"Swallow, Don't Spit"

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A Busy Bookstore

 Jackson—April, 2024

It was Saturday.  The end of the month.  I was horned.  But I wanted to go somewhere different.  I finally decided on the bookstore that has re-modeled their video lounge into a play area with gloryholes and a medical table for fucking.  I packed a lunch and took off.

I arrived just before noon—and the place was packed.  I lucked into of the last parking spots.  I went inside.  The price had gone up.  Making small talk with the male cashier, I mentioned how surprised I was at the number of cars.  He told me that, lately, Saturdays there had been incredibly busy.  I thanked him and went through the door into the darkened lounge…

 

Men are everywhere.  Right now, they are all in my age range—plus or minus 10 years.  There is a man openly jerking to trans porn.  Two more are doing the same thing to old gay videos.  One of the three gloryholes booths has the door closed.  I walk around to the ramp behind the booths—and there is a man, his entire body pressed against the wall, obviously enjoying himself.

I go piss in the bathroom, then walk down the narrow hall.  There is a blow job happening in the next room.  I walk down to the room with the medical table.  A small orgy is in progress.  A man in his early 50’s (who I have fucked here in the past) is fully naked and lying on the table.  He is flanked by two men, one who he’s blowing and the other one he’s jerking.  A third man is sucking the naked guy.  Across the room, a man is seated in a chair.  His cock is being sucked by a man on his knees and another man is in the seated guy’s mouth.

I take out my dick.

The naked guy sees me, when he comes up for air, and smiles.  I think he remembers my dick.  The naked guy asks the guy to stop sucking.  The sucker won’t.  He must be good.  For as I move closer, the naked guy shoots in the sucker’s mouth.

He asks me to fuck him anyways…but it’s a lost cause.  I try to get into him, but he decides he’s done.  He gets dressed and leaves.  I turn my attention to the guys in and surrounding the chair.  The guy getting head from the seated guy pulls out of his mouth.  I take his place.  The guy has a good mouth.  I let him have his way with my cock.

We change around.  The guy on his knees gets up and feeds the chair guy.  I suck chair guy.  Then we rotate again…until we have each had the other two dicks.  And just as fast we go our separate ways.

I am now looking at a bearded man, a few years my elder.  He has a skinny guy leaning on the now vacant medical table.  The bearded guy has the most beatific look on his face as he sucks.  I watch, stroking.  The bearded guy pulls off him and motions for the guy to turn around.  He’s hesitant, but he does.  And the bearded guy begins to eat his ass.  I have rarely seen such hunger in a public place.  I actually stop watching and let them have a private moment…

*

I am standing on the slurp ramp and have my cock through the middle gloryhole.  There are men on either side of me being serviced through the other two holes.  I have a very hungry mouth on me, but he can’t seem to stop raking his teeth across my big, flared cock head.  I look at the guy to my left.  He grins and we switch holes.  The new mouth is velvety and wonderful.  I grab the top of the wall, my body flattened against it, and hang on as he swallows me down…

*

I cruise around.  There is a shaved head guy I have played with before undressing at the medical table.   He nods to me.  We chat as he folds his clothes and places them under the bench.  Soon, I am eating his ass.

“Stick that big cock in me.”

I keep eating as I finish lubing myself up.  I stand and slide in.  He takes me easily.  I am guessing he uses a lot of big toys.  I fuck hard.  And suddenly I feel it.  He is no longer clean.  He’s left water deep inside and I have been churning it.  He tells me I’m crazy—that he cleaned out.  I tell him not to move as there is actually shit on the floor from when I pulled out.

I clean up.  I clean up the floor and send him home.

I go out to eat my lunch—hoping this is just a hiccup in an otherwise good day…

*

I go back inside.  The age range is now wider.  Men in their 30’s and 40’s play with each other and occasionally with some of the older crowd.  I am sitting in the straight sex nook.  But the sex that is happening is very gay.  The bearded sucker/rimmer is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth is wonderful.  And the beard is great on my balls.

“Lick my balls with that talented tongue.”

