Oral Orgy

 Near Home—May, 2026

I loved working over Jaylen on the last Saturday afternoon of May.  (See the previous post for details.)  I had technically shot a load, but it was one of those that was more about ‘getting rid of built up cum’ then a mind-blowing orgasm.  After he left, I relaxed and cooked dinner.  As the chicken came out of the oven, my cock began to swell in my jeans.  I had left my cock ring on without thinking about it.  As I sat down to eat, I knew I needed to listen to my demanding dick and have more sex.  I finished up, did the dishes and went to the local bookstore…

 

I go in.  The place is quite full.  Two regulars are sitting watching the straight video.  The one who is sitting in my usual chair is the guy who puts a condom on his cock to jerk it with a latex glove on his hand.  Really.  The other guy in that row is slumped over and kneading a mound in his trousers.  I sit on the short wall near the gay screen behind them.

On the long wall are six men.  A hot, shaved headed guy is getting blown by the Choker.  A very good-looking man, just a few years younger than me, is jerking to it.  The Minute Man is there, too.  He nods as me.  An older man, a good cocksucker, watches the BJ.  Another older man I don’t recognize is also avidly watching the cock being swallowed.

I am on the lookout for loads for Rudy, so I would be happy to get Minute Man’s seed, but I am beaten to it by the older guy.  He gets the load with about 45 seconds of sucking.  MM takes off.

The good-looking guy has noticed my cock.  He comes over and sits in the vacant chair to my left.  He keeps eyeing me and I keep taking my hand off my cock to let him see the full size of it. 

“May I?” he asks, nodding at my cock.

“Sure.”  I’m not sure if I’ll get his hand or his mouth. 

He reaches over and hefts my cock.  “Lucky man…” he murmurs.

I nod.  I wait for more, but all I get is an affectionate squeeze and he goes back to stroking his own.  We both stroke—watching the BJ in progress.  When the Choker is asked to stop, the Choker comes to me.  I haven’t let him suck me since he nicked my cock with his tooth a few months back.  He asks if I have piss—and I honestly don’t.  I tell him ‘no’ and he leaves the room.  I turn back to the handsome guy.  If he doesn’t want to suck me, I am happy to do him, but he gets up before I can say anything and sits next to the older sucker who got Minute Man off.

The guy with the shaved head gets up, his wet cock swinging.  He sits next to me.  In moments, he is between my legs, giving me excellent head.  This inspires the older guy to blow the good looking one.  The sound of cock slurping fills the small room.  The other older guy opens his fly and jerks to the two blow jobs.

I really like the mouth on the guy with the shaved head.  I like his passion for cock even more than his technique.  His love of dick (and pleasuring dick) just seeps out of him.  When he finally has to get off his knees, I give him a second, and then go to my knees in front of him.  He’s surprised.  And soon, pleased.  He moans as I work his uncut cock.  He is a dripper—and I love the taste of his precum. 

I go for his balls.  He grabs his wet cock and jerks as I lick the big, hairy orbs.  “They are so full,” he moans.  I spend a lot of time on them, leaving then covered in spit.  Then I pull them up and lick under them.  He jerks faster as my tongue touches his perineum.  I lick it for a moment, come back up to his balls and wrest the shaft out of his hand.  I deep throat him a few times—and stand up for air.

I sit back down.  I would like to go over and suck the good-looking guy, but he seems very content in the older man’s mouth.  The guy with the shaved head surprises me by a return visit—his tongue is just as good as before.  I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure he is giving me.

When he sits back down, I kneel once more and work my tongue under his foreskin.  There is movement around me.  Guys are coming over to us.  When I look up, the good- looking guy is being sucked by the guy I’m sucking.  The guy who’s jerked to us all night is at the other shoulder of the guy with the shaved head.  Good looking guy can just manage to lean down and get the voyeur’s dick into his mouth, never letting his own out of shaved head’s mouth.  I re-double my efforts.

