Two Couples at Cum-Union

Indianapolis—November, 2024

I really like working for the company where I am currently doing a two-month gig.  But it’s a good thing that I don’t mind changes to my schedule, for it alters daily.  Once again, with absolutely no warning, I was told I was not needed for the evening work session we had mapped out at the top of the week.  I suddenly had a Saturday night off.  And it just happened to coincide with Cum Union night at the bathhouse.  I got in my car…

 

The parking lot is busy, but not full.  It is 8pm; it might be slightly early for some.  I get a locker, strip and take a tour.  No one is in either the sauna or the steam room.  I nod to one man in the shower who is washing someone’s cum load off his chest.  No one is in the glory hole area.  There is one man watching porn on the bank of four television screens in the exercise area.  He is sitting hunched over and doesn’t appear to want company.

I go up the stairs to the top floor.  There are three men milling about, hovering near the open doors to their rooms.  I nod to each of them.  Lots of doors are closed—and behind some I can hear sex happening.  I go to the porn area on this floor and sit.  I want to bring the interested men to me.

It is very old condomed porn from the early 2000’s, but I get hard.  Soon I am joined by a grey-haired gentleman.  He sits near me—and is soon kneeling between my splayed legs.  I have lucked out yet again with another really great cocksucker here. He takes me effortlessly and loves what he’s doing.  I murmur some words of encouragement and touch his shoulder.

Two men come in, a man in his late 50’s and his boy, who is maybe 15 years younger.  The younger man is in a pale blue jock.  He’s been to the gym, but not obsessively.  The older man is stark naked with his towel over his shoulder and his pierced cock swinging.  His face is weathered; his hair is in a military cut.  He is also a bilateral lower limb amputee.  He sits next to me.  We chat about my cocksucker—who eventually becomes embarrassed and excuses himself.  The younger man is eager for sex, he keeps looking at his partner, hoping he will say that he should suck my dick.  But he doesn’t.  

I finally excuse myself to make another tour of the place.  All doors are closed now.  And I don’t hear anything going on behind them either.  I go downstairs and sit in the sauna for a bit being careful not to sit on the man who is stretched out on a lower bench, recovering from his playtime.  I stay until it becomes too hot.  As I shut the door, I notice many towels are hung on the hooks outside the steam room.  I add mine and go in.

It’s running tonight and has just finished a cycle.  It’s foggy and moist.  And everyone is here.  It is packed with naked men of all descriptions.  The first thing I see is the young man in the pale blue jock.  He is bent over and being fucked hard and fast by a beefy hairy bear.  Around the corner, a knot of men are playing with each other.  Some are sucking, some are jerking others, while some are watching a very large man take it up the ass.  I find the Daddy of the boy standing there, his pierced cock standing up.

He grabs my dick and leans in to whisper: “Fuck me with this monster.”

I am surprised, but pleased.  I grease up as he braces himself against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me.  A hand come out of the knot of men and plays with his pierced cock as I push into his ass.  He takes me to the hilt.  I pause until his breathing changes—and begin to fuck him hard.  His boy moves into our space, his fuck over, and watches me use his Daddy.  His eyes are shining.  They get even bigger when I pull out and he sees my erect cock up close, wet and glistening.  He grabs it and guides it back into the older man.  I fuck him, until he asks for a break.

As I pull out the young man in the pale blue jockstrap grabs my dick again.  This time he turns around and puts my wet dick against his pucker.  I get into his ass with ease.  He bucks back against me as his Daddy watches, grinning and stroking the boy’s back.

After a bit, the steam kicks in and I beat a hasty retreat.  As I am standing, drying myself in the sauna, Pale Blue Jock finds me.  “Let’s go to my room.” 

I agree.  We go back up to the third floor.  He has a room in the middle of it all.  As soon as the door closes, he is bent over the bed, his chest on the hard mattress.  I kneel behind him and do what I didn’t get the chance to do in the steam room:  bury my face is his full ass.  His cheeks are round and full—and need to be pulled apart.  I eagerly tongue fuck him as he makes the sexiest moans. 

