Two Asses on Offer: Miguel Vs. Miguel

Northwest Indiana—October, 2017

I got a message from my friend Ryan that Miguel (who we’d recently fucked, bred and felched at one of the bookstores) was going to be back there on a Saturday afternoon.  Not only was he going to be there, but another of Ryan’s regular f-buds—and one who I had used at a number of the Indiana house parties—was coming as well.  Confusingly, he is also a Miguel…so for this particular post we will have Miguel (the open hole we recently filled) and Young Miguel. 

Yes, something to be thankful for as I write on this Thanksgiving Day…dueling bottoms who both want my cock and cum.

We are meeting up at the bookstore closest to where I am staying—the one that has a Cinema on one side and an arcade on the other.  I get there before any of them.  I have time for a little warm up before the main event.  I go into the cinema side.  There is one man standing in the back.  He’s the Young Man with the Scraggily Goatee and the beautiful uncut cock who I sucked during an earlier visit.  POST.  Today, he wears a Harley Davidson cap which suits him well.  He grins as he sees me come in and offers me his cock.  I kneel quickly and take him to the root as I open my own trousers.  He lets me work his foreskin until he’s drooling pre-cum.

Soon he’s pumping his cock into my mouth—but stops just before he cums.  He pulls out.  “Would you let me suck yours?” 

Well, hell, yes!  I stand up and let this guy go down on me.  He isn’t opening wide enough at first, but gets the idea fast.  He’s good once he gets going.  He pulls off me.  “You gonna give me your cum?”  I shake my head—but he goes back to work, hoping I won’t be able to help myself.  He is stroking himself as he sucks my bigger dick.  Suddenly he stands up and grunts “Take my load.”  I fall to my knees and get every drop of his cum.  He thanks me and leaves. 

I stand up and Ryan comes in as I’m licking my lips.  He’s spread the word to both bottoms to buy the combined package so we can fuck in more comfort over here than in a cramped booth.  For now, we wander the arcade.

When I go to cross back to the Cinema, I’m told by management they have closed it for a re-wiring issue.  I guess we’ll be fucking in the booths after all.

Young Miguel arrives first.  He finds me in the corridor.  Ryan has ducked into a booth, YM and I find another.  He is looking great.  Maybe 30—likely 27 or 28—he is taller than I remember, 5’10 or so.  His chest has filled out from hard work at the gym.  And he’s still ravenous for big dick—especially big white dick.

He falls to his knees.  “Thank you, Papi.” My cock fits effortlessly into his mouth.  His eyes look up into mine.  He sucks me until I’m dripping.

“Get my balls.”  He does.  Tonguing them with broad, wet strokes which mat the hair.  I pull him off me and up so we can kiss.  He opens his pants.  They drop to the floor, the belt buckle hitting the floor loudly.

He knows what I want—and I think he wants it every bit as much.  He kneels with his right leg up on the bench, jutting his brown ass right at me.  I kneel and taste him.  His hole gives way to my tongue with only slight resistance.  I am deep inside—leaving him as wet as possible for my raw cock.  He grinds his nearly hairless crack against my beard.

“That feels so good,” he whispers.

I work harder at making sure my beard caresses every inch of the crevice between his cheeks. I zero in on his hole once more.  It’s now wet and pliant.  I am so ready to get my cock in him.

“Fuck me…”  Y Miguel is ready, too.

I stand up and slowly work my flared head into him.

“Oh, shit,” YM grunts out.  “Fuckin’ daddy cock.   Give me all of it.”

I keep right on sliding up him.  I pause for a moment.  And Young Miguel starts fucking himself on my rigid dick before I can begin the back stroke.  I let him impale himself.  I knock his jerking hand away from his own dick, for I don’t want him to shoot too soon.  When he slows down, I take over, pummeling his upturned butt.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste his hole again.  His ass is super wet and his ass lips are beginning to plump. 

“That is so nasty…” he hisses as my tongue pushes into the hole my cock just vacated.  My goatee is soon damp with his ass juices.  I spit and probe as deeply as I can.  I rise and enter him.  Roughly.  Daddy is in charge now.  And he wants to fuck.  Hard.  So hard that Y Miguel’s head hits the cheap plywood wall.