His eyes light up with my words of praise.  And he does just what I ask.  Treating each hairy orb individually to a loving tongue bath.  He stops only long enough to look up at me, his eyes searching my face to see if he is pleasing me.

“I love your tongue,” I murmur.

He goes right back and digs under my balls with it.  Finding my cock ring and starting to trace the metal with the tip of his tongue.

“I saw you eat that guy’s ass.”

He stops licking and looks at me.

“You like to lick a man’s butt hole?”

His face glazes over.  Looking almost like he’s cumming.

“You want to eat this top’s ass?”

I don’t wait for an answer.  I stand up, drop my pants to my knees and turn around.  I reach back and pull his hairy face into my ass crack.  He makes the sexiest sound in the back of his throat as his tongue finds my hole…

*

Shaved Head is back from a second round of clean out.  I fuck him…but my mind is still seeing the scene before.  I fuck him long enough to make him feel the trip home to the shower shot was worth it.

I suck some dick myself.   But not for long.  The guy is soon on me.

Bearded Man comes by, the moment my wet cock is free.  We are now in the room next to the bathroom.   He is on his knees and taking me deep.

“You want to lick my ass, again?” I whisper.

He nods. 

The pants drop.  I turn and bend, holding onto the chair arms.  He gets deeper into me, grunting out his pleasure.   Damn, he’s good.  I can’t stop jerking myself as he rims me.

And I’m there.  I turn and make it into his mouth just in time.  He makes the most sensual noises as he swallows the outpouring from my cock.  Spurt and spurt.  Until my legs are unsteady and I grab his shoulders…

Re-Post: Forced Entry

 

My writing time for today needs to be directed to another project.  I have delved back into the huge backlog of old posts for an entry many of you may not have read.  It is a role play rough fuck from 2014. 

I was working out of state and a f-bud, Bill, asked me to help him work over a sub.  He gave me specific instructions which added greatly to the heat of the scene. 

Here is the link to Forced Entry.

 

This is not us, of course—but it does capture the intensity of two men using a third for their own pleasure.

Chance Meetings

 

Near Home—April, 2024

I wrote up a post on April 25 about an active bookstore session.  (It’s here if you want to look at it again.)  The piece concluded with my actually being able to get off in a talented cocksucker’s mouth.  The next day, a Friday, I went back to the bookstore and there was the same young man, coming through the door, moments after I sat down in the cocksucker’s seat…

 

His eyes light up as he sees my hard cock.  Only then do his eyes come up to my face.  I smile.  He grins and unzips.  He pulls out his hefty ebony seven incher.  I would love to get that thing in my mouth, but I don’t want to slow him down.  He is already kneeling between my spread legs.  For a long moment, he just looks at my dick.  His left hand hefts my balls.  His right is busy working his own cock.

“Daddy, I could suck this thing all day.” 

His hand leaves my balls and turns his baseball cap so the brim is to the back.  He leans in and inhales.  “Damn, your balls smell great.”

“Lick them.”

He bends and does just that.  His talented tongue being soothing and arousing at the same time.  He licks one orb.  And the other.  He knows better than to try to get both into his mouth at once.  But one disappears with gentle sucking.  It emerges and the second goes in, treated to that ever-moving tongue.

I stroke my dick while he does this.  When he releases the second ball from his mouth, I lift them and nudge his head down to lick the top of my perineum.  He does.   Enthusiastically.  And murmurs “You taste so good…”

He finally stops licking and gently knocks my hand away from my cock.  I want to kiss him—but I don’t, not quite sure how he’d react.  His mouth, instead, covers my cock head.  He moans, sending shivers through it.  He sinks down.  And down.  Taking every inch.  Deep into his throat.

He moans.  My dick loves the vibrations.  He comes up for air and begins sucking me in earnest.  My hands find his nipples.  I play with them idly, with a tee-shirt between us.  He seems to like this—though I can’t tell if his sigh is from tweaking his nips or from the pre-cum leaking out of my cock.

I let him do whatever he wants with my cock.  There is lots of deep throating.  Lots of just my cock head in his mouth while his busy tongue roams over it.  Once he holds my balls and just licks up and down my shaft.