“I love your tongue…” he stops, mid-sentence as I go deeper into him and his words turn to sounds of pleasure.  I rear up and get my dick in him again.  I fuck him slowly, with deep, long strokes.  He begs for it faster and harder.  I build up the speed until my hips are slapping against his full ass and he has to hold the wall so his head doesn’t keep getting slammed into it.

We change up to him on his back.  There is a hot wet patch on the pouch of his jock where his cock is drooling copiously.  I eat his hole, as he holds his legs up in place.  I fuck him again, pleased to see his expressive face as he takes my cock.

We switch to him kneeling on the bed.  I have to stand on tiptoe to get into him, so it’s our shortest fuck.   He tells me he should find his Daddy, but hopes we can play some more.  He takes off to go back downstairs and I wander…

*

I find the couple just as they are coming through the door to the third floor.   We all want more of each other.  I suggest the sling.  Pale Blue Jock jumps in.

“I want to watch you really fuck him.  He says you fucked him really hard in the room.”

I kneel and begin eating the ass I’d just used.  Daddy stands near me, watching me eat his boy out.  He touches my head, his rough hand brushing my buzzed hair in a caress.  Then he moves to the side of the sling and plays with his boy’s nipples.

I stand up and slide in.

“No mercy,” grunts Daddy.

I fuck.  Hard and fast. The sling rocks.  When I slow down, Daddy sticks his pierced cock in Pale Blue Jock’s mouth.

“Lucky boy,” I say.  “Two cocks in him at once.”

This makes me pick up the speed of my fuck.  The boy groans around the cock in his mouth.

I pull out and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I stand up and fuck again.  When I pull out this time, I ask Daddy if he wants a turn.  He does.  He carefully works his pierced dick into him as the young man gives me ATM for the first time.  He loves the taste of his ass, and tells me so, as he cleans me up. 

Another older man in a jock and harness enters.  He really wants to be the man in the sling and begs us to fuck him, kneeling between the two tops.  Daddy pulls out of the boy’s ass and shoves his dick in the man’s mouth.  I hear him gasp before he begins to seriously service Daddy.  I move back and eat Pale Blue Jock’s ass after a different cock fucked him.  Just the thought of it gets me really hard.  I stand up and fuck.

Daddy has the older bottom by a bench to the back of the sling.  He is sitting on it and the older bottom is still sucking his cock.  When I pull out of the young man’s ass, Daddy orders the older bottom to clean my dick.  He does.  Hungrily.

Daddy fucks his boy again.  I am quite content in this experienced cocksucker’s mouth.  When Daddy pulls out, he grabs the older man and pushes his face into the ass he just fucked.  “Rim my boy!” he grunts out.

I watch.  The older guy suddenly goes slack.  I think he’s shot his load in his towel, which has never left his waist.  He makes an excuse and leaves.

“You need to get in the sling,” says Pale Blue Jock.

They trade places.  I help get the metal prosthetic legs into the stirrups.  I kneel and eat his ass for the first time.  He is not expecting this.  He whimpers and his boy holds onto him.  When I stand up to fuck, the boy switches to working his nipples.  I pull out and add more lube.  I fuck him slowly, letting him get used to me again.

“Harder,” he tells me.  His boy nods.

I build and get the sling chains rocking. 

I pull out.  “Taste your Daddy’s ass!”  Pale Blue Jock is right there, cleaning every inch of my cock.

I fuck Daddy again.  But he is tiring from the position so we get him out of the sling—and Pale Blue Jock back into it.  I fuck him.  Daddy watches, his cock erecting again after losing its tumescence with the fuck.

“Let me back into him.”

I pull out and step to the side.  He pushes into his hungry boy.  He begins a slow fuck.  I move behind him and push my cock into his open hole. 

“Holy fuck!”

I stand still.  He fucks into Pale Blue Jock’s wet ass and impales himself on me with every back stroke.  Over and over…

 

Next time:  I meet another couple

An Ass Buffet

 An Ass Buffet.

 Just the title of this post makes my cock stir. 

That’s before I even look at the picture.

