groans. And takes me effortlessly. I pull out. I go down on my haunches. I twist the chain slightly. He grabs his cock and jerks. I add more pressure. His nips are an angry red. I twist once more. His cock goes off. Mine is just below his and it is covered with his cum. I stand up and tell him to lick it off. He is suddenly no longer an obedient sub. He declines and gets dressed. I use his cum for lube… * From the beginning, one of the men in the room was a very hot Latino. Likely early 40’s, Hollywood handsome face. He went from groping to openly jerking his sizable dick. He sat where he could see all the action and both screens. He was exclusively on the straight screen when I arrived, but was watching both (and us) as the afternoon progressed. The men I played with all commented on him to me in whispers. How hot, but why bother to be here, they all said, if you aren’t going to do anything. I countered that this new set up was perfect for him. He would never have ventured into the gay side when the theatres were separate. And now he can watch gay action and see it’s not so scary. I’m betting, if he keeps coming back, he will be letting guys on his dick in six months… * I sit back down with my jizz covered cock. I stroke. A white guy, with a shaved head and in his 50’s, comes in. A gym built body. He instantly pulls out a beautiful seven incher. He strokes, sitting to my right, next to the older, juicy man. I stroke, occasionally licking some of the nipple clamp’s jizz from my fingers. Shaved Head is looking at me. “Do you want that sucked?” I venture. “No, but I’m cumming on your dick.” It doesn’t take him long. He stands and beckons me over. My dick is no longer frothy from the first load on it. He aims and covers me with really milky cum. There is so much, some drips to the floor, but not much. I finger some up to my mouth and I taste it. His eyes are riveted to me. I smile. He smiles. He quickly zips up and leaves. I stroke with a new load on my cock. I can’t believe I have had guys do this twice in one day—as it’s something that has rarely happened to me. A hot boy comes in. He sits next to the cock sucker who can’t get hard due to poppers. In moments, he is sucking off the young man, feeding him poppers. I know the guy is going to shoot. So, I suck the older man next to me. Surprisingly, he gives me a full load and leaves. The young man leaves, sated. The poppers guy says goodbye, too. The hot Latino also shoves his very hard cock in his jeans and leaves. And Tit Clamp is back. He wants to get fucked. He strips naked. He bends slightly, but as my hard dick finds his hole, he straightens up making the entry impossible. I bend him over more. He does the same thing. And again. He finally says, he should get home. He dresses and leaves. And I’m alone. Fuck, not again. I wait. The door opens. A young guy. Cute, late 20’s, white, a little cubby with dark curly hair. He sits where the Latino sat—far away from me. But his eyes are on my dick. He takes his out, by stepping out of his shorts. He’s wearing no underwear. His cock is longer than I expect, thin and uncut. “Do you want it sucked?” He walks over to me. He fondles my erection, jerking it for a moment, before he turns and tries to sit on me. “You are going to need so much more lube,” I tell him. (Shaved Head’s cum is long gone from my shaft.) I get him to kneel on the chair. He has a wonderfully furry crack. I tongue him while greasing up my dick. “Fuck me, daddy.” I stand up and my head finds his hole. I enter. He yelps like a stuck pig. “No way,” he pants. “You are so much bigger than I thought…” I really need to cum. He seems to have no interest in sucking me. “Can I eat your ass until I shoot?” He loves this idea. And so do I. He juts his full, hairy ass towards me. I chow down. He’s groaning and stroking as I tongue fuck him. The lube on my cock has reactivated the residual cum of the two men who shot on it. Or at least in my mind it feels that way. I jerk and lick and spit. The young man groans out: “No one eats my ass…” In moments, I am dropping the huge load I should have shot on Saturday… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Relief Comes in So Many Shapes and Sizes August 14, 2024

A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!