I have this urge to fuck his face.  I want to see that pretty face get used.  I stand up, never taking my dick out of his mouth.  He goes right with me.  I begin slow.  A leisurely face fuck.  He groans out his approval.  I speed up.  Slowly.  A little at a time.  My balls are now slapping his chin on each fuck stroke.  His hand is working furiously on his own dick.  I grab his ears and pump a little harder.

He lets out the longest moan since we’ve started.  I suddenly realize I just made him shoot.

He’s apologetic.  I know he wanted my load again—but this time I was just starting my time here, not looking for a way to finish.  His cock has released a massive load on the linoleum.  I step to the side so he can get up.  I want to clean his dick, but he is wrapping it in paper towel before I can offer.  I thank him, he grins and shoves his wrapped up dick into his pants and leaves…

*

The place is pretty empty.  The door had not opened once as he sucked me.  No one seems to be around now either.  I sit and stroke to the video, my boots straddling the load he left of the floor. 

Finally, the door opens.  It’s Braydon, the cum pig.  We are both surprised.  Neither of us had let the other know we were coming.  He moves to go to work on me, but I stop him from kneeling in the puddle of cum. 

We go next door.  I drop my pants so Braydon’s tongue has full access to my cock, balls and ass.  He steps out of his pants altogether.  Bare ass, he kneels and begins licking and sucking.  He, also, starts on my balls.  He licks the still wet orbs.  I tell him more about the guy who was just on me.  This seems to excite Braydon.  He lifts my nuts, and licks under them.  Then the top of the perineum.  But he is not ready to rim me today. 

Instead, he works up my shaft and gets my cock wet.  Works the piss slit.  Licks the whole head relentlessly.  He deep throats me effortlessly.  Repeatedly.  Then he does it again, making himself gag.  And again.  He leaves vast strands of deep throat spittle on it. 

“I’ll use for lube.  Get up on your knees.”

He pulls one of the chairs around and kneels on it, jutting his hairy ass towards me.  I finally get to use my mouth.  I kneel, pull apart his cheeks and my tongue finds his hole.  He moans and tells me to eat him out.  I do.  Leaving vast amounts of spit behind.

I am so ready to fuck.

I stand up and slide inside him.  I start slowly—but it’s not for long.  I am pounding him in moments.  Only once does the thought cross my mind that I want to fuck that first young man just like this…

I pull out.  I move to Braydon’s mouth.  He hungrily cleans my cock.

I move around and eat his wet hole again.  I have a flash of eating the young cocksucker’s ass.  An ass I’ve never even seen.  But my cock likes the image I have created.

I keep hoping someone will walk in, but no one is around.  Braydon is not going to get a dick to suck today as I work him over.  I stand up.  I am surprised I am so close to shooting.

“I think I’m gonna cum…” I blurt out. 

“Give it to me.”

I do.  Spurt and spurt.  I fill up his ass with my spunk.

I recover for a moment, marinating his butt.  Holding onto his hips.  Finally, I pull out. 

I taste my handiwork, licking up a dribble of jizz dripping from his hole.  I move around, once my cock can stand it, and give him my dick to clean up…

Bear Naked Chicago (Conclusion)

 Chicago—April, 2024

(Picking up where we left off…)

I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years.  I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar.  I touch his shoulder and he turns to me.

“Well, well…” he murmurs.  “Excuse me,” he says to the man he is talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat.

He is likely half my age.  His skin tone is a deep, dark brown.  The black curls on his head are much longer than they were than when we first met.  He is short, lithe and a sex pig with a true bubble butt.  We’d met at CLAW, many years ago, just as he was starting his sex pig journey.  For a time, we had met a couple of times a year at various sexual functions.  I hadn’t seen him since Covid—and now he is sucking my cock to the root and making the most delicious moans around it.  

Max come up for air.  He stands.  We kiss.  He shares the precum he’s collected.  “I need you to fuck me,” he says, coming out of the kiss.  “Right now.”  He grabs the shoulders of the man he was talking to and juts out that bubble butt.  It’s my turn to go to my knees.  I bury my face deep into his hole.  My tongue finds his ass lips.  They are puffy from recent use.  This makes me eat him out with even more enthusiasm. 