 

I have had the pleasure of an ass buffet like this a number of times.  The first one, pre blog, was a hot IML play session that had five of us who all knew each other.  Three bottoms, a versatile and me.  The bottom I knew the best encouraged all of them to get on bed side by side and on all fours.  I was told to go down the line and lick each of their asses.  I did it, trying not to linger too long on the man who’d arrived with a load already in his butt.

When I reached the fourth guy, the others were still in place, kissing their neighbors.  Now I was told to go back and fuck each one in succession.  The versatile guy happened to be the first ass I entered.  I fucked him hard and moved on to the second man.  As I moved to the third, the versatile got up and fucked ass number two.  He followed me right down the row.  I pulled out of ass number four and he went in.  He loaded him almost immediately.

The organizer told me to lie on the bed and the freshly loaded man was told to sit on my face.  He did—as at least two of the remaining men took turns riding my cock.  At this point, I have no idea who I got off in…

*

The other really memorable time was at one of the house parties that happen to the north of me.  This one just happened, no organizer.  As usual, the bed had a bunch of bottoms on all fours—this time, one on each side of the bed as it was in the middle of the room.  Two tops were making the rounds.  I had already done that so I got on my knees and licked each ass as the tops pulled out of them.  I was joined by another man who was a regular and who was just as devoted to ass eating.  He followed in my wake, eating the freshly fucked hole I had just finished tonguing.  We ended by kissing each other...then standing up and fucking all four bottoms again…

Equipment Close-Up: The Hand

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Hand

 

GaryM has been very generous with gifting me sex toys.  On his last visit he gave me three more—and I still have to mention one of the ones from an earlier trip.  Each time I have asked him if this is what he really wants to do with them—and he has assured me it is.   On one visit he told me that using them on himself was ‘ok’ but having someone else wield the toy took it to a whole other level.  This last time he simply said, he’d rather read about them being used on others as it would be more of a turn-on than using them on himself.

Well, I really am appreciative.

Today we are looking at The Hand.  This is a Fort Troff product.

My first reaction when I picked it up was just how heavy it seemed.  It is made from PVC.  There is very little ‘give’ to the toy.  It is a good approximation of how the hand goes into an ass, that thumb tucked nicely on the palm.  But it felt very rigid to me.

It is now being sold, as a training kit, with two sizes of hands.  It struck me as too big for a starter.  To be fair, I don’t know if I have the smaller or the larger sized toy, but I do know the two men I tried it on, both of whom are fist virgins, felt it was too much too soon.  We got no farther than the ‘fingers.’  And my fingers went in far deeper on both of them than the toy.

That changed when Jake, my most experienced fistee, came to the playroom.  He took it easily.  He even commented on how good the heft of the toy felt.  He loved not only the weight but the stretch.  I got quite a bit of mileage out of alternating the toy fist with my real fist.  Back and forth…

(Now I wish I’d taken pictures of it in use, but my hands were just too greasy…)

The Fort Troff write-up mentions using them with a suction base.   That is the way to go, I’d think, for solo play.  It would be easier to sink down on it than try to push it into yourself.

For me, it is a toy that will not come out too often, but it is certainly a useful tool in the arsenal when I have really experienced men who need size to satisfy them.

 

A link to the Fort Troff write-up, with additional pictures, is here.

The post where I use it on Jake is here.

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"Don't Piss In My Mouth. Piss In My Waders!"

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A Busy Bathhouse: Cocksuckers Galore

 Indianapolis—November, 2024

 

Three and a half weeks of no sex.  That’s a century for me.  Fortunately, with the infection, I didn’t feel like having sex until things started to ease up as the antibiotics went to work.  I was good.  I finished the pills and waited a bit to make sure things were back to normal.

By this point I was back in Indiana for the second, and longer, part of my work gig.  I had an unexpected afternoon off.  The closest bookstore was two hours away in Illinois.  The two bathhouses in Indy were much closer.  As it was the afternoon, I chose the one with the older clientele who preferred play in afternoons, too.

