Coitus Interruptus

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

Many readers love the entries about the house parties I attend in this area.  The host is a snow bird, so they are given only when he is in Indiana for the summer.  This year, every single party he threw was a night when I had to work late.  Until the one in October.  Even now, when I was living almost in his back yard, I knew I couldn’t get there until later than usual. 

I wondered if it was worth my time to go that late.  I got a text from Young Miguel:  “r u going to party tonight?”

I sent back I could if he was going, but that I couldn’t get there until 11:30 pm. 

The next message read:  “Good i want yur dick again.”

I arrive at 11:25.  There are still a good number of cars parked in the yard of his ranch house.  I go in and strip, zipping my clothes into my bag.  I leave on a jock and put my boots back on.  I do a quick tour.  The bedroom on the upper floor holds two bears giving each other head.  The hide-a-bed in what is usually a dining room, has a young man on his knees with a daddy dick in his mouth.  In the living room, another bear is stroking to porn.  But no Miguel.

I go downstairs.  I wave to the host at the bar.  No one is in the glory hole nook.  The couches in front of the porn projected on the wall are busy.  Men stroke themselves or the man next to them.  A couple lean over and take a neighbor's wet dick into their mouths.  But no Miguel.  I continue on into the back room.  The host has added a bed back here.  And it’s full of three cubs at play.  Two of them have sandwiched the third between them.  One gives him head as the other licks his ass.

I take my dick out and stroke as I watch them.  I want to replace the ass eater—I know I could do a better (deeper) job. The man in the middle reaches out and strokes my cock for me.  And Y Miguel comes around the corner.  He falls to his knees and takes my cock out of the Cub’s hand and begins to suck me.  To the root—repeatedly.

“Look at him take that cock,” chortles the Cub who was sucking.  “Damn!”

I let him go to town on my engorged dick.  Eventually, I pull him off and up.  We kiss.  I gently push him onto the bed with the other three guys.  He knows what I want—he gets on all fours.  I kneel behind that beautiful butt.  The former ass eater leans across Y Miguel and thoughtfully spreads his cheeks for me.  I plunge into his warm hole. 

“He’s hungry,” the ass eater says, looking on.  “What a hot ass.”  He squirms around on the bed to present his dick to Y Miguel.  The other two men go back to sucking.  Y Miguel hesitates.  I tell him to suck it.  He swallows the tiny dick to the root.

I spit into his hole one last time.  I rear up and get the head of my cock in Miguel’s ass.

“He’s going in bareback,” the former ass eater reports to the other two.

Y Miguel lets me fuck for a moment.  He then pulls away and rolls off the bed.  “Come on…”  He leads me out of the room, not wanting to show off any longer.  Every room he leads me to has fellow fuckers in it.  We end up in the back bathroom.  I lock the door at his request. 

He’s back on his knees.  He grunts in appreciation at the taste of his hole on my dick.  He gets me super wet, stands up and bends over, grabbing the counter top.  “Fuck me hard, Papi.  Fuck me like at the bookstore.” 

My dick slides home in one long thrust.  Y Miguel grunts his pleasure out and cracks open the poppers.  He inhales—then can’t find the cap.  The vapor fills the enclosed room.  We are both rushing now.  We fuck faster and faster. 

“Oh, fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck,” he chants.

I slap his ass.  It sounds deafening in the tiny room.

We slow down.

We stop only because neither of us want to come yet.

I tell him to go have some fun but to find me when he wants to get off.

I don’t see him again that night.

*****

I join the men watching the projected porn.  I suck two of them off—swallowing their loads.

*****

I take the tour again.  An adorable, dark haired cub and a bubble butted Black kid both in their early 30’s are sucking each other on the upstairs bed.  I’m invited to join.  They suck me singly.  They take turns on me.  I suggest one sucks me as the other sits on my face.  Everybody loves this idea.  The Bubble Butt is riding my tongue like it was a cock.  The Cub sucks me making the sexiest groans.

“You’ve got to sit on his face,” Bubble Butt tells the Cub.

They trade.  The Cub loves it.  Too much.  He shoots all over my chest.  Bubble Butt comes off my cock and licks up the load.  He feeds it to me without being asked.  We kiss and savor his spunk, back and forth, for long minutes.

“Will you fuck me?” he asks as we come up for air.

“Sure.”

He hands me a condom.  Shit.  I unroll it.  And we fuck.  But it is only ok.  We both know it.  Bubble Butt pulls off me, turns around and yanks the condom off my dick.  “Let’s do it right,” he whispers.

I re-lube and sink into his warm ass.  We both groan in unison—which makes us laugh.

We fuck in earnest.  I know it’s late and I really want to get off.  I am so damn close.

“Can I ride your cock?”

I almost say no, as I never cum that way, but I let him.  He sinks down on me and in three strokes he is firing all over my chest, too.  “Don’t worry, I can keep going,” he grunts out.  And he does.  I mop up some of his load, taste it.  I’m building nicely.  Maybe I can shoot…

And our host steps in.  “Don’t mind me…” He begins to tidy the room and chat.  It’s 1:00am and it’s time to leave.  The young man dismounts.  I thank him—and the host—and never do get off that night.