“Put that big cock into him,” says the guy he’s holding on to.

I stand up and slide in.  Max let’s out a groan.  The guy he’s balancing against holds him tighter.  I begin to fuck.  Hard.  Knowing he can take it.  Max groans out “That’s the dick I remember.  Fuck me!”

I slam into his bubble butt again and again.

“May I?” asks the guy holding him.  He is rock hard from holding Max and watching me fuck.  I pull out.  Max turns and holds on to me as the other guy slides into him.  “Now that’s a hot hole,” he moans as he bottoms out inside Max.  He begins a slow fuck as I hold Max in place.  I watch the concentration on his face as he works his ass to give maximum pleasure to the guy inside him.

Finally, we take it to the sling at the back.  I fuck him.  Then the other guy.  I go up him again while the other guy finds a friend of his who loves ass.  The third guy fucks him before we all separate.

Keshawn finds me.  He likes what he saw all of us doing.  We have another round in the sling.  His ass is wetter yet…

*

“I’ve watched you.  You’re the one I want to fuck the cum out of me.” 

The speaker is standing by the emergency exit in the back wall.  He is a true bear—hairy chest, hairy thighs and a remarkably long beard.

“Sure.  Where?”

“Right here is fine.”  He steps into a tight corner formed by the back wall and the bar.  He bends over.  His big ass is incredibly hairy—both cheeks and even more in the crack.  I kneel and begin feasting on his butt.

“That’s what I saw you do.  Eat me out.  Make me cum…”

I can feel him jerking his dick.  I really want to keep eating his ass, but I will myself to stand up and fuck.  It takes a couple of minutes—I can’t tear myself away from the furry hole on my tongue.  I finally stand and enter him.  It doesn’t take many thrusts before he is moaning out his orgasm.  I reach in front, trying to get some of his jizz on my hand.  I want to smear it on his hairy crack and lick it up.  But it’s all on the floor.  I pull out.  He’s too dazed from his orgasm to even think about cleaning my cock…

*

I see Max.  He is still with the good-looking white guy from the bar. They are making out near the sling.  The guy notices me and motions me over.  We have a threeway kiss.  Then it’s threeway cocksucking—with Max working the two of us.  Then the other top joins him on my dick.  After a bit, I take a turn when the top stands up, sharing his dick with Max. 

I pull off the guy’s cock.  “I really want to do this after you fuck Max.”

He gives me an evil grin.  “Let’s do it.”

The sling is in use.  Max leans against the wall.  I fuck him first.  Then the good looking top.  I go to my knees and suck his wet cock the moment he pulls out.  It is an ass jizz overload—every flavor I love of Max’s ass is on his cock.  I can’t get enough.  The top understands.   He pulls away, fucks Max’s ass a few more strokes and gives it to me again.

“You taste the load my buddy gave him?”

Honestly, I can’t.  But just the thought of it adds heat to the moment.  I finally stop cleaning his cock and fuck Max again.  Hard.  Slamming into that bubble butt.  I stop.  Winded.

Max whirls around and cleans me as I sit on the ledge.

“You know, says the top. “I can be vers.  Let me feel that cock in me.  Just go slow.”

I am up for the challenge.  He leans against the wall.  Max watches me go to my knees and stick my tongue up the Top’s ass.  This guy is so much tighter.  But he opens with my probing tongue.  I add more lube to my dick than usual.  I stand up and work it into him.  Inch by inch.  I can hear him jerking as I do it—and then he stops and begins to pant.

“How does it feel?” asks Max.

“Like I have a railroad tie up my butt.”

Max laughs. 

I smile and begin to pump.

And just as I’m reaching speed, he wriggles around and we disengage.  He swallows my cock cleaning me up for the next guy…

*

“The sling’s free.” 

Keshawn has found me.   We head to the back wall.  The party is beginning to wind down.  Guys are getting off and getting dressed.  Keshawn hops in the sling.  I go to my knees the moments his feet are up on the chains.  His hole is incredibly puffy.  I take the ass lips into my mouth.  He’s been busy.  I get a dribble of someone’s cum on my tongue.  I moan and swallow and dig deeper.