Suddenly everyone seems to be shooting.  My mouth is filled with cum.  I hear the good-looking guy moan and he is obviously giving up his seed to the guy who just blew in my mouth.  The good looker pulls off the cock he had in his mouth just as it shoots.  He dives for the seed and gets most of it, but there is some fired onto shaved head’s shoulder, too.  The older guy, stroking behind us, shoots on the floor just as I finish cleaning the cum out of the foreskin of my guy.

I sit back down and they all take off, either to the rest room or out the door.

I open a Magnum and drool a massive load into it so I can freeze it for Rudy.  I may not have got off, but I had a blast.  I look at the two guys left, watching the straight porn.  I don’t think they even knew what happened behind them in the alcove…

Jaylen in Chains

 My Playroom—May, 2026

Sometime near the beginning of May, Jaylen, the young man with the long hair (and a growing appetite for kink) wanted to come to the playroom again.  With each of us having busy schedules, it took some doing to find a date that worked for both of us.  We both had the last Saturday of the month free.  He arrived, looking excited, right at 2pm…

 

Jaylen strips, folding his clothes neatly and putting them in the chair by the door.  He has left on a backless brief with a pastel print and socks, as the cement floor is still cool.  I am sitting on the flattened fuck bench, watching him.  He comes over, swinging his hair to the back.  I point to the floor in front of me.  He obediently kneels and begins licking my jock, an only slightly worn one.  My cock hardens, making the pouch twist in obscene ways.  Jaylen uses his hand to free me and his mouth to swallow me down.  He groans as I bottom out, deep in this throat.  He quickly pulls off me and begins licking my head.  He squeezes my balls gently, hoping for some precum.  It must work as he moans softly.

He attacks my cock with renewed vigor.  Lots of tongue work, especially in the piss slit.  I want it deeper in his throat.  I stand up and begin a slow fuck of his face, holding the sides of his head.  He takes it.  I step up the pace, giving him even more of my shaft.  He moans around the dick invading his throat.  I am now giving him everything but the last inch—and he is taking it all.

I pull out abruptly.  He dives for my balls and makes them as wet as my cock shaft.  It’s my turn to moan.  I let him lick them for quite some time before I tell him to get up the padded fuck table.

His ass is now pointed right at me.  I kneel, pull the backless briefs to a better position and begin tonguing his hole.  Jaylen groans.  I lick up and down his ass crack.  I burrow in a second time.  He reaches back with one hand and pulls his left cheek to the side—giving me even greater depth.

I need to fuck him.  I coat my cock with coconut oil.  I stand up and smear the lube on his hole, using my cock head.  Jaylen groans and I push into him.  It’s an easy glide into his tight boyhole.  I am going deep repeatedly—and he is panting.  I pull out and bring my cock to his eager mouth.  He cleans me up, relishing the taste of his ass on my cock.  I go back and fuck him again.  Harder. 

A second moment of ATM, with Jaylen moaning.  As I move back to his ass, I see in the mirror that he’s closed his eyes. 

I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the shelf.  I twirl it in the tub of coconut oil.  I push it into him, using a rotating motion.  He opens his eyes wide.  It is a little thick for his intermediate, but eager, hole.  But he takes it.  Once it is in, he gasps.  I work it deeper into him.  I even add my cock along the thin shaft. I fuck him, each stroke ramming the stainless-steel embedded in his ass.

His knees are tiring so we move to the sling.  He gets in easier every time he visits.  He’s like a pro now, hopping in and getting his legs up on the chains and his ass pulled down toward me.  I eat his well fucked butt.  He is incredibly juicy—a delicious mix of the oil and his own natural juices.  I lick and slobber all over his hole.

I stand up and fuck.  Jaylen watches every stroke in the mirror above him.  As I keep going, he eventually shuts his eyes again and just concentrates on how full he feels.  I pull out, eat his freshly fucked hole and fuck him again.

I go to the toy shelf and bring back the Spades.  I grease them up and he takes three of the five small butt plugs linked together.  I fuck his hole.  I use the toy again.  And fuck him again.  I grab the Seahorse.  Jaylen’s eyes get big when he see the girth of the bottom half of the toy.