I stop.  I pull him up into a kiss.  I press his shoulders down.  I want him to clean my cock.  He hesitates, but licks the head on my dick.  Once he realizes how good he tastes he is lapping up every inch of my cock.

“Fuck—I taste good.”

I pull Young Miguel off me and up into an embrace.  “Why do you think I spend so much time eating your ass?”

We kiss once more and he reluctantly let’s me go find the other guys.

*****

I find them.  In the back booth—the one with two gloryholes.  Ryan has left the door open.  He is fucking Miguel who is sucking a small cock sticking through the glory hole.  With the Cinema out of bounds, we will never get the Miguels side by side so we can switch off on them as Ryan and I hoped.  Four people will never fit in one booth.  Three is tight and this back booth is one of the larger ones.  The cock in the wall pulls out of Miguel’s mouth.  Ryan has his back to me, but he knows I’m there.  He turns and asks if I want a turn.

I don’t answer.  I simply kneel.  Ryan pulls out and shoves his ass slicked cock in my mouth.  I clean it.  Miguel tastes just as good (though totally different) than the younger man.  I switch from sucking Ryan to exploring Miguel’s hole with my tongue.  The cock, or maybe it’s a new one, pokes through the hole.  Miguel sucks it down.  He is rewarded with a load before I’m done rimming him.  He spits some of it into his hand.  I stand up and he coats my dick with it.

“Yeah, fuck that cum into him,” Ryan hisses.  I slip easily into his used hole with all that cum.

“He take any other loads?” I ask Ryan.

“Not yet,” he says, shaking his head. 

I fuck Miguel hard.  He keeps his mouth right by the gloryhole, hoping for another dick. I am frothing the cum I’ve driven into Miguel.  I pull out and let Ryan sample it.  He cleans my dick and I plunge back in.  I fuck him hard enough that you can hear my hips slapping his ass throughout the store.  I could so easily load this man—right here, right now.  But I gave him my load last time.  I really want to give it to Young Miguel.

I pull out and push Ryan’s face into the frothy mess that is Miguel’s ass.  Ryan licks him clean as I back out of the booth. 

*****

I can’t find Young Miguel.  I wonder if he has found someone he wanted. 

I piss. And on the second circuit I find Y Miguel opening a door quite close to where we were playing.  I ask if he had any fun when I was gone.

He shakes his head.  “No, Papi.  I want your dick and your cum.”

He strips.  Totally this time and folds his clothes on his shoes and tucks them under the bench.  My fatigues are around my ankles—the boots won’t let them come off easily.  I kneel and taste his ass again.  I slather it with saliva.

“Fuck me hard, Papi.  Make me feel it tomorrow at church.”

Oh, fuck. There’s a line to make my cock drip.  I spit one last time in his hole and stand up.  Y Miguel guides my cock into his ass.  I am moving very slowly—on purpose.  Every movement makes both of us squirm or shake.  I sink into him again.  For a moment I think he’s taken a load, he is so damn wet, but the smell is all him—that same ass lube I have all over my beard.  I fuck him slowly.  Disregarding his demands for me to go faster.  I pump his hole in half time.  And Y Miguel is literally shaking as I do it.

“Please…”

And I let him have it.  I am suddenly on turbo drive.  I pound his ass as hard as I’ve ever fucked anyone.  His hands fly up against the wall, off his dick, supporting himself against the railing he is receiving.  I pull out.  Brutally.  It leaves his hole gaping.  I kneel and taste it.

“Ahhhhhh…!!”  Y Miguel moans.

I taste myself in the mix of ass lube and pre-cum.  It triggers my orgasm.  I plunge back into his hole—unloading a two day load into him.  I shudder each time his ass grips my tender dick.

We marinate a long time.  My arms still wrapped around him from behind.

“Clean my dick,” I whisper in his ear.  “Taste my load.”

He doesn’t move.  I pull halfway out, swipe my index finger across my cum streaked dick and bring it up to his mouth.  He suckles the finger clean.  Only then does he break the embrace and pull off me so he can taste every drop clinging to my spent cock…

*****

In the car I text Ryan to find Miguel in booth 8 so he can felch my load.