Another Real Experience - Jersey Boy Gives In To Temptation I used to play fairly regularly in and around Jersey City, for a while there were a good number of party guys living there with a lot of excellenT group scenes. It became evident after a year or so of playing with several guys down there regularly that despite being New Jersey's third largest city, AND directly across the Hudson and only a one stop PATH train ride from Manhattan, that it was still a pretty small pnp community where every guy knew everyone else. I played a lot with a guy in Journal Square, a hot guy I'll call Trace who was an exotic dancer/escort/masseuse. He was of mixed Greek and Native American heritage, wore his very black hair long with a full beard, looking very much like a pirate - but a pirate that was 5'6". That said, he had a ripped body and a big cock that looked even bigger on his small frame. He hired out exclusively as a top but when "off-duty" he liked to switch off - he liked my leather daddy style and we would blow clouds or get to the point and then play with our mutual fetish gear, get very oral and then he'd want to get fucked. Being a bottom and the whole "cleaning out" process was new to him, so this sometimes resulted in some unpleasantness, but we generally had fun, and soon enough he had other guys coming to join our sessions. Since group scenes are very much my favorite, I was pleased. Frequently these additional guys include Donnie, his candyman, a light skinned African-American kid who claimed to be more straight than bi or gay, and generally got blown while he was there or he topped one of the other guys... ocassionally though, if he was done his business for the evening he'd get very spun and would suck cock or even ocassionally get fucked. He never let Trace fuck him, claiming his cock was too big. Again, this only happened if he had no more business and around guys he knew very VERY well. There were other times when he'd bring guys with him - straight guys from the neighborhood who had done a lot of business with Donnie. White, Black, Latino, Asian, all kinds of guys but generally young, a bit street tough (which doesn't impress me, but works for lots of guys) and were tweaked enough that the offer of a long hot blowjob was irresistable to them, even if it was from another guy. Three of Trace's regular play buds - Jake, Aaron and Carlos - were totally into this. They loved getting on their knees and sucking off these "guests" of Donnie's. Trace and I would do some good oral work as well, but it was understood that we were NOT the subservient type and would brook NO disrespect or trash talk. We'd often wind up topping Jake, Aaron or Carlos while they performed oral duties on the guests, and some seemed to get off on it. Carlos was a thin somewhat effeminate latino with a heart of gold who was a devout bottom who could ocassionally throw an amazing fuck himself; Jake was a white blond buzz-cut gas-station attendant with a goatee, tats all over his ripped hairless body an amazing ass and small but generally hard dick; and then there was Aaron, whom I knew from before meeting Trace - a closeted divorced white Italian bi-guy - cute face, dark hair, a trifle chubby but sexy, with a beautiful ass that could take any cock or hand or arm or toy or (yes) baseball bat! And he was raising a 9 year old son on his own, living with his parents and working for a bank where they though he was the straightest guy on the planet. One of the "guests" that showed up a few times was a Construction Worker named Ralph. He was actually Jake's cousin, and got into this whole thing accidentally - somehow stumbling into Jake and Donnie and being introduced to Miss T, only to discover that his cousin Jake - so butch and dangerous looking - enjoyed getting high then sucking dick and getting his ass plowed bareback by whatever cocks he could get. Stunned, Ralph apparently just watched the first two times but then agreed to come to Trace's place for some head and good T. Ralph was 25 at the time, a tall trim white guy about 6'3", shaved head and scruff patch below his mouth, hairy body (reddish blond body hair) a lot of tats, nice arm and leg muscles with a long thin cock and a high muscular ass. (Regular readers will know where this is going...). There was supposed to be a girlfriend around somewhere. He very much turned me on, and I would be first to suck him each time he came to Trace's - he seemed to enjoy my oral attention as well as BJs from Trace, Carlos, Aaron, and even ocassionally Donnie - but never his cousin Jake. Ralph would watch while I fucked the other guys and ocassionally got fucked myself. The first time he watched Trace fuck me, and saw me actually enjoying getting that big piece in my hole, his eyebrows nearly went over the top of his head. He coughed out a cloud of T smoke he'd been inhaling, and said, "seriously dude, you LIKE that? I thought you only played the man's part, not the bitch's part!" I told him that first, yes, I liked it; second, yes I preferred to top but really, really preferred both in the same session; and third, never call me a bitch if you want to keep all of your teeth. "If a guy WANTS you to call him names like that, it's cool, but getting fucked doesn't make you any less a man." He seemed very thoughtful. I noticed he also watched very intently whenever anyone was being rimmed. Eventually Trace's place was too small for some of our gatherings and Aaron presented us with a solution - his parents would be out-of-town for a week and we could come play in their basement that first Friday night as soon as his kid went to bed. Jake had let us all know that Ralph would be coming and thought he might be brave enough and ready enough to top someone that evening. We met up at Trace's place and got our supplies together, and all took some little blue magic to stay hard while blowing clouds with a few of us trading shotguns as we waited for Aaron to call and let us know his son was asleep and we could come over. The call came sooner than expected, and we headed out to the two cars - mine and Jake's - and somehow I wound up driving Ralph and Donnie while Jake drove Trace and Carlos. During the drive Donnie got Ralph higher while we talked about what he might be into doing that night. He was obviously very turned on and his inhibitions were almost completely eliminated - mentioning that he had really cleaned up in the shower so he could have someone rim his hole. We wound up arriving at Aaron's parents' house first - a suburban split level with the lower level playroom all set up for a sex party... sling, rim-seat, play mats, toys and gay bb porn on the big screen. (I kept wondering exactly how Aaron would ezplain this if his kid woke up and came down for a glass of water...). Jakes car arrived about 10 minutes later. Seems that he picked up a couple of other guys, Tyrell and Matt, two somewhat thuggy down-low types, one black the other white. We all got naked and blew clouds some more clouds , and I wound up by chance or someone else's design with Ralph mostly to myself while Trace, Carlos, Jake and Aaron played up to these new guys and Donnie busied himself preparing all of our enhancements for the evening. Ralph even accepted some shotguns from me, and when I got him to sit in the rimchair, he inhaled some Maximum Impact while I gave him his first salad tossing. He had a beautiful ass, clean and great-tasting, and we both really enjoyed it. We moved over to a couch to let others use the chair and I gave Ralph a nice blowjob while he sucked down somemore clouds. He told me to stand up while he stayed seated, and then looked up at me and said softly, "I better try this before I chicken out", then took the head of my cock and part of the shaft into his mouth. It was only for a few minutes, and it was very inexpert, but he was enthusiastic and I was so turned on by the situation that I almost shot. Amazingly, Donnie was the only one to notice this and sauntered over holding something behind his back with his cock dangling in front. Ralph actually sucked it in for a few licks before he looked up at me and told me he wanted to fuck me. Donnie pulled the two needleless syringes from behind his back and said that a booty-bump each would get us in the mood for fucking, saying he'd do me while I did Ralph. I got down on all fours in front of Ralph and pushed his legs up. I started to rim the young stud's hole again while Donnie rimmed mine and then I inserted the syringe in his hairy pucker while Donnie inserted one into mine. A minute or two later and Ralph and I were soaring. Donnie told us he'd be back and went to do some more chemistry. Ralph asked me to "sit on his dick" and I responded "gladly". He remained seated on the couch and picked up the Tina pipe as I straddled him and aligned my hole over his very hard - thanks to Vitamin V and his enthusiasm - supposedly straight cock. He pulled my head into his and blew his cloud into my mouth. As I sank to his balls he hissed "yessssssssss". We started a slow grinding fuck, that frankly felt amazing, and sure enough the shotgunning turned into face-sucking deep kissing. I told him he felt amazing and smiled but asked like before "and you really like that?" I responded enthusiastically "yes". We fucked like that for quite a while, eventually just slowly pumping as he spoke again. Speaking softly, he told me that this whole scene he'd been watching these few times turned him on immensely and he was constantly thinking about it. He had thought he might be gay when he was in his early teens, but the only gays he knew were very flamboyant - which was not him at all he confessed - and that his father and brothers and buddies all considered gay guys to be beneath contempt, failed men who wanted to be women. Since none of this seemed to apply to him, he decided that he could not be one of THEM and tried to forget his interest and just concentrate on girls. Having watched us these couple of times, and having been lectured by me, he realized that gay sex was no threat to his masculinity. He'd been hoping that tonight he'd get high enough and brave enough to try it all, and said he'd even looked up how to clean his hole out, and had practiced a few times sticking something up his butt. I looked him in the eye, squeezing his cock in my hole, and said "are you saying what I think you're saying?" and looking like a lost little kid he said "I know my ass isn't as hot as Carlos' or Trace's or Aaron's but do you think you'd want to fuck me for my first time?" Seriously? He had to ASK? And personally, I thought his ass was HOTTER. Donnie had quietly moved back our way and caught the last part of this. He leaned down and whispered to us that he could make that easier on Ralph but first told us to suck his cock between us - Ralph looked at the caramel colored tool between us and smiled, we kissed it and traded sucking it for a few minutes until Donnie said he'd better go get what Ralph needed for his virgin ride. "That gives me time to finish fucking YOU," Ralph said and suddenly started a piston fuck that despite me being on top nearly blew me off his lap. Donnie returned with some cups with a bit of G and juice which we all downed, then points - he did me first, then Ralph and then himself - Ralph coughed and then whispered "do me man". I knelt on the floor with him on the edge of the couch. Pulling his long legs up, I tongued his soon to be cherry-popped manhole while he moaned and we heard Donnie cough. Bringing Ralph's legs to rest over my shoulder, I quickly used just a bit of lube and placed the head of my cock against his now pliant hole. Donnie had him suck on a cloth covered with Max Impact and slowly but surely my cock sank into his warm snug hole. Ralph began to moan as I slid in, taking a few minutes, but finally feeling my balls slapping on his butt. His own cock was back to being rock hard and felt amazing pressed up against me. I started to pump slowly when he nodded at me, and shortly he sighed "so good"... that's when I felt a welcome invasion between my own legs as Donnie knelt behind me and slid his shaft into me. We fucked like that for a few minutes, until Ralph said he was a bit uncomfortable and could he sit on me the way I did on him? Donnie pulled out of me and Ralph sat on my lap and onto my cock - a bit too fast if the wideness of his eyes was any sign - but Donnie was there putting the glass cock to our mouths and we all traded clouds as Ralph rode my cock and really started to enjoy himself. Donnie presented his cock for our inspection and again we spent time kissing each other and the cock between us. After a bit, Ralph turned around to a reverse cowboy so he could suck Donnie's cock much more efficiently and deeply. This was when the other guys FINALLY noticed what was going on (see what two big thug cocks can do to distract some guys?)... there were a number of gasps, and some complaints that we were "ruining a top", but they eventually got over it. We did mix and match more after that - I fucked Trace, Aaron, Jake and amazingly, Donnie, and got fucked by Carlos (!), and by Tyrell and Matt who were wonderfully large, but lacking a bit in finesse. I think I blew and rimmed everyone at some point, and got fucked by and fucked both Ralph and Donnie again. I got to watch Ralph turn insatiable, sucking every cock there (if not expertly) including his cousin - getting into a hot 69 with his cousin Jake while getting fucked by Donnie while Jake was fucked by me. Ralph also fucked Aaron and then fucked his cousin Jake - and he GOT fucked by not just Donnie and me, but by Carlos (again surprising) and briefly by Jake and Trace. Tyrell tried to get in him, but was just too big, and Ralph was just a bit too sore - the spirit was willing but the flesh was just too new at this! On the way back to Trace's at 4:30AM or so, I told him to try a good soak in the tub either now or when he got up the next day, and to not be surprised if his ass was really sore from all this. Amazingly, I got a call from Ralph early the next afternoon saying he "needed more". I drove down to Jersey City and met him at Trace's and the three of us fucked round-robin style for a few more hours, blowing some clouds, watching bb porn and reliving Ralph's amazing experience the night before. Ralph eventually wound up getting into a relationship with a Realtor friend of mine in Hoboken before they moved to the Keys. His deflowering will always be a great memory for me!