There was lots of construction happening at the venue, but I got a locker easily.  Somehow, I had not packed my jock, so I just went totally naked under the towel.  The sauna was packed…

 

There is just room for me on the top tier of seats, back in the corner.  There is a blow job happening in the opposite corner.  They pay me no attention as I sit and unwrap my towel.  But the guy next to me has his eyes riveted to my dick.  It is plumped, but not hard.  He nods to me and reaches for it at the same moment.  He is a man slightly older than me, a well-maintained body and with a shaved head.  I harden up in his hand.  He leans awkwardly to lick my cock head.  He hates the angle.  I am able to spread my legs enough so he can kneel in front of me.  He does—and his mouth feels wonderful.  In moments, he discreetly removes a front bridge, and I am all but in heaven.  He slurps and gurgles his pleasure as he keeps taking me to the root.

A younger, heavier, bearded man is next to me on my right.  He erects as he watches me get sucked.  He reaches and begins to jerk off the guy on his right.  I touch the bearded guy’s thigh, and then his cock.  He is juicing out his piss slit like crazy.  I slide my fingers over it all and the slick massage gets him very close, very fast.  He stops me, he doesn’t want to cum.  But he gets his guy off, the man’s semen covering his hand.  They leave quickly.

The guy on my dick comes up for air.  He tells me his room number in case I’d like more.  He leaves.  A big bear of a guy replaces him on my dick.  He tires fast, and it’s just as well, he’s not that good.  He leaves.  Another man slides down and jerks it.  There is enough spit on it still to act as lube.  “That’s a beauty,” he says as he also makes for the door.

The once full sauna is now just me and a very large, randomly tatted man.  He stands up, moves in front of me and bends.  He is every bit as good as the first guy—even with all his teeth in place.  He is on me for just a few moments, before he also goes out the door, leaving my wet cock wanting more…

*

I check the steam room.  It is barely running; it is just cool and damp.  I go out into the lower area.  No one is in the glory hole area.  Two men are watching porn at the other end of the room.  The bald man, my first suck, is suddenly at my side.  He steers me into his room.  He sits me down on the bed.  He awkwardly gets up on it to suck me.  It’s a bad angle—and we’ve lost the magic.  He asks me if I fuck.  He is nervously fingering a condom.  I get on the floor and eat his ass—but this doesn’t relax him, it just makes him more nervous.  He asks if we can meet up later.  I shrug and take off.  I never see him again.

I go to the top floor.  I watch some porn.  Three older men in quick succession take a turn on my cock.  It’s a room full of bad knees.  They each get up quickly and let the next one at me.

I wander.  A man stops me.  He’s my age, with a very full head of hair, dyed to the color of his teens.  His nipples are huge.  He takes me by the hand and guides me into the room where there is a couch and a fuck bench.  He seats me, kneels and gives me great head as I twist and pull at his nipples.

We are soon joined by another big dicked man.  He sits and strokes to us.  My sucker comes up for air, panting.  He looks at the other guy seated next to me.

“Suck his cock,” I murmur.

He looks at me, quizzically.

“I want to see you do it…”

That’s all it takes; he devours the dick next to me.  I work on one of his nipple and the man now being sucked does the other one.  Soon, Big Nipples is back on my cock.  The other man tweaks my flat and worthless left nipple, to no effect.  After another long session on my cock, with no hint of me getting off, Big Nipples stands, thanks us and leaves.  The other man takes a turn.  He’s good too.  When he’s done with me, I return the favor.  Finally, we are both ready to see who else is around.

I check the sling room.  There is a young cub in the sling (one of two men younger that 55 here this afternoon.)  The bench is pulled close and a huge pump bottle is sitting near it.  I go in.  He groans as I begin eating his ass.  I use the pump bottle he’s conveniently brought in for easy lube.  But it’s not.  I have just coated my dick with hand sanitizer left by the management.  It tingles—and not in a good way.  I go wash.  All is fine…but I don’t go back…

*

I go into the steam room.  It has just finished a cycle so it is warm and not just damp.  Action is happening in the back corner.  I sit.  A shadowy figure gives me head.  Then he stands up and sticks his drooling dick in my mouth.  I love the how totally anonymous we are.  As I’m sucking, I feel a third man go down on me.

