Halloween Sex

Lansing—October, 2018

It was Halloween night.  I thought I had avoided the bands of marauding costumed youngsters on the weekend when my tiny town had held seasonal activities for them.  But no, actual trick or treating was on the 31st.   I jumped in my car and lit out for the establishment that is a cross between bookstore and bathhouse.  If horny guys were attending costume parties, I figured that this is where they would go afterwards.   I arrived so I could check out the afternoon/after work crowd, take a dinner break and go back to see how the evening panned out.

I walk into the large back room area.  It’s dark.  Three television screens are showing all manner of straight porn in this largest cluster of old couches.  A couple of men are jerking to the anal fucking on the major screen.  I walk past the sling.  It’s actually in use with a large man getting fingered by a trucker.  I go down the ramp to the original area.  The slurp ramp is empty.  I check the four curtained alcoves that are interconnected by gloryholes.  They are all empty.  Two men are lounging, not even jerking, watching the gay porn.  The smallest room, usually with bi or trans porn, is empty.

I go back to the straight room.  I sit across from the best looking man.  I can watch him jerk and see the bi-sexual screen at the same time.    We make eye contact twice.  I’m getting a good vibe from him, but no out right “come do me” gesture.  And suddenly I lose to a guy in drag who’s just come in.  She marches right to him, kneels carefully in her platform heels and takes him down her throat.  I watch a bit, jerking—but now I’m focusing more on the porn.

A trucker comes in.  He leans on the stripper pole next to me.  He slowly unzips, his eyes locked on me and my meat.  He reaches beneath the fabric of his pants and cradles his mound with a beefy hand.  I move forward on my seat towards him—and he leaves—headed for the men still playing in the sling.

I decide to jerk in the small room—where I’ve always had luck.  I go back.  It’s a particularly nasty threeway sex on the screen.  While straight, it goes back and forth between two men on one girl and two girls with one guy.  I stroke all alone.  I am all about the hung top on screen who gives one girl a cream pie, which she feeds the other woman by letting it slowly drip out of her.

I am no longer alone.  A business type, about my age comes in and sits in the chair across from me.  There is a padded table between us.  He takes no time to get comfortable, but just hauls out his hardening cock.  I can’t see much of it— just the head, which, with the table between us, must mean it’s longer than average.  He loves the new scene of two men doing a DP on a petite Asian. 

Two other guys come in.  One is a college kid from the local university.  The other is mid 40’s and dressed like he’s had a long day on a construction crew.  They sit in the remaining chairs and instantly pull out their dicks.  All four of us jerk—our focus constantly changing from screen to each other.

But no one makes the first move.  Not even me.  I feel reticent here.  Every time I think I am getting ‘the look’ from the Construction guy, he stops jerking and looks anywhere else.  The kid is clearly nervous.  The Businessman looks at no one but the kid or the screen.

The tension is building.  I am sure others feel the sexual heat in the room go up.  The onscreen porn is helping: both men shoot internally in the woman with the DP.  As we all watch a massive amount of jism drip from her ass onto a black towel, the Businessman stand up and shoves his dick into the folds of his linen trousers. He leaves the room abruptly.  I look at the other two.  They have their eyes on each other.   I leave them to it.

The area around the slurp ramp has a few more men milling around.  I stumble on the Businessman in a dark corner behind the ramp.  He is sitting there, with his dick out and waiting.  For me.  I fall to my knees and take him to the root.

“Suck my dick, fucker,” he hisses at me.  “I saw you looking at me.” 

I take his long, thin cock down my throat.  I can actually lick at his balls with it lodged inside of me.  He sighs.  He rises, his dick still in my mouth, and begins to fuck my face.

“Well, look here…” It’s the Construction guy, with the college kid in tow.  They unzip.  The Construction guy pulls me off the Businessman and guides me onto his average, but rampant, cock.  He fucks my face, holding the sides of my head.  He wants none of my expert tongue work, he drives into me to unload.  He edges himself with my mouth—and stops just before he spurts and pushes me onto the college kid.  His dick is slightly bigger and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum.  He follows the lead of the other two and fucks my mouth.

And blows a load instantly.

“Fuuuuck!”  he croons as he shoots.  Rope after rope of rather bitter jizz.  I try to clean his dick, as he pulls out.  He won’t let me—he pushes my head back to the Construction guy. The Businessman jerks wildly now. Construction guy lets me suck with some expertise for a moment before he goes back to fucking my face.

He gives me a second load.  His is the exact opposite.  Rather sweet and watery.  He can also stay in my mouth and let me suck and lick every drop out of him.

The third orgasm is all over my left cheek and beard.  The Businessman spurts blast after blast of cum—a huge load covering me and some on the shaft in my mouth.  I move to clean him up, but he won’t let me.  I go back and taste the Businessman’s cum on the Construction guy’s balls.  He lets me—then has had enough and moves off leaving me kneeling on the floor dripping cum from my beard.

*****

Dinner and a break.

The place is much busier after 7pm.

