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…

Loading Zane's Furry Butt in the Playroom

 

My Playroom—May, 2026

 

Zane was due in on the Friday evening of Memorial Day weekend—and I was really looking forward to seeing him.  We don’t see each other often but we always have a great connection.

 I met him quite a few years ago at a CumUnion party in Chicago.  We hit it off instantly and fucked the night away before exchanging contact information.  He invited me to sex parties at his house in the city.  I invited him to the playroom when he could get away.  A few years ago, he moved to a southern state to help take care of an ailing parent.  He stopped to visit on his way south.  The last time we met, I traveled to southern Indiana so we could meet halfway.

This time he wanted to come to the playroom—not just have the sling in a motel room.  I made a casserole that could stay in the oven in case he was delayed—but he showed up very close to the projected time.  And there he was in my doorway.  The cute young man (Zane is half my age), who used to be rather cubbish, has matured.  He has found a rigorous form of exercise as a stress reliever for his family situation.  He has put on muscle in all the right places and has lost his once beloved beard.  He has, in his early 30’s, made the transition from cute to handsome.  I swear my cock drooled as we hugged.

We ate, he cleaned up and we went down to the playroom…

 

I lie on the bed.  Zane, in nothing but a jock and socks, crawls between my splayed legs.  He licks my stained jock, moaning softly in the back of his throat.  He works up my body, licking all the way, until we kiss.  He breaks it to nuzzle in my right arm