The door opens and the two of them leave instantly.  The new man doesn’t even venture into the back.  I sit and wait for a moment and then go dry off in the sauna. 

I am close to my three-hour time limit and the crowd is thinning fast.  When I’m dry, I check the glory hole area.  The moment I step into it, a short fat cock appears in the hole.  I don’t even need to kneel, as the feeding side is elevated, it is right there for my mouth.  I take in every inch I can get.  My tongue swirls around the thick head and in moments the guy is groaning as his cock spurts out his load.  

I hear him leave and step out.  There is the big, randomly tatted guy.  He nods at me and heads to his room.  I follow, assuming he wants my load.  I am several steps behind him and I find him on the bed, his cock throbbing.  He has obviously heard (or watched) that man give me his load.   I just go for it, kneeling on the bed and stroking my own.  The man has huge balls.  I can’t fit them both in one hand.  I start there, licking and slightly squeezing them.  He loves this.  My hand moves to where they are attached—I can just fit my hand around them there.  I squeeze and he drools precum.  I lick it up and take his dick in my mouth.  I slide up and down on his shaft, while squeezing his balls sack.  He is working his nipples and moaning.  I change it up slightly.  I begin a more forceful up and down on his cock and slap his ball sack into my chin as I reach the root of his shaft.

“Fuck, yes!”

I keep doing it.  Harder.  The sound fills the tiny room.  And in moments he is convulsing, spewing seed into my mouth.  The second he is done, I grab my cock and shoot a massive load that covers his huge balls, coating every inch of them…

A Health Update--Go Get Tested!

 Northwest Indiana and Home—October, 2024

 

It was three days after the Fornication Party (and just three days until I was headed home) that I realized something was going on in my urinary tract.  It seemed too soon for me to see symptoms from anything I might have caught at Fornication, as bacterial infections usually show a week to ten days after exposure.  And this was different.

Over my checkered sexual history, I have had a sampling of the big three:  syphilis, gonorrhea and chlamydia (but honestly, not as often as you would think with how active I am.)  There was no burn when I pissed or that feeling of razor blades in the urethra.  There was no yellow/greenish discharge or any of the symptoms of syph.  

I went to piss again.  That was the first symptom.  I was needing to piss every 50 minutes—and it had to be the moment the feeling started—I could not hold off.  And there was pressure before the flow started.  Almost as if the piss had to fight to get through a build-up of something in the tract to get out.  It ached after I was done—not a sharp pain—just very dull.  It even made my balls hurt.  I looked in the bowl.  The little piss that came was totally white.

I thought back—I had had the white piss before, but without the pressure/ache.  It was likely a non-specific infection; the whiteness being caused by all those white blood cells trying to fight it.  I had little time with my work schedule down here to fix it—and frankly wasn’t eager to find a clinic out of state.  I waited until I got home.  But I got home on Saturday and the County Health Department (where I go for all my testing) wasn’t open until Monday.  I called the moment they opened…and they still couldn’t see me until Wednesday.  A week after the symptoms had started.

I had the whole battery of tests.  The head nurse agreed with my likely diagnosis, but she wanted to know exactly what it was so she could prescribe the best antibiotic.   She thought she would have the answer on Friday.

She didn’t.  Late Monday she called me.   Test results were finally in.  I was negative for HIV, for syph, for gono, for chlamydia, for trichomonas and hepatitis.  I did indeed have an odd urinary tract infection, likely picked up from feces in someone’s ass.  She sent off the prescription to my pharmacy.

I could feel relief by the second pill.  I finished up the bottle in a week.  Relief.  And back to normal.

Why tell you, my readers, all this?  Well, two things.  It will certainly impact my writing here as I have nothing to relate since Fornication.  (But I will take care of that as soon as this is published…)

The other reason is to help fight that stigma about STI’s.  They are a fact of life if you bareback.  Get tested.  I love the County Health Department as those folks have seen it all.  There was no judgement.  They want what you want—to get it taken care of…

I test regularly.  If you play around, test.  Even the basic STI’s can be there with little or no symptoms.  For yourself and your partners!