I’ve found that I love eating cum out of a freshly fucked ass. Was at a bathhouse in DC recently and while hosting a threesome in my room (those rooms are tiny!), one guy that just took a bareback load squatted down on my face and I ate all the cum and rimmed him deep just after cleaning off the cock that just fucked him atm). Anybody else enjoy this? Tell me about your experience.

My Playroom—April, 2024 A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp. We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April. I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him. It did. I gave him the address again. He had been to my old residence, just before I moved. In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there. He was excited to see the new set-up. He arrived right after 2pm… Braydon likes what he sees. The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is. He agrees…and strips off his clothes. I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play. I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me. He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment. “I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur. “See if you can taste them…” Braydon digs in. He begins to lick the pouch. He keeps moaning in the back of his throat. My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely. He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth. He deep throats me. He licks my balls. He licks under my balls as I pull them up. For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum. “Get in the sling. I need to eat your hole.” He jumps in. I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass. I find his hole. He is already slightly gaping from the excitement. My tongue goes into him—deep and wet. In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil. I stand up and slide in. I fuck him. Long and slow. Using my full length on every stroke. Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow. I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo. I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy. I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo. He takes it, with ease. I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in. I stand and add my cock. Telling him just how it feels. The toy underneath my cock. The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick. How my cock head hits the big head of the toy. I fuck with it in place. I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd. I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. I pull out, bringing the toy with me. I lube up the fat black butt plug. He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it. I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body. “Do that again…” he pleads. So, I do. I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here. I am not sure he can take the wide base. But he does. Loving the stretch. I pull it out and eat his hole. My tongue can now go deeper than before. I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head. It feels cold to the touch. I lube it, but don’t warm it. “This’ll cool down your ass…” He moans. And takes it. I slowly work it in and out of him a few times. I stand up and insert my cock. The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference. My dick head bangs into the big metal orb. I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass. Finally, we take a break. “Where do you want to eat my ass? Sling or Rimseat?” We go for the sling first. I get in and he kneels. Almost reverently. He starts at my balls and works down. Licking under them. Down the hairy perineum. Around my hole. Avoiding it. And then his tongue connects with my pucker. He groans. I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me… * I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains. We move to the fuck bench. I fuck him hard and fast. Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out. Braydon is in pig heaven. At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole. We both are breathing hard. I set up the rimseat. He elects to get under it first. I sit. It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me. To feel almost helpless. He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole. I take a hit of poppers. The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming. I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me. We switch. I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long. My balls are screaming for release. And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can. In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling. This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole. The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly. I stand up and fuck. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my engorged cock pound into him. Over and over. I do one more brief licking of his wet hole. In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode… “Take it…” I grunt. I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Comes to Play May 1, 2024

I hope I find a continuation to this story.... **************************************************************** I've never put much thought into fucking around behind my boyfriend's back. It doesn't really feel like cheating 'cause we have an open relationship -- although, technically speaking, we're supposed to okay a potential lay with each other first or at least tell each other about it after the fact. I guess I never told him anything because he never told me anything. As far as I knew, Andy hadn't messed around with another dude in the whole seven years of our relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't hot or couldn't get a hot piece of his ass, he just wasn't very good at flirting. Quiet type socially, animal in bed. I guess we're both a little nerdish in our own ways, but we're both pretty hot, too. He's an asian top boy, chinese actually, but born here in the States. Tight little hairless body the color of caramel. Perfect little five inch cock that stands straight up when it's got a tight white ass waiting for it. Tight little smooth nuts that pull up even tighter when he's about to spurt and a perfect pink rosebud of a butthole that fucking winks whenever I eat him out. Sometimes his hole clenches around my tongue like a little fist. He loves getting his ass licked out. The deeper the better. Til it's all sloppy wet with spit. Then he flips me over and fucks me raw. It's the fucking hottest thing to watch him blow his load up my twat in a mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I can get off. Watching it happen, watching my cunt open up like a mouth for his jizz, then watching his hot little cock spear my pussy again and push his load up inside me. I'd even finger myself afterward. Rubbing his load up inside my ass walls. Imagining I was one of those slut boys in Treasure Island dvds. But barebacking was only between him and me—since we’re both neg. The rules for our relationship state no bb'ing with anyone else though. Condoms or just cocksucking, and whenever we played with someone else together, it was always safe, even between Andy and me, so we wouldn't tempt anyone into fucking me raw. The thing about me is that I like to think I'm not a slut, but I just go and put myself in slutty situations. I can usually control myself and I know my limits. I only ever do what I want to do and I'm smart enough to know when it's safe and when it's unsafe. I started out sucking dick behind his back in the steamroom at the gym. It's the biggest gym in the gayest neighborhood, so there's always action going on. Even though they put big signs outside saying you can lose your membership privileges, dudes still give each other handjobs and suck each other off. Over the course of a few months, I got to the point where I'd go into the steamroom after working out, my muscles bulging a bit more, smooth chest glistening, fuckable white ass all wet, and I'd sit in the corner called the cocksucker's corner because sitting there put my head right about eye level and ten inches away from whatever guy was sitting above me. If some hot dude with a hot cock came in, I'd grab their cock, start licking the head like a lollipop, jacking their shaft, looking up at them with pouty eyes, my mouth open, tongue out, and then deep throat them as best as I could, slurping on their cocks til they spurted. A few spurted right down my throat without warning. With other dudes, I took their cum in my mouth willingly, caught up in the moment, and then spit it back out on their cocks and jacked them. If some dude I didn't like would sit there, I'd play dumb and look forward, ignoring them. Like I said, I have my limits, and I tend to like smooth dudes like Andy who were around my age, skinny, clean, you know, all the normal stuff. I never told Andy. I figured sucking cock was safe. I still went home to him and let him fuck me raw without feeling any anxiety or guilt. Then one morning at the gym, I met Denny. First, I should say, I met his cock. I'd just sat down in the cocksucker's corner, all stiff from working out, and the steam was so thick I couldn't see anyone around me. But then there it was, his fat white cock, swinging in my face with his sweaty low hanging nuts. It made me gasp like a little whore. I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the steam cleared, I could see the rest of him. A hot trail of dark hair down the middle of his chest, shaggy short brown hair, and thick, powerful legs. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. But he was as confident as some leather daddy. He didn't take his eyes off mine the entire time. He kept turning my head up so I'd see him. One hand held my chin, pulling my jaw down, and the other guided my head up and down his eight inches. It was like he knew how much of a slut I was inside. It felt like he was reading every nasty thought in my head. He made me suck on his nuts while he beat his cock in my face, pushing his cockhead up my nostrils, making me smell his cock juice. Someone came into the steamroom and I backed off, afraid it might be gym personnel, but he wouldn't let me up, and he whispered down to me, "It's okay, babe, keep sucking." I could see from the corner of my eye, the new arrival sat down the ledge from me, five or six feet away. He was close enough that I could tell he was already playing with his cock while he watched us. I'd been in the steamroom enough times that I kinda knew who it was -- this old guy who hung out in the steamroom a lot, but never worked out in the actual gym. Big gut and back hair. No one I would ever touch. Now he jacked up a big boner watching me get face fucked by this incredibly hot, big dicked fucker above me. "Baby. Look at me. Good boy. Keep looking. Oh, fuck you like that dick, I can tell. That daddy over there can tell, too. Can't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth in a few minutes, okay? Not yet, but soon. Look at me again. If it makes you feel any better about doing swallowing some stranger's hot cock juice... I'm Denny, baby," he said. He winked at me "Keep that throat open. Yeah. Just like that. Nice little pussy throat get reamed out in the steamroom. Look at those cocksucker lips, man," and the old man next to us answered him with a moan. Denny scooted down the edge of his seat and leaned back until his butthole was against my lips. I couldn't help myself. Without even being told, I started tonguing him inside out. "Oh you hot little pig," he moaned. "Eat my ass, baby. Yeah. I've got myself a whore here. Oh yeah, baby. Come over here, daddy." I started getting nervous and started pulling off his cock because I didn't want the old man touching me. But Denny held me by my ears. "Come tongue this bitch's ass, daddy." As much as I didn't want that old dude with cock slime on his fingers touching me, I wanted Denny's cock so bad that I didn't move. I was already turned to the side, one leg up on the ledge, my tight hole wet and ready for the old man's tongue. He fucked his tongue into me as deep as it would go. He'd probably hadn't had a young hot ass like mine in fifty years, and here he was slurping on my cunt lips. I could feel his chin hair rubbing up and down my nuts. I felt like a total slut. I wanted to stop sucking cock and leave. I was so worried that someone else would come in and god forbid even join in. The steam spurted on again and the rush of it burned my bare feet. I could hardly see Denny's face anymore up in the steam, but I knew he was still looking at me. He pulled me back onto his cock and started face fucking me hard and fast, pulling his big white cock all the way out every now and then and slapping it against my nose. The old man pushed two fingers in and out of my cunt and all I could do was ride them. "Slut," Denny called me. "Eat my load, baby. You like cum? I want you to eat my load. I'm gonna spray your throat with so much jizz you're gonna taste me all day, slut. And you know what? I'm gonna feed you my cum every day. Yeah, baby. Keep sucking. Open wider. Open your ass for daddy's fingers and tongue. Yeah. Everyday, baby. Same time. You're gonna be here waiting for my cock. Okay, slut?" I couldn't talk, but I nodded, and then my mouth was filled with his jizz. It was more than I'd ever had blasted into my mouth from one cock. It came out so hard that I could feel the thwap of each spurt against back of my throat. Even if I would've tried to spit his load out, I couldn't have moved. Both his hands pushed my head down on his cock until his hairy nuts were against my bottom lip. His load had nowhere to go but down my throat or up into my nose. I gagged and smelled his jizz up inside my nostrils. Then he egged on the old man, "Yeah, daddy shoot your load all over him. Spray down my new little whore." I felt the geezer's load spray across my ass cheeks and then drip down my ass crack and over my well-fingered hole. "I'll see you out by your locker, slut," Denny said to me before walking out of the steamroom. I hadn't shot off, but he didn't care. He wound up asking me for my phone number. When I hesitated, he put two and two together pretty astutely. "You have a boyfriend, right? Hey, I don't care. I'll only call when you tell me to. I promise. We had a good time. We should do it again. Why would I wanna risk that by being an asshole." "I don't usually give it out. I mean, if you could just call me on weekdays. He works, so..." "What's your name?" he asked. "Gus," I said. "Gus," he repeated, and then put his mouth right next to my eat and whispered, "Can you smell my cum still?" "Yeah." "You want my cock again, don't you? Then he dug a pen and a notepad out of the bookbag in his locker. "Write down your name under your number, okay, Gus? People give me their number a lot." At the time, he sounded honest enough, and so I gave him my cell phone number. I'd given my number out before, but it was rare. I guess I was a little stunned by the whole scene, that I'd swallowed his load, that he was so hot, that some old dude had tongued my hole and finger fucked me. Then before I knew it, he was gone, I didn't have his number, and he was walking away with mine. The whole day I couldn't get Denny out of my head. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could still taste his cum, even that night when my boyfriend was fucking my ass with his little chinese cock. I could tell he was close to cumming in my twat and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denny's cock up inside my raw. I blew my load the same moment as my boyfriend, realizing that Denny's cock was probably twice as big as Andy's. To be continued...