“I don’t think you’ll take all of it.  But it is a good gentle stretch,” I reassure him.  He loves the molded bumps and veins.  He easily takes the first third of the toy.  I work slowly, stretching his hole until he has half of it.  I take the toy out and fuck him.  I use it again.  The halfway point is a good stretch for his hole and stop there.  I fuck him once more.

I want his ass at a different angle.  I clip chains to the crosspiece at the top of the sling chains.  I buckle ankle restraints to Jaylen.  Now I clip each ankle to the chain, making them stick straight up.  It tilts his ass.  I ravage his thoroughly fucked hole with my tongue.  I stand up.  My cock slides in.  The new angle makes his ass feel totally different. 

I fuck.

Slow.

Now hard and fast.

Jaylen feels the difference in angle, too.  He reaches down and kneads his cock.  I keep going until I have to catch my breath.  Then he suggests the chains go up by his head.  I attach his ankles in a new position.  He looks hot, with his legs over his head.  I fuck him hard.  But it’s a hard position.  I unclip him and get him out of the sling to stretch his legs.

I set up the rimseat and get under it.  Jaylen sits and squirms as I eat him out more deeply.  He knows to ride my cock and give me his freshly fucked hole immediately after.  He gets up and settles on my greased-up dick.  He rides me, watching the porn on the television.  Then he stands up and sits down back on my face.  His juices and excess lube strickle onto my tongue.  I can’t stop licking and slurping out his slightly puffy hole.

“Up,” I tell him.  He starts for the sling, but I stop him.  “Lean on the table.”  He does, jutting out his ass.  I fuck him in this position for a moment.  Then I stop.  I hold still.  I begin to piss in his hole.

Jaylen groans.  It’s not a lot, but he can feel the heat.  I pull out—and get back under the rimseat.  He sits down.  My tongue opens his hole.  I get a few drops of piss, but I have delivered it far deeper than I thought.  But licking his slightly piss flavored hole is a turn on. 

Quite a turn on, it turns out.  I am ready to shoot.  Jaylen gets back in the sling at my suggestion.  I stand up and slide in.  Instantly, my need to shoot diminishes.  I fuck—then eat his hole again to get me close.  It works.  I slide back in.  But I can’t get over the edge as I fuck.  I do it again.  Jaylen is panting.  I eat and jerk until I am ready to explode.  I stand up and push into his puffy lipped ass once more.  I fuck and my dick expels some cum—but it’s not a full orgasm by any means.  Jaylen feels the warmth and his cock erects.  I stay in place as he jerks.  In moments, his small dick fires off.  His first shot hits his chin.  The rest of his cum lands on his chest.  I mop it up with my hand, smear my cock with it and fuck it inside him…

History: Keeping the Bathhouses Busy

Keeping the Bathhouses Busy

Finishing up the 1990's.

It has been a bit since I’ve turned to writing up my sexual history, but I did want all those pieces about Zane to be published back-to-back.  So here we go...

 

Sex in the 1990’s for me was pretty much either oral sex with my partner, Rob, or condomed fucking at the bathhouse.  With the jury out of whether oral sex was safe or not, I perfected my fuck skills, always covered in latex.  I hadn’t found bookstores yet.  I hated bars.  Bathhouses were perfect—men ass up and ready, with only the occasional protest of someone wanting to be fucked bare.

The Midwest was blessed with a number of bathhouses.  I loved Man’s Country in Chicago—and went when I could.  I kept the Diplomat in Grand Rapids busy most weekends when Rob was working out of state—which was a lot. 

Probably the next bathhouse I visited was the Unicorn Club in Chicago.  It is now Steamworks.  I remember a steep staircase down to the wet area…and a neon unicorn on the wall.  I liked it and had fun.  But I loved the sleaze factor of Man’s Country’s older building and set up.  The Unicorn was trying hard to be a gym with extras.  MC was there for just one purpose.