The first man I meet after dinner is a short, nicely built Asian guy I have fucked here before.  Last time I had to coax him into the sling.  Not tonight.  We go directly there.  He strips, totally.  He tosses his white t-shirt into the sling to have something to lie on.  I get his legs into the stirrups, which in the process spreads his bubble butt, just asking for tongue and raw cock.

I drop to my knees and begin to rim.

“I love your tongue,” he whispers.  “I’d forgotten how good you are.”

This makes me lick and suck his close to hairless ass all the more. 

He is now pleading with me to fuck him.  “Give me that dick…”

I stand up and slip it into him.  He groans and tells me it’s bigger than he remembers…

I am fucking very slowly.  I can sense we have someone watching us from behind.  I begin building the fuck.  Long and hard strokes.  The chains begin to rattle.  The man in the sling throws an arm over his eyes so he can’t see anything.  No distractions.  He wants every ounce of stimulation to be about the feel of his hole.

“That is…so….hot…” he groans out between the slapping of my hips against his ass.  His hard cock is flopping around; he makes no move to touch himself as I fuck.  And fuck.  And fuck.  I have gone from cocksucker to ass breeder.  But I know I don’t want to cum yet.  I finally slow down.  I pull out and kneel to clean up his hole.  It’s my turn to groan.  He’s a terrific self luber.  His hole is creamy and slick.  I lick and swallow his juices down.

“You love that don’t you?”

I confess that I do as I help him out of the sling.  I also confess that I would love to eat someone else’s load out of him.

“I’d love that, if I see the right guy.”

I bend him over, chest on sling and fuck him again.  Telling him how I want to slide into him on someone else’s cum.  He actually strokes his cock as I say those words. 

This fuck is shorter.  I clean up his ass once more.  We kiss briefly…and he goes to scout for another top.

*****

I get my cock sucked at a gloryhole.

When I emerge my fuck bud pulls me aside.  “Check out the guy with the beard.”  He gestures to a man standing watching the Trans porn on a mini screen.  “I would love to take his cum for you.” 

The man in question is mid 30’s, with a thick growth of beard that is perfectly trimmed.  Even on this chilly night, he is wearing a shirt that shows off the hours he’s spent on his arms at the gym.  His jeans are tight and nicely mounded.  He notices us looking at him.  He grins, then remembers it’s sexier to glower, so he does.  And moves off.

“Follow him.  I’ll be at the sling.”

“Give me a few minutes to talk to him and then come find us.”

I follow him to the bathroom closest to the sling.  He’s pissing as I enter.  I go to the sink, and pull my half hard cock out of my jeans and wash my dick.  All for show.  And he notices.

“That’s a great cock,” he says, shaking off the last droplet of piss from his own sizable piece of meat.

“Thanks.  You too.” 

He makes no move to put his cock away.

Finally he says “Let me taste it.”

I move away from the sink and he bends to lick my wet dick.  He’s a good cocksucker.  And he likes what he has in his mouth for he kneels in front of me.

“I love this dick, man.”  His pants, never done back up, fall to his knees.  He pulls my cock out of his mouth, spits on his fingers and coats his hole with his own spit.  “Fuck me.  Right here.”  He stands and bends over, thrusting a beautifully toned, hairy ass at me.  He reaches behind him and guides my dick home.

“Fuck!”  It’s bigger than he expects.  It really stretches his hole.

I can’t believe I am fucking this man raw in the bathroom.  He’s used to my dick now, and shoves himself down to the root of my dick.  “Fuck yeah. I need this…”

I fuck him.  Slow and steady.  He jerks his big dick, which grows a little bigger as he does so.

“I have a hot bottom I’d love you to breed if you are versatile.”

He groans as I hit his prostate.  “Yeah, I’d like that, especially if you were up my ass while I did it.”

I fuck, reaching around and finding massive nipples under his Tee.

“He should be here in a minute,” I say.  “I told him to come find us.”

And indeed I can hear someone outside the curtained doorway.  I pull out of him.

“Fuck yeah,” he mutters.  He’s in total rut now.

The guy who comes through the doorway is not my Asian playmate, but a man I used to fuck years ago before drugs took over his life.  But the Stud has him bent over and pulls the guy’s jeans down with force.  The new guy is bewildered but totally up for a big dick.  The Stud pushes into the man’s ass (which, knowing him, more than likely has a load or two in it.)

I consider fucking the Stud, but just then the intended bottom walks into the scene.  He smirks wryly and comes to me.  He drops his pants to his ankles and we fuck our bent over men, side by side.  The sounds of fucking fill the small concrete room.

I still think I can salvage this:  “You want to switch holes?”

“Yeah,” says the Stud.  But before he can—“Fuck, I’m cumming!” and he fills up the other man.  The man who took the load swivels and cleans his cock, and leaves, doing up his pants.  The Stud is all sheepish and leaves us alone, too. 

My dick is still in place. “Back to the sling?”

“No.  Fuck me.  Right.  Heeeere!”  And he splatters a load all over the floor.

I hold him in place.  I barely have to move until I shoot.  His ass clings to me until he is satisfied that he took every drop of me…