“Fuck me!”

I reluctantly stand up.  My cock is tingling.  I’m pretty sure I’m going to load him.  I slide into his wet, cummy hole.  I fuck.  Hard.  My hips slapping Keshawn’s hot ass.

I slow to take a hit of his poppers.  I want to breed.  Now.

And in seconds I am spewing a round of cum into him.  He is watching my face—and knows I’m unloading in him.  I hang on the sling frame for a moment.  I go to my knees and clean up some seed dribbling out of him.  And realize that while my balls emptied, I didn’t have that totally over the top, every nerve-jangling-orgasm. 

My cock is still hard.  Keshawn is making a move to get out.  I help him.  And hug him.

I go hunting for Max.  He is blowing a white man who looks older than me.  He is kneeling before the guy.  Just a touch of my hand on his hips, makes him stand up.  But he never stops sucking. 

I eat his well-used ass.  My cock is still telling me it wants more.  Needs more.  He wants to put some seed in this butt, too.

I stand up.  It’s a short fuck.  But brutal.  Even with all his skills, Max has to stop sucking for a moment, I am plowing him so hard.

And it’s there.  The full thing, this time.  The nerve endings light up.  I empty the little jizz that’s left in my balls.  I collapse on his back…

Bear Naked Chicago: (Part One)

 Chicago—April, 2024

 

Keshawn had been after me for a long time to join him at a Bear Naked Chicago event.  I had played with the group at least once before—some years before I’d started the blog.  I’d had fun, but it somehow wasn’t special enough to warrant the drive into Chicago.

But work gigs had taken me out of going to the watersports party for two months running.  I had the date of BNC available—so I went.  It was an easy drive into the city, even with some slow traffic on the congested interstates through downtown.  I found parking near the bar.  (This gathering was held in the same bar as the watersports group.) 

I checked my coat a few minutes before the doors opened to the back bar.  I saw Keshawn come in and talk animatedly to a group of men he knew.  He spotted me at the other end of the front bar and came over to give me a hug.  In moments, the doors to the back opened and we went in…

 

I strip down and put my clothes in the gym bag I’ve brought.  Other men are stowing theirs in garbage bags provided by the hosts.  Many men are totally naked but for something on their feet.  I check my bag, dressed in just boots and a jock.  The coat check guy smiles and gives me my ticket.  On the other table near him are boxes and boxes of pizza.  I had forgotten this aspect of the event.  And the Bears certainly do love their pizza.  For the first 30 minutes, it is a much more social, then sexual group.

I am sort of at loose ends.  I don’t want to eat before sex.  I am not much of a drinker.  I watch porn projected on the wall and wait for the action to begin.

“You look like you need a good cock sucking…”

I turn.  A man, a good ten years older than I, is standing just behind me.  I smile and nod.  He goes to his knees, slowly, before his eager mouth engulfs my semi-hard cock.   He’s good warm up head.  I look around.  Across from me, near the bar, there is another pair of men doing the same thing.  There is a knot of men close to the sling in the back corner, but no one is in it.  To my left, two men are working on a third.

The men are all types.  Many, certainly, fit the bear mold.  But there are also many who are younger and thinner who love meaty men.  They all seem to love group play.  I help the guy up off the floor—his knees are killing him.  Now, hard and swinging, I move to the group at the back.  A tall Asian, one of the youngest men here, is fucking a big beefy bear.  The men surrounding them are enjoying the fuck—stroking themselves or the guy next to them.  Keshawn arrives and pulls me over to the sling.  He hops in.  I kneel and my tongue gets re-acquainted with his hole.   I lube up as I rim.  In one movement, I stand and insert.  Keshawn moans, as his eyes close and his hole opens.  I hold—and fuck.  Long and slow.  Warming up that ass. 

The chains of the sling clank happily, attracting a few men to come watch us.  When Keshawn needs a break, I help him out and a blond man, around my age, and asks if he can have some of the same.  He gets in and I go to my knees.  I need to pull apart his ample ass cheeks to get to his hole.  I love the way they press on me when I let go.  My tongue makes the guy groan.  He tells me he loves the feel of it.  Eventually, I stand.  I work into him slowly.  Inch by inch.  He uses some poppers—and I slide home. 