I had to travel for work.  There was a massive audition in St. Louis I went to each year for hiring.  I pulled out my Damron Address Book.  Well, well…Club St. Louis was within walking distance from my hotel.  I walked over, late night.  It was clean and bright and at the time almost all the play was in the rented rooms.  I walked the circuit and found plenty of men to fuck.  But I also found a room tucked away just off the hall that was a semi dark room.  It had platforms for men to lie on that so the tops could stand and plow ass.  I used that room a lot.  One night I had two men who were making out with each other—and both asses were available.  I fucked one and started to change the condom.  “You don’t have to, just go back and forth,” the slightly older one told me.   I gasped—but did what he asked.  They moaned and held each other as I fucked the second man and then began a back and forth…

The Club in St. Louis now has a major play area—designed sometime in the 2000’s.  It is great fun.  I went yearly for 30 years. I need to get back.

Indianapolis was only a few hours away.  There were two bathhouses there.  I started with The Works.  In the 1990’s, they had a great wet area, and rooms.  I am sure there was a porn viewing area, too.  I made the circuit of the rooms with open doors—and always found men to fuck.  And with the extended rental hours—I could actually sleep there when I was spent—and do another fuck in the morning.

The recent new owners have invested in creating wonderful play areas there.

The Club in Indy was, well, fine.  Just like Unicorn/Steamworks vs Man’s Country, the generic bathhouse of the Club wasn’t as much fun as the Works for me. 

Flex in Cleveland was huge.  It was the bus station in the 1930’s.  I loved playing there.  I found it right at the end of this decade.  The only downside for me was that it was so large inside, that you could have a ton of men there—and it would feel like a small crowd.  With all the space, there were always play areas beyond the private rooms.

By the middle 1990’s, Rob and I were approaching 20 years together.  We were still good friends. Working apart, for over half the year, helped that.  We still had so many interests in common, but he was becoming fairly ambivalent about sex.  Not just with me, but with anyone.  I had matured enough, that I was no longer the blond 20-year-old with a big dick he had obsessed over.  I know he tried to suck off some of the young, hot company members—but he wasn’t successful very often, as they all knew we were partnered and I was their boss.  Once, I did walk into a rehearsal with him regaling the company with the facts of just how big my cock actually was as my 501’s didn’t hide much—and everyone wanted to know…  (Imagine that happening in today’s world!)

We still had sex.  Though I almost always had to initiate it.  He had found Nintendo and spent far too much time with it—often late into the early hours of the morning.

But there was a bigger problem.  Rob had always been a drinker.  He was fun and the life of the gathering in college and then those early years with other drinking actors. Now, it was becoming a constant habit.  He tried to hide it from me but I could hear the beer being cracked open while he was in the shower just before noon.

We stayed together.  The time apart worked for us.

And things were about to change on the sexual front. 

In 200l, science told us that the likelihood of catching HIV through oral sex was miniscule.

I read it.  And again.  I couldn’t wait for the next weekend…

Back to My Old Tricks

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Eight Horny Men

 Near Home—May, 2026

 

After Zane’s visit, I didn’t need to play.  We’d had three sessions of hot, connected sex—and it was always satisfying.  But 48 hours after he left, I had to admit my balls needed release.  I went to my usual bookstore…

 

There are a number of cars parked in the lot.  I go into the dark room.  There are half a dozen men watching porn.  Only one is stroking—and he is flogging a sizable, uncut cock.  I sit next to him, as he’s in my usual seat.  I unzip and pull out my plumping cock.  I reach into my shirt pocket for my lube.  Fuck!  I didn’t bring it.  I am never without lube here.  After the obligatory circumcision for a white, 1950’s baby, I have very little extra skin when I’m hard.  I can rub raw easily, so I always have a sheen of lube on my cock.  I settle today for spit.  Constantly.

But I don’t have long to wait for a good mouth.  A white-haired gentleman, who I haven’t seen before, comes over.  He sucks the uncut guy and strokes me at the same time.  Then he reverses—I am in his mouth, and he uses his hand on the uncut guy.

The uncut guy is now hungry for dick himself.  He takes the place of the white-haired man and sucks me.  I like his mouth technique even more.  White Hair stands, groping his dick that refuses to harden, while watching me get serviced.