I know this is probably weird, but I've been wanting to spend a day and/or night eating anonymous ass. I've never manned a glory hole, but I've been thinking about trying it - except I'd want to exclusively devote myself to eating ass. Since I'm not experienced with glory holes and don't know anyone who is, I figured I'd ask if this is something tops and bottoms would be interested in. If I advertised a glory hole that was designed exclusively for men to give me their assholes to feast on, would it be appealing? Or is it a dumb idea that I should forget about?

I fucking LOVE eating ass before I fuck it. And I don't mean a quick 2 minute tongue-up-the-butt thing. I mean long, serious, aggressive ass eating. I'm surprised not all guys are into it. What are your thoughts guys?

Lansing—March, 2024 After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more. A lot more. The next day was Saturday. I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time. I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore. I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon… I am sitting watching porn. Stroking. I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock. I have made a tour of the place before I settled. There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner. There are glory holes. And a slurp ramp. Porn is playing everywhere. (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.) Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass. It is just around the corner from the dark room. I stroke. A man around my age, enters. His shirt unbuttoned. He sinks to his knees in front of me. He gives me head. Sort of. No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth. I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him. Nothing. I excuse myself and go for a walk. Men are scattered everywhere. The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is. I go behind the slurp ramp. A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes. I walk past and mount the platform. I stick my cock through the opening. I wait. I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn. I make another circuit. A young Latin is watching gay porn. He is stroking a long, thin dick. He nods at me. I go over. And go to my knees. I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move. He groans at my tongue work. He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder. I come up for air. “Let me…” he whispers. I stand. The guy is amazing. I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root. Repeatedly. No teeth. Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time. And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air. He takes me to the root again. There is now a spectator, jerking to our action. I let the young Latin do his thing. As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head. I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him. I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself. I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it. Amazing. Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop. I do. He is panting. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers. I hope I’m around when he wants to… “That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform. He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. “You want some of this?” “Yeah, but in my ass.” He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt. I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout… * I walk around. Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling. It’s occupied. The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down. His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest. He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym. I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole. “Jeez…” he moans. “Fuck me…” I stand up. His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack. I go back to rimming. Soon he is begging for my cock. I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all. He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it. All of it. Ramming in to him again and again. “Fuck me harder,” he moans. “Use me like the whore I am.” Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch. One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp. Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself. Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking. “You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy. “You bet.” I step to the side. The new cock slides in. It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony. I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking. “This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants. “And didn’t think I’d get…” “Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out. I go to my knees and clean his cock. “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it. I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole. I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom. The hot guy comes to the side of the sling. He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle. “You want his hole?” I ask. He shakes his head. He watches me fuck a little more. “Yeah, I do.” I pull out. Hot Guy pushes in. “Damn, he’s wet.” I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom. Hot Guy pulls out very fast. He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face. I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick. I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head. I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him. My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him. The bottom groans. The Black top jerks faster. I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs. “Let me fuck in that hole again.” I make way. Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now. He fucks him harder yet. I’m there to clean his cock. And fuck. This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch. We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again. “I need a break,” moans the bottom. We get him out to stretch. There is a waist high bondage table behind us. He bends over it. I fuck him again. “Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top. I am close enough to think it’s possible. I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm. I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn. Black Top fucks him briefly. I can’t tell if he shoots or not. From the look on his face, I think he has. The bottom goes to the locker area. Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other. And we kiss, sharing those juices. It’s electric. We both feel it. I lose track of time. I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth. Finally, I have to come up for air. “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear. “Would you let me eat your ass?” He looks at me in silence. Fuck, have I ruined it? Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall. He gets naked and hops in the sling. I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are. I go to my knees. The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating. He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want. I lick up his sweat. I share it with him by kissing him deeply. He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock. Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on. “Come here.” I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling. He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us. It’s hot. As fuck. When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together. Certainly, no way to top it. He gets dressed and we kiss again. We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment. He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Taking Turns at the Sling April 2, 2024

My Playroom—March, 2024 The small group was the perfect way to end the week. On the next Monday, Muscle Ass let me know he was in town again for 5 days. My work gig, that was taking up evenings, was hugely in the way. He couldn’t meet during the day, so the only answer was a late night. We chose the Wednesday, in the middle of his time here, and the middle of my work schedule. Once again, I arranged it so he could arrive right at 9:30pm as I got home. But this time, as he had his drink to unwind, we couldn’t stop exchanging stories about all manner of things: how we came out; my long relationship and his divorce; what we loved about bathhouses…on and on. It was suddenly late. “Do we play?” he asked. I shrugged and we went downstairs. “I’d love to start with you on the fuck bench,” he told me. I shrugged and lost my robe. I climbed on and presented him with my ass to lick… His tongue feels incredible. But I am having a hard time relaxing with being on my knees. I pull them up a little, towards my head, which lowers my chest to the padded support. But now I can’t reach my dick. Well, not easily. And, fuck, I do love to stroke as a man’s tongue licks my crack and hole. I let him go for a bit. He is moaning in the back of his throat as he leaves me very wet. I think I hear him jerking himself as he licks every millimeter of my hairy crack and hole. Finally, I tell him I need to get up and stretch. “The sling,” I suggest. “Me or you?” “You.” My cock, now that I’m standing and looking at his hot ass, is very hard. I want to fuck. He hops in. I hand him his poppers and go to my knees. It’s my turn to lick and spit and open a hole with my tongue. He groans and at one point, reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart so I can go deeper. I am thoroughly lubed with coconut oil. I stand up and enter him. On the second try. Why can’t I master the angle to get into his ass, dammit? He holds up his hand for me to hold for a moment. Poppers are sniffed. I feel his ass relax before I sink the rest of the way inside. Another brief hold and I begin a slow fuck. It builds. Faster than I mean to—I just can’t help it. My hips are slamming into him. The sound of our rutting fills the small room. I pull out. He beckons me to bring my wet dick to his mouth. As if I would do anything else with his love of ATM. He cleans my cock, swallowing the great mix of ass jizz, precum and coconut oil. I go back, kneel and rim him some more—wanting all those flavors in my mouth, too. I fuck him again. Let him clean me again. This time, I bend to taste the juices on his tongue… * “Damn, you taste good.” I am in the sling. Muscle Ass is eating me out again. I am relaxed and my cock is rock hard as his tongue can’t seem to stay off me. I finally uncap the poppers I save for this moment. I take a long hit and the moment the cap is on I begin babbling: how good his mouth feels, not to forget my balls, to fuck me with his tongue, to spit on my hole and lick it up…it’s constant and only peters out as the fumes dissipate. Even without poppers, my mind is roaming and my dick is leaking. I come back to reality slowly. How long have I been in the sling? I know Muscle Ass doesn’t care, but I don’t want things to get one sided. I tell him I need to fuck him again. We trade places. I fuck him. And then go for the toys. I use a lube syringe to get his hole even slicker. The small butt plug goes in easily tonight. I turn it. I pound my fist on it. I pull it out, re-lube and work it in again. I switch to the five balls of ever-increasing size. He took the first two last time. The first goes in with ease. I work a little harder with the second. I try for the third. Nope. He tells me the third is pressing the first one, which is still in him, too deep. I go to my finger. The middle one. The pulse of his hole surrounding it makes my cock drool. I stand up. I make a better entry into him this time. I fuck him. Hard. My balls are telling me it’s time to unload and be done for tonight. I fuck. “Breed me,” he grunts out, through his haze of poppers. I fuck him harder. I am so close. I know a taste of his hole will send me over the edge. I pull out and kneel. I plaster my face into his used ass. It does the trick. I’m there. I stand up and realize I will not make it into him. I unload a massive amount of cum all over his balls, as if it were 1994 and I’d just ripped the condom off. I use some to smear on his cock and stroke it. Some I finger into his ass. For a moment I think he’s going to shoot. I think he does, too. And then, just like me, his wave of release ebbs. I work a little harder on his softening cock, but Muscle Ass tells me to stop. His hole is happy—that’s all that matters… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Happy Muscle Ass March 28, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts. He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time. I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks. (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.) We kept chatting. And we both got hornier. Finally, I gave in. I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday. He jumped at it. I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed. I sent a text. He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink. We chatted a little as I made tea. He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs. I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum… I stand by the base of the sling. He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday. I am hard. He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me. He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit. I move aside and he hops in the sling. I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him. I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet. “I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me. I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical. I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time. I stand up. I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle. I slide in. He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers. The moment the cap is on, he is ready. I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck. Slow and deep. He groans. I speed up. I am fucking hard now. I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and fuck him again. Once more he cleans me. The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick. When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick. But it goes in. He sighs when it snaps into place. I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open. I go back. The toy comes out. I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again. I fuck him. I grab the egg headed dildo. I smear it with the oil. He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head. (and he wants my hand?) I replace the toy with my dick. One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench. We move to the other station. The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest. He gets on it. His ass is spread naturally. I kneel and eat him out. Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side. “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.” This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible. I stand up and fuck. Muscle Ass groans. I pick up the speed. My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass. The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible. I pull out for more ATM. Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him. He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth. He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole. I go back for another fuck. Another cleaning. “I want to lick your ass.” I get in the sling. MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum. His tongue goes down the shaft. He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass. I groan…and lose track of time. He fucks me with his tongue. He licks in and around my pucker. He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue. This makes both of us want more. He goes back to his knees and begins it all again. A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world. I tell him we should switch. He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play. He takes the cool metal easily now. I start to crank. Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate. He groans. “Wider!” I do it. I keep cranking. Two fingers go in to fill him up. He moans. I keep cranking. I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. PIC Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place. I fuck him, nice and slow. The metal is no longer cool. It is the temperature of his hot ass. I take a picture of me in him, too. PIC I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. I fuck him again. He is actually easier to get into. I grab the ball toy. Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third. The porn concludes. This means it is midnight. And I am feeling it. I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load. But I know I am trying too hard. I let him rim me a little more. Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not. I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… The original is here, with pictures of us: From My Side of the Sling: I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass March 22, 2024

Anyone interested in forming a real rimming only meet up group in the Atlanta area?

My Playroom—February, 2024 I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex. But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom. Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road. There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour. He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom. I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness. Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party. I tromped down the stairs… GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television. He has a jock and harness on himself. And socks. The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February. I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor. I sit on the bed and spread my legs. GaryM kneels on the mat. He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock. Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing. It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric. He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life. He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it. Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick. GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh. He licks my balls. And under them. The entire shaft. The drooling piss slit. Only then does he start to actually suck my cock. He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat. He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me. Finally, he pulls off me, panting. I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock. I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place. I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker. I drill into him. For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight. My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up. I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods. I stand up. My cock head slips into him. I hold in place. “Give it to me,” he groans. I push the rest of it into him. My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing. I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out. I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo. GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again. He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish. I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck. I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug. I grease it up. GaryM groans as it goes into place. “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.” I beat on the base of the plug with my fist. GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him. I work it out and fuck him once more. Harder. Deeper. This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier. I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock. Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head. And the ridges on the shaft. I lube it up. He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder. I do. I pull it out. I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed. One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon. I grease it up. It slips easily into his now gaping ass. “Are you going to double…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy. It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck. I try it out both above and under my cock. I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock. As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.” We exchange places. I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt. I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening. I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole. We take a break. The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces. GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. PIC I help get him up and on it. He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support. I rim him briefly and fuck him hard. I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock. GaryM is ready for it now. It goes into him deeply and easily. I love the look of something so large inside him. “I want to try your chains.” We decide to start small, with the medium sized links. I grease them up. He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. “So heavy…” he murmurs. I put all but the last five links into him. I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him. He groans. At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. “Now come the fun part.” I pull as slowly as I possibly can. Link by link it emerges. GaryM huffs and puffs with each link. Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. “Again?” He groans out a “yes…’ * I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself. I get up into it for another brief rimming. I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me. I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat. As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys. He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat. He eats my ass with abandon. Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out. * We’ve been playing for over two hours. Almost three. I need to get off. We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame. I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away. I rim him again. I stand up and slide in. In just three or four thrusts I shoot. But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave. I go back to my knees. I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it. I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming. I pant. But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame. GaryM is working on his dick. He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine. I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow. I can’t stop it. I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. And he loves it. He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled. GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him… * As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too. He sent it to me almost immediately. I can truthfully say I haven’t read it. It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM's Three Hour Play Session March 2, 2024 Gary's write up, I will not post it on this site. is here: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs March 4, 2024

Near Home—February, 2024 I was wanting something different by Monday. I tried looking online, but I had no luck. I thought about going to another bookstore for variety, but somehow it just seemed easier to go where I was having such a good run of luck. And it held… I am in the straight theatre. Alone for the briefest of moments. I stroke myself hard. The door opens. The bald-headed man comes in. I had seen him, and his partner, finishing their lunch out in their SUV, as I parked. He wastes no time and kneels before me. His head is as good as it always is—he is great warm up act. When his knees give out, he pats my shoulder and leaves. In moments, his partner comes in. He hasn’t done me as much lately, but today he treats me to a great blow job. He seems to have more variety in his bag of oral tricks than his partner. He actually makes me moan out loud. When he’s sated, I help him get to his feet and he scurries back to the arcade to see who else he can service. His partner is back in a few minutes. There must be no one in the gay theatre and very few in the arcade. He sucks me once more, this time stroking himself. I suck him for a moment when he stands up. But his erection flags when there is no dick in his mouth. I don’t see them again for the rest of the day. Nothing is happening in here now. And the video has changed. One with far too much scene work for its own good. I go next door. One man is here. He is likely in his 70’s. He’s maintained well, thick set but trim. He is stroking to the men who are 50 years younger than himself. He smiles as I take out my cock. “That’s a beauty.” “You have a great dick, too…” And he does. Not as long but just as thick. He smiles again. “Think you could help me get off?” I nod. He stands up and drops his pants around his ankles. Underwear follows. He sits, gingerly, on the metal chair. His cock is impressive. Thick and meaty, with a pronounced helmet head. I get down in front of him. His cock is cool to the touch—I’m pretty sure some Viagra is helping out. I lick up the drop of precum my touching has produced. I hunker down and give him all the oral tricks I know. He moans. He sighs. He jerks himself as I lick his balls. But I can’t seem to get his nut. Then, without really thinking, the middle finger of my left hand snakes under his heavy balls and strokes his perineum. He groans and hunkers down, giving me better access. I keep worming my finger back to his pucker. I find it and stroke it. More precum. I push into him. He groans and his cock is now a faucet. I find his prostate—and in two seconds he is gushing cum into my mouth. Not blasting, it is just running out of his dick, onto my tongue. He thanks me for giving him just what he needed. I piss and wash up and come back to a deserted room. The straight side, too. I settle down in the gay theatre as the other video has not improved. I stroke. The porn is good, but a shade young for me. Finally, the door opens. A man I’ve never seen before comes in. He is around my age, maybe just under. He has a great full beard which is snow white. The hair on his head is tightly cropped to the scalp. He wears a leather jacket that comes off and is placed on the chair beside him. His hand rest on his crotch, barely kneading it. We chat. He is not from around here. Chicago actually. Got to Michigan with time to spare before a business meeting. “And I really want to suck your cock,” he finishes. “Go for it.” He kneels and takes me in his mouth. Heaven. The regulars who sucked me when I got here were good. Great even. This guy has them beat. Every move he makes causes me to squirm. He finally leaves my shaft, tonguing all the way down it, to my balls. He inhales. “Oh, fuck…” He begins to lick and savor them. Now he is taking his beard and wiping it across them. “My beard is gonna smell like you all day…” That’s my line! How often have I said that to a guy in these pages?? He lifts them and his tongue traces my cock ring. I stroke as he does it. “Smear that precum on my beard, too.” I do, loving the feel of that. Without asking he comes up for a kiss—sensing I am scent pig, too. My mouth is invaded with the taste of my balls, making my cock drool even more. He finally undoes his own pants. He’s hard, with an average cut cock. I go down on him. He says he likes it, but I can tell that is not what he really wants. I ask if he wants to get fucked. “I save my ass for the boyfriend. And I couldn’t take you anyways…” His hand wraps around my cock on the last part and strokes me gently. “I’ll tell you what I really want…” I look at him. “I want to eat your ass.” I smile. I stand up and unbuckle my belt. From rarely ever having it done here to me, and now twice in two weeks… I walk to him and turn around bending slightly. It’s awkward for both of us. His tongue makes contact, but not deep enough for either of us. “Let me get on a chair.” I kneel, my ass jutting towards him. He goes to the floor behind me and begins his feast. He is just as good at this. My cock juices as I stroke. For a moment he stops. “I want you to cum on my chest. So I can let it dry—and wear it to the meeting…” I make some sort of agreeable sound, still on a high from what he did, and is about to do again, with his tongue. He takes the shirt off, over his head in one swift move. His chest is as hairy as you would expect, given the luxurious beard. He dives back in, a full face plant. He has pulled my thin cheeks apart and is going as deep as his tongue will allow. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans. His tongue is driving me crazy. And, I suddenly feel like I could shoot. “You want my load?” He grunts out a ‘Yes,’ but it’s unintelligible with his tongue never leaving my hole. I stroke a little more. I move and he rears back, letting me turn. I look him in the eye and begin shooting a thick load all over the silver hair on his chest… * We talked a little more. He made no move to put his shirt on as he asked me about places to play in Lansing. I am pretty sure that he did indeed go to his meeting wearing my dried load and reeking of mansex… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "My Beard Is Gonna Smell Like You All Day..." February 19, 2024

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************************** It's all an internet invention, this bug chasing thing. The creation of fetishists. The hysterical reaction to the fear of HIV. Well, that's how it started for me. Harmless fantasizing. Posting messages on bareback sites, posting nude pics in my bareback profile. I'd get fucked raw, sure, but not take any loads. Then I met Gary, a fellow neg sex pig into all kinds of kink, including ws and fisting. I have really small hands and he noticed them at a sex party once and said they're perfect for fisting. We were partying pretty heavily and we got to playing and at some point I went from sucking his dick and rimming him to fingering him to being coached into inserting my whole hand into him by an older, experienced leather top guy who often played with him. "You ain't gonna hurt him. He loves it," the top told me. It was like our bonding experience. We started meeting up all the time and going to the baths together and picking up tops who wanted to get served by two slutty bottims at once. We shared all of our secret fantasies with each other and of course the attraction to POZ tops came up and the fact that we were both lurkers on bareback conversion sites. We started daring eachother to go further and further in our exploits. "I know a POZ guy 've been fucking around with for a long time. His t-cells dropped below a certain level once, and even now that he's better he's officially got AIDS. We should play with him," Gary told me one day. I said sure, that's way hot, let's do it. We had often agreed that the hottest guys are POZ and drooled over their profiles. Gary called his friend and arranged for us to get together a couple days later. We got piggy while servicing guys together before at the baths and at the park, like telling eachother to "really get that tongue up his ass," congratulating each other on how far we had gone. I knew this visit to his friend would be the ultimate dare, the final push. The guy's name was Ted. I had seen him around before, but we never messed around. "Gary told me all about you. Says you really like POZ guys." "Well, yeah, they're the hottest." So Gary talked about our innocent fantasies to him? We had the usual beers, weed, started getting down to action, both of us sucking his dick, then Gary sucking him as I rimmed him. The time came to fuck, and Gary started urging me to go ahead and let him fuck me. I normally took it raw as long as the guy pulled out, but as Gary was greasing up my hole with vaseline, he was telling me,"Take that fucking load, man. Fucking hot. Just go ahead and take it." He held poppers under Ted's and my nose. I was so horned up. Gary was sucking my dick as I got fucked and I was in pig heaven. Tod started fucking me deeper and harder, breathing louder. "Ah, fuck. Take my load, man," Ted said as he came. Gary was kissing me at that point, saying,"Take that fuckin' POZ load," and calling me every filthy name he could think of. "Fuckin' bug chaser. Fuckin' AIDS whore. I was jacked off to my last safe orgasm by Ted, who kept saying "There you go. Now you got it in you, Buddy." That fucking changed me forever. It just let me see how easy it was to take a POZ load. The next time was easier, and eventually I got Gary to take POZ loads, too. We were officially bareback bottom bug chasers.It made us the most popular guests at the sex parties. I ended up getting hepatitis, and that's when my blood tests showed I had sero-converted. I was strangely turned on, although too sick with hep to go out and celebrate. I had become known as the guy who would rim anyone; it had become my favorite sexual activity with strangers. That's probably how I got it. Gary got tested, and he learned he was POZ as well. Now we're the "two POZ bareback twinks" at all the parties. I take every and all loads. POZ and proud.

Near Home—January, 2024 Braydon, the furry cub I’ve been meeting and breeding at the bookstore, sent me a text, hoping to set up a date for the last few days of January. We talked about his coming to the playroom, but we both really liked his being available to other men while we were playing. We agreed to meet at the bookstore, on Tuesday at 1:30pm. I only mention the time as I went a little earlier to see what was happening. And what was happening was Braydon on his knees, sucking a cute college boy… The young man with a ponytail and glasses is standing against the back wall on the straight side. I move past them and sit in the cocksucker’s seat. I take out my dick and stroke to Braydon’s mouth skills. They are making the young man with the ponytail moan. Ponytail looks over at me. I nod. “Fuck his mouth,” I say softly. The guy grabs Braydon’s ears and does just that. The door opens. A man who stood behind me as I bought me ticket comes in. He is around my age and build. He wears a neck brace. He sees the action, moves behind Braydon and unzips. He is soon stroking a nice seven incher. Neck Brace finally sees me and comes over. I suck his cock. This seems to really excite Ponytail. He pumps into Braydon’s mouth faster and more forcefully. Neck Brace hears something in the hall outside the door. He pulls out of my mouth, shoves his cock back in his pants and takes off. Ponytail makes a move, too. He turns from Braydon and offers me his wet cock. He is not long, but quite thick. I suck him for a few moments. He pulls out, panting, and goes to his knees to taste me. Braydon stands up, never taking his eyes off Ponytail with my cock in his mouth. Braydon undoes his belt and fly. His pants crumple around his ankles. He turns and bends, holding on to the back of the bench in front of us. Ponytail stops sucking and looks at Braydon’s butt. I go to my knees and begin rimming him. Ponytail moves around and sticks his thick dick back in Braydon’s mouth. I rear up and my slick cock penetrates Braydon for the fist time today. He groans around the cock in his mouth, making the groan sound that much hotter. I fuck Braydon at a nice warm up speed. “You want to try his ass?” I ask. At that moment, Ponytail shoots in Braydon’s mouth. As the young man pulls out, Braydon turns. He kisses me, snowballing the load onto my tongue. I drool it out into my palm. “This cum needs to go in your ass.” I coat my dick with it and shove it into Braydon. Ponytail has stopped his clean up and just watches us, a look of sheer lust on his face as he sees his cum being fucked into the hairy hole… * I love the feel of the cum in Braydon’s hole, but I slow down the fuck as the young man leaves. Braydon swings around and cleans my dick. He has me sit down so he can really do it properly. He cleans my cock again, slowly and deliberately. He does the same for my balls, which certainly have some of Ponytail’s cream on them. Just like last time, he lifts my balls out of the way and tongues lower, taking in the sweat and scent of the very heart of me. He comes up for air, then does it all again. Eventually, we move to the gay theatre to see if there is anyone there. There isn’t. I have him drop his pants and I fuck him again. Hard and fast. I pull out and move to a chair. I unbuckle my pants and push them down to my ankles. “Taste yourself on my cock.” Braydon in on his knees, licking and swallowing me down. Now he has easier access to get under my balls. He spends a lot of time there. Once again, his tongue almost grazes my asshole, but not quite. He comes up for a breather. “I don’t know why your scent turns me on so. Love it.” “I love that you love it.” He talks a little about doing new things—and being turned on my someone’s smell and taste is new to him. I tell him I love his tongue all over me. We fuck once more. I sit back down and I don’t have to ask him to come lick me. He is all over my cock and my balls. He snakes down my perineum and this time his tongue hits my tight pucker. And stays there. He breathes deep…and begins to rim me for the very first time. I don’t know if he has done this with other men and I don’t care. But if not, he is a natural. He worships my ass. He can’t stop licking me. I encourage him to spit on my hole and lick that up, too. He loves that—and does it again and again, with no prompting. I am stroking with my eyes closed, letting his tongue wander all over me…Suddenly I open them. “I need to fuck you.” In a flash he is kneeling on the chair, his full, hairy ass arched beautifully. I dig in with tongue, returning the favor. I can still just taste the load from Ponytail. I spit it back into his hole. I stand up and slide in. Braydon gasps. My cock is rampant. I fuck him. My hips slapping his upturned ass. And I am there. I blast into him, spurt after spurt. I bend, holding onto his sweaty butt. I stay there for a long time. When I know my dick can stand it, I pull out and let him clean the mixed loads off my drooling cock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Braydon Explores Me...with His Tongue February 13, 2024

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

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

Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.

(A follow up to Lost in the Dark) OK, where to begin? Recently single and trying to figure out a few things about myself I had ended up cruising an old cottage out on some country lane. Late at night and in the darkness I had been stripped, fucked and loaded multiple times. Poppered up and horny as hell I had begged for their cum each and every time, even after they revealed they were poz and wanted to knock me up with their strains. I was so lost in the pleasure of being filled and used I didn't care. By the time I left the sun was rising and I had been truly wrecked by the men in that dark place. Several weeks later. The gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled into the small parking area. It was quieter than the last time I ventured here. Only a few cars spaced out around the bays in the darkness. I parked close to the small brickwork toilet block and shut down the engine. Sitting there in the relative silence I took stock. I knew why I was back. That hunger, that need couldn't be sated at home alone. I knew that. The fear that had kept me away, was also the fear that had kept me from seeing a doctor. Anyway it has been weeks since I lost myself in this exact same place, since I found myself also. No symptoms, no flu, nothing. I was fine and it was probably all just talk last time anyway. You want this, you want to feel like last time. You want to be the you that was in the dark. I stepped out of the car and walked straight through the pitch black of the doorway. As I walked in I could tell I wasn't alone in there. Echoing off the brickwork in the darkness came the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and a continuous, "Unh, Unh, Unh." An animalistic grunting that sent signals straight through me and made my cock immediately harden. I coughed softly as I walked in just so as not to startle who ever it was that was so eagerly engaged, but if anything the noises and the motions became more frantic. As I got closer, and with my eyes now adjusting to the darkness a little I could make out two men at the urinal. One was stripped and bent over with his hands pressed to the wall just as I had been on my last visit. The other was behind him his tracksuit trousers around his knees and his t-shirt hooked up over his head effectively revealing his whole body. The top was pounding hard, his hands gripping the hips of the bottom guy firmly. As I watched I couldn't help but rub myself. I too had worn a tracksuit this time thinking to myself that it would be easier to get in and out of. As I watched I pushed my trousers down and slipped them off leaving me naked from the waist down, my hand pumping up and down my cock with the same pace of the fuck show in front of me. The top motioned to me to step forward as his pumping hips continued to force grunts of pleasure from the bottom he was so eagerly fucking. Following his instruction I was quickly alongside him and he put his arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, never once breaking his stride as he fucked hard and deep into the guy bent in front of him. For my part I was keen to join in in any way I could especially if it meant receiving the same treatment as the one currently getting filled with what seemed a very generous dick. I happily pressed my lips to his and opened my mouth to let our tongues slide around each other. His fingers on the nape of my neck were squeezing and massaging me as we kissed which left me panting with passion. He too began panting but for other reasons as his exertions were reaching their peak. He broke our kiss but held me firm resting our forheads together as his body tensed. His hips were pressed firmly again the arsecheeks of the guy at the urinal and it was obvious he was unloading all the way up insde that well fucked hole. I felt a pang of jealousy wishing it was me receiving that hot creamy delivery but I was still insanely turned on to have been brought in closer to enjoy their coupling. Breathing heavily the top patted the back of my head and panted, "That was fucking hot mate. Wish you'd got here earlier we could all have enjoyed a bit more." I just nodded dumbly in the darkness sensing that this show was going to be over all too soon. The top slowly eased himself out of the arsehole he had just bred and I don't know what came over me. I needed more so I sank to my knees between them and wrapped my lips around his semi hard, cum covered cock and sucked and licked at him tasting everything of the recent fucking. "Oh fuck! You dirty cunt." With his cock in my mouth I couldn't really argue, especially with the use it had so recently been put to. But he was right. I was hungry and felt like being a dirty slut and I wanted to prove it to them both. I could feel him beginning to stiffen and he grabbed my head. I tried to prepare thinking he was going to shove his cock all the way down my throat, but I was surprised when he pulled completely out from between my lips. Before I could murmur even a sound of protest he turned me and pushed my face between the arsecheeks of his freshly fucked companion and told me to get my mouth to use. As I ran my tongue over the wet and opened fuckhole I reached up and grabbed those firm cheeks to spread them making it easier to press my tongue deeper inside. I heard an appreciative murmur from above and from behind me I heard the top address his buddy. "Fuck me this dirty fucker is a live one Tim. Push that load out and feed this pig what he needs." Almost instantly I felt the body of who I now knew to be Tim tense. His arsehole blossomed out as I sucked at him and I tasted the familiar salty sweet flavour of sperm as the last deposit was pushed out onto my waiting tongue. I lapped at his rosebud hole like a thirsty animal getting every drop of cum I could find; all the while Tim groaned from the sensation of my mouth working over his obviously tender opening. "Fuck, its too much, its too much!" Tim straightened up and moved away from my oral ministrations and stood there panting heavily with his slender cock dripping a copious amount of precum. I was transfixed by the glistening tip and made a move to take him into my mouth. He laughed and pulled away saying, "Sorry mate, I know you're hungry for more but you caught us right at the end. We have to be on the road." With that he grabbed the pile of clothes he had been standing over and moved to dress himself. "Tim's right I'm sorry to say. I really do wish we had more time because I would love to fuck that arse of yours." The nameless top apologised as he too began arranging his clothes. "Hopefully we'll catch you here again, but I promise you if you wait here it won't be long before you get what you want, especially with that arse of yours." He made an appreciative noise and playfully slapped my behind as he moved to leave. Following Tim he paused in the doorway and said to me, "John by the way. And I really do hope I get a go on your hole one day, I'd love to breed you good." With that he turned and left before I could respond and I was left in the darkened room still half naked with only the taste of his cum on my lips. I considered his words and decided I could stand to wait a little longer even if I didn't really think it would get better than I'd just had. I kicked my trousers to the side and stood exactly where Tim had so recently held position and I copied him exactly. Hands on the wall back arched and my exposed arse pushed back for anyone to find me, slutty and waiting.

Was feeling totally slutty and horny as hell y’day evening and decided it was too nice an evening to waste indoors. I put on my favourite black lycra running shorts and a blue compression sleeveless vest. Because i was feeling so horny and slutty i also put on a chrome cockring, just to have that feel of my cock throbbing. I put on my running shoes and off i went. Before i left i made sure my ass was, as usual, ready for any possible action. I took the run through a local park which has a forest area at the end of it. After my second lap i passed a really hot looking guy also jogging, aged in his 30’s, lean but muscular. He was wearing a tank top and compression shorts. I usually find that guys wearing compression shorts are advertising. As i passed him i looked back to have a discreet look at his ass (I’m a big ass man) and he had also turned to look back at me. We both nodded at each other and he smiled and then we just kept jogging on our way. I thought id lost him and was secretly cursing my luck, I was so horned up and in full slut mode (more a slut in training really, not a full slut yet!!) i could feel the sweat had built up nicely in my anus and i was so horned up. Nearing the end of my third lap i spotted him and he had stopped at a bench near the forest area and was stretching his leg up on the bench. Despite being a slut, i jogged slowly past him and gazed back. He was looking at me and smiled and lowered his hand to his crotch. Slut mode kicked in automatically and i turned and walked back to the same bench and began to stretch my legs too. He said “im going to cool down with a jog through the forest” and off he slowly jogged. I followed him, that delicious nervous jittering building up in my crotch and especially my cunt. He stoped deep in the forest and leaned up against a tree smiling at me. He pulled his lycra shorts down and hooked them under his balls. No further invitation being needed i dropped to my knees and hoovered up his sweaty balls while he jacked his thick shaft. He was muttering how good my mouth was on his balls. Then i motioned for him to turn around and i pulled his shorts down off his bubble ass and parting his cheeks i stuck my nose into his crack. I love the scent of a musky manly sweaty crack. After enjoying the aroma of his body i buried my tongue up his hole. He’s clearly top only because his anus was supertight and lacked the evidence of having been used. After feeding on his gorgeous anus i spun him around and sucked his cock (about 7.5”) into my mouth and gave him a good blowjob for about 10 mins. I was pinching my tits while doing this (i have V sensitive tits) and had pulled my compression shorts down off my ass and was fingering my sweaty cunt. Then i stood up letting him make the next move. He pushed me against the tree and spat on his cock while finger fucking my cunt. “You want my cock?” He asked. “Fuck me stud, breed me” i replied and pulled my compression shorts off and bent over for him. He lined his cockhead up against my dilated anus and pushed in. Was wishing i had poppers with me, but hey can’t have everything in these situations. Must remember that for next time. I think he was surprised how easily his cock was sheathed up my cunt. He fucked me for a good 10 min and said “I’m getting close. Where’d ya want my load?” I told him to breed me. To which he replied “hot fucking slut” and slammed in a few more times then unleashed his load. His sweat soaked chest pressed against my back as he had pulled me back onto his upper body, still wedged up my ass. He pulled out and i immediately knelt down and devoured his cock to clean it of my ass juices and his ball slime. “Amazing ass man, def wana breed you again” he said. “I could have a pal jogging with me next time if you like, bottom slut i fuck. He’d love to watch me fuck the hole off you while you suck him.” I told him sure id love that. So we arranged for same time next week. Cant fucking wait. Will bring poppers too. I jogged home with the scent of his anus up my nose and his load leaking out past the dilated wet lips of my cunt.

Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2