“Fuck me hard.”

I do just that.

Until he begs me to stop…

*
There are large screens that hang from the ceiling, cutting off the rest of the bar to give some slight privacy to a sitting ledge that runs along one wall.  Behind it, I find the tall Asian fucking the guy who gave me warm-up head.  My former cock sucker is moaning, and telling the young man how good he feels in his ass.

I stand and stroke, thinking I might go up him next.  When the Asian pulls out, the bottom goes to the bar for a drink.  Instead, the Asian kneels and begins sucking my cock.  I stand for a few moments as he works on me.  He reaches up and grabs my hips, guiding me to a sitting position on the ledge.  Now he really go to town on me.  Cock, slit, balls, and under them, all have their moment with his active tongue.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs as he leaves the now very wet balls and moves back up my shaft.  I offer to do the same to him—but he declines.  A little later, as he comes up from a deep throat, panting, I tell him I would really like to eat his ass.  I think for a moment he is going to let me, but instead he moves away to grab a friend a large, very hairy bear.  The Asian bends the guy down to suck my cock, still wet with his own saliva.  He proceeds to fuck him.  Fast and hard.  The guy is fucked down, deeper on my cock, with every stroke.

“Trade,” he grunts as he pulls out.  I stand and fuck the hairy hole as the bear cleans the Asian’s cock.  Hungrily and with true passion.

“Again.”  We switch.  The bear sucked me quite well before, but now he can’t get enough of his ass jizz on my cock.  He is ravenous.

The two of us keep trading off on him…

*

I fuck Keshawn.  This time with him standing up and leaning against the bar.  It’s brief—as we both move off to find others.  We do it repeatedly throughout the playtime.

I move behind the screens again.  Four men are all bent over, supporting themselves on the ledge.  Two tops are working their way down, fucking each of them.  They wave me over.  I stick my dick into the hole just left by the second guy.  The men under us are all older bears.  They are loving the sequential fuck; I love this first ass.  I’m pretty sure he’s loaded as he is incredibly wet.

The top leading the way, a young white man in his 30’s, signals us he’s going to shift.  He moves down one.  I see his nice seven incher disappear into the third ass.  The Black man next to me, likely in his 40’s, pulls out, too.  He moves over one ass.   So, I do, too.

This ass feels totally different.  Drier.  And tighter.  To the point I add more lube.  We fuck.  The bottom who now has no dick, moves slightly so he can watch the other three get fucked.  Then, realizing what’s in store, gets up and kneels at the end of the line.  He wants to taste all those asses on each of our dicks.

We shift again.  The young white guy lets his dick be cleaned.  He groans more at the man’s mouth than he did while he was fucking.  The two of us left, keep fucking, smirking at each other. 

The Black top pulls out and shoves his slippery cock in the waiting mouth.  I go up the last ass.   When the top pulls out of the guy’s mouth, I pull out of the fourth ass.  I present my dripping dick to the kneeling man.  His eyes are glazed.  He slobbers over my cock, still delighting in the mix of flavors and just the taboo nature of it. 

Finally, he pulls off me and goes to the bar.  Two of the other men have moved on, too.  The last of the four, the one I was up the least amount of time is still there, bent over.  I kneel and surprise him with my tongue.  Fuck.  No wonder the cock cleaner was so dazed.  I love the mix of juices myself.  I tongue him…making him moan.

I stand up and fuck him again.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough that he asks me to slow down.  I do—and pull out.  He spins around and cleans me up.

I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years.  I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar.  I touch his shoulder and he turns to me.

“Well, well…” he murmurs.  “Excuse me,” he says to the man he is talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat…

 

(More to come)

Bears In the City

 I have run out of writing time today. 

I should be typing up a post about my trip into Chicago.  Keshawn wanted me to come join him for a Bear Naked Chicago play party.  I had been to a BNC gathering at least once before, but it was before I was writing this blog.

I promise to get to it as soon as possible.