When Uncut finally goes back to his chair, White Hair is right there to suck him once again.  WH works hard and in moments gets the load. 

Our sex in front of the other men in the room has made every man there get his dick out.  I turn to one of the strokers and nod to him.  He nods back, taking his hand away from his cock.  It’s a plump one with a lot of foreskin.  I kneel and go to work.  I am surprised to find a leather cockring in place.  But it doesn’t slow his orgasm.  He is spurting into my mouth in less than five minutes.

I sit back down.  The youngest guy in the room comes over.  He is blond and carrying a little extra weight.  “You fuck?” he asks.

“I do, but I forgot my lube.  Do you have any?”

He shakes his head.  “Can I suck it?”

I nod and he kneels.  At first, he does a good job as he licks up and down the shaft and spends time on my balls.  Now he takes me truly into his mouth.  He teeth catch my flared helmet head almost every time.  I power through it at first, but finally I have to stop him.  The blond nods.  I am not the first man to tell him this.  He goes out the door.

I stroke.

With spit.  Mine and others.

An older gentleman comes over.  He’s watched it all, kneading his fairly lifeless cock.  Now he asks to suck me.  I nod.  He kneels, using the arms of my chair to help him get to the floor.  And he is horrible at it.  The blond was slightly toothy—this guy is nothing but.  I have to stop him.  He’s not happy.  He gets up and leaves the theatre.

I stroke.

The room has emptied but for the white-haired gentleman and myself.  He does another round on me.  I sigh, feeling good.

The door opens.  In comes Cute College Kid.  He comes right to us and sits on the other side of me.  He strips off his pants and shirt.  I always forget about his artistic tats—which make him even hotter.

He sucks me.  He is good as always, so hungry for my thick dick.  We reverse.  I suck him as White Hair fondles CCK’s balls.  Now the young man stands up, turns and offers me his ass.  Fuck!  Does he have lube?  Nope, but at least I can eat it.  He kneels on the chair as I kneel on the floor.  I devour his hole—tongue fucking him deep and hard.  He moans.  White Hair is fondling CCK’s cock as I eat him out.

When my knees tire, White Hair does a round of going back and forth between CCK’s cock and mine.  It’s hot—and all of us are panting.

“Suck my cock again,” the young man tells me.

I replace White Hair and suck him.  Almost instantly, he pulls me off his shaft and pushes me into his ball sack.  He is trying not to shoot, but he’s over the edge.  He gets his cock back in my mouth and I take all but for the first spurt, which White Hair swabs up with his fingers, licking them clean.

Cute College Kid is often good for two loads, but not today.  He grins, dresses and takes off.  I need to piss.  I go and do just that.  As I wash my hands, I notice someone has left a bottle of poppers on the sink.  (Another married man who can’t take it home!)  It’s barely been used.  I take it.  This might just help me get off.

I sit and take my dick out.

“Let me get that hard for you.”  White Hair and I are now alone in the room.  He kneels and sucks.  He is really good.  When is knees tire, I suggest I stand in front of him.  He likes this—and he likes it even more as I begin to fuck his face.  I am deeper than before in this throat and we are both loving it.  I uncap the bottle.  They are strong and new.  But it does just what I hoped.  I begin shooting into White Hair’s mouth.  I just can’t stop.  When there is no more cum, my cock still keeps contracting like there was more to give.  White Hair has to swallow fast to keep up.  For the first time, his cock gets hard as he swallows me down…

Not a bad day at all…even without lube!

Zane's Last Night: "I Really Want Your Cum!"

 My Playroom—May, 2026

Zane and I came home from the impromptu gangbang at the bookstore a little high with jizz joy.  We had expected a couple of guys to stick their dicks in his mouth as I fucked him, but we had lucked into the right crowd of men.  When we got home, I think I took a nap—and Zane went down to where he was sleeping in the playroom and may have done the same thing.

I made chicken stroganoff for dinner.  Zane showered right after I did the dishes.  I loved the idea that I was starting tonight with a fresh canvas…

 

We start on the bed, as before.  But tonight it feels more urgent.  He sucks my cock, licks my balls and my perineum.  I can’t wait: “Sit on my face.”  He grins and turns, settling his hairy crack down on my open mouth.  All that hair is still slightly damp.  I make it wet.  I tongue fuck him deeply.  I keep picturing all the men who shot up his hole this afternoon.  I can feel my cock dripping at the thought, but I won’t let him bend to suck it.  I want his full weight on my face.  I need to be as deep as possible in him.

I double tap his furry butt cheek and he gets up.  He cleans my dick of all the jizz drippings.  We kiss.  Without direction, he gets on the fuck bench.  The ass eating continues.  The first fuck.  Slow and deliberate—opening his hole for the night. The first ATM.  And a kiss afterword, tasting each other. Sharing.  Making our dicks drip even more.

I fuck him once more on the bench.  I let him clean my cock, but as he’s doing it, I unclip the wrist restraint from the sling.  When he comes up for air, expecting a kiss, I buckle the restraint on his left arm.    Now the right.  I do the same with his ankles.  I fuck him once more. 

I get him up.  I unbuckle the sling at the ass end and let it hang from the front chains.  I hang a chain from the center of the frame.  I attach his wrist to the links above him.  He stands there, hanging by his wrists, his feet on the floor and his butt jutting out at just the right angle.  I kneel and slurp the coconut oil out of his ass.  It’s already thickening and looks like cum dripping from his butt.  I feast on it before I stand up and fuck.  He feels terrific, as does the whole mind fuck of him hanging there.

I take him down and clip the sling back in place.  He gets in and I clip his ankles to the added chains still hanging from the frame, so his legs are vertical.  I let him keep his arms free.  For the first fuck.  So he can use poppers.  Then his hands are secured.  I fuck him, popper-less, and it makes his cock stand up.

I slow and pull out.  I eat him out again.  I come and kiss him.  I feed him his juices, then administer the brown bottle.  I cap it as I go back and fuck him.  His eyes are sometimes on me and sometimes on the mirror above, watching his talented ass get filled.

I slow down the fuck and pull out.  “Be right back.”

I go to the freezer and remove the other, bigger, load I’d collected for him.  I take it down.  The end of the condom bulges obscenely with that young guy’s semen.  I unwrap it.  I place it against his hole.  Zane shudders at the cold.  I push it in and he gasps.  It’s a fat chunk of frozen cum now melting in his ass.

“Fuck it deep,” he murmurs.

I do just that.  The cold on the tip of my cock is intense.  His ass is so hot, that it is melting fast.  I begin a slow fuck. We can both feel the delicious feeling lube coating his guts.  I pick up the pace.  There can’t be any left frozen, I think.  But there is—and as I go deeper into Zane, my cock finds it and delights in the coolness of the cum all over again.

I pull out and let him clean some off my cock.  Then the blindfold goes on.  I am all over his body with hands and mouth.  He can never be sure what I will touch or lick next.  His nipples.  His navel.  His mouth.  His cock.  All are fair game.  I settle down and felch out some of the cum load, thinking how hot it is that the cum had already been in my mouth once before.  The thought makes me fuck Zane harder.

I want my ass eaten.  Tonight I opt for the rim seat.  Zane gets under.  The moment I sit down his tongue is in me.  Deep.  And wet.  He makes the sexiest moans and murmurs as he eats me out.  I sigh—and stroke.

I get up.  The seat is low and my long legs are feeling it.  Zane wants more.  He hands me his bottle of poppers he’d tucked in his jock.  I take a hit and settle down.  Whatever his brand is, they do nothing for me.  But his tongue is working me hard.  And that’s what I want…

I get up again.  This time I raise the seat and tell him we will reverse.  He gets up.  He expects me to lie down, but instead, I tell him to get on the fuck bench.  “I want to eat a hole I’ve just fucked,” I say as I insert and begin a gentle in and out.  He groans.  I stop dead.  His eyes find mine in the mirror in front of us.  His eyes grow big as he feels piss filling his ass.  It’s not a lot—but all I can muster at the moment.  I pull out and lie down.  Zane settles down on the seat, which spreads his hole for my tongue.  I dive in.  I love the slight piss taste and the heady cum/coconut oil mix.  I work hard to get my piss back.  I would love it to run out of him.  Back I don’t get any.  Not even a drop.  

I finally come up for air.  Zane lends me a hand to pull me up and into a kiss.  Our tongues roam around in each other’s mouths.  It’s hot.  And real.  And connected.

We go back to the sling.  I need to breed.  This is the third time we’ve played—and I didn’t shoot during the first two.  Zane can tell by my face I am going to fill him with my cum.  His cock erects.  He jerks it in time to my fuck strokes.

“Give it to me,” he moans.

“You want my cum?  You’ve taken so much this weekend…”

“Please…I really want your cum inside me…”

This makes my cock swell.  I know he means it.  And I want my cum in him.  All night…

That thought, of him fingering his hole and tasting my jizz at some late hour of the night, pushes me over the edge.  I empty my balls into him.  I can’t stop shooting—I just hang onto the chains.  Zane begins milking my dick in his ass.  The contractions of his butt give him some extra jizz.

I collapse on his chest.  His arms go around me.

The perfect end to our long weekend.

Zane Loves Daddy Dick

 Jackson—May, 2026

 

When Zane and I first talked about him coming north for Memorial Day Weekend, he told me that he would love for me to take him to one of my sex venues so he could be used in front of other men.  I agreed and chose the venue with the slurp ramp and medical table.  Saturday afternoon seemed to always be busy there—and there was at least a chance that one of the men at that particular venue would want to fuck, not just do oral. 

The morning after our first session (detailed in the last post) I had breakfast while Zane had coffee.  I packed a lunch for the two of us as he got ready for a public fucking.  We drove east. 

“What’s the crowd like?” he asked.

“Mostly older men, but a few younger ones on somedays.”

The man half my age smiled.  “You know I love Daddies…”

We drove in silence.  Then…

“I would just love a cock in my mouth as you fuck me,” Zane admitted.

“I would love that, too.  But you just never know who’s gonna show up…”

We parked—there weren’t many cars out back.  I paid for our tickets and we went in, hoping for the best…

 

We go into the dark lounge.  I show Zane the layout of the place.  There seem to be a half dozen men here, but it’s hard to tell with the layout.  We both take a piss and I suggest the main area for some warm up head.  I sit and pull out my cock.  Zane goes to his knees and begins to suck me, giving my balls a lot of attention, too.  In moments, a daddy with a shaved head, a slight gut and a loud Hawaiian shirt, walks over to us.  He pulls out a short, but very hard cock.  I motion for Zane to service him.  Zane spins around and gives the guy head.  I watch the man’s face.  My boy is making me proud as the guy fights to control himself.  Another man my age comes to suck me as I continue to watch Zane blow the guy.

Hawaiian Shirt stops Zane.  I know that he doesn’t want to blow his load too fast.  As I’m being sucked, Zane takes the opportunity to strip naked but for socks and a jock.  My sucker soon tires—and Zane is back on my dick.  A tall, handsome Dad comes over to watch us.  He unzips and sticks his hardening cock in my mouth as he watches Zane do me.  Handsome guy plumps up to be a thick seven incher.

“You need to suck this man,” I tell Zane.

I get up, and Handsome Guy sits down as Zane, still on his knees, moves into place.  HG, loves Zane’s mouth as much as I do.  I stroke for a moment, then lube up and slide into Zane’s furry hole.  He sighs around the cock in his mouth and re-doubles his efforts.

“Damn, he’s good,” says Handsome Guy.

“You should try his ass,” I tell him.

He shakes his head.  Moments later he gets up—he doesn’t want to shoot yet.  Hawaiian Shirt is back so he sits in the chair and gets sucked as I continue to fuck. 

Handsome Guy has come back.  “Is it really ok for me to fuck your boy?”

“Please.  You can even load him.”

The switch goes off in this guy’s head.  Handsome Guy kneels.  My big cock pulls out and his slides in.  “Holy fuck!” the guy moans.  Zane must be squeezing down on him.  He begins to thrust.  “He feels so damn good.”  He picks up the speed of the fuck.  In moments he is shaking, his orgasm wracking his body.  He pulls out, thanking the two of us and unsteadily gets to his feet.  I push in and fuck in the guy’s load.

This is a little much for Hawaiian Shirt.  He gets up and leaves again.  I take the opportunity to pull out and have Zane clean the cum off my cock.  I go back in.  Another daddy, sits down to be serviced.  He isn’t big, but has a nice curve to his dick.

Hawaiian Shirt is back.  Curved Dick is a gentleman and lets the HS sit down for more head.  I lick Curved Dick for a moment as I continue to fuck.  I pull off him and say, “You should feel his ass.”

He nods.  I pull out of Zane.  Curved Dick kneels and slides in.  He begins to fuck. In less than three minutes, Zane has load number two in his ass.

Hawaiian Shirt has put on a glove.  He fingers Zane, bent over the table.  I go off to see who else is around.  Men are arriving all the time.  After my circuit, I sit down in the same chair and watch Zane be prodded.  Hawaiian Shirt takes a break.  A tall thin daddy with an uncut cock, is in the group of six or so men watching and stroking to us.  I tell Zane to go after Uncut.  He does—and he is led by Uncut to the sofa across the aisle from us.

I go over and offer Uncut lube.  He gladly takes some as I murmur:  “You might not need it; there are two loads inside him already.”

“I can shoot in him?” His eyes have gone big.

“Please.  It’s why we’re here.”

The guy moves behind Zane and pushes in.  Zane takes it with ease and the guy begins a slow fuck.  The grey-haired man who wears pink lingerie (who I have often fucked here) is rampant and pushes his cock into Zane’s mouth.  Once again, Zane has dick in both holes.  Uncut is speeding up.  I know it won’t be long.  I stand next to him and jerk.

“You want to fuck him?” Uncut asks.

“I want to fuck him, but in your load.”

That’s his trigger.  He begins spewing cum into Zane.  It’s his biggest load so far.  The guy is frothing the three loads as he keeps churning.  He pulls out, panting like he’s run a race.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  He is surprised—but pleased.  He stays to watch me lick up the cum flowing from Zane’s hole and as I spit it back on my dick to fuck it all back inside him.

It’s my turn to churn the cum.  He feels wonderfully full.  When I pull out, I’m covered.  Zane’s mouth is busy so I smear it onto my fingers and get it back inside him.

“I want to fuck the cumslut,” says Pink Lingerie.

I have never seen him top, but today he’s more than ready.  I move away and he slides into Zane.  At the same moment, the only young man in the group steps up and gives Zane his cock to suck.  This guy’s uncut, with a very generous foreskin.  Zane goes to work on him and is obviously milking Pink Lingerie.

“I can’t stand it,” PL pants.  “He feels so juicy…” and he adds load number four up Zane.

Once again, I fuck in all the loads.  It is such a treat.  Silky and warm.  And the mental fuck of it all is just as good.

An insistent older guy has replaced the young man in Zane’s mouth.  I go and find the young man.  I kneel and suck his cock.  The amount of foreskin is amazing.  I encourage him to fuck Zane.  But he shakes his head.  “Too many people…” he whispers.

I go back to Zane’s butt and fuck him again.  There are still men jerking to us—but no one else who wants physical contact.  Zane signals he needs to get up.  We embrace.  And kiss.  He licks some cum out of my beard.

“Be right back.”  He moves to a curtained cabana and goes in.  I wonder who he saw go in, but I take the time to sit back down in my original chair and take a long swig of water.  Zane is back faster than I expected.  He kisses me—and it’s a snowball of cum.  He’s sucked off the young man with the copious foreskin.

I get some on my fingers and add it to Zane’s ass.

“Now we can say five loads…” I grin.

We go back to the medical table.  I eat his over flowing hole.  I fuck him.  But not for long.  He’s feeling the workout he’s just had.

“And that bald guy kept fingering me—way too hard.” 

I am more than happy to save my load for the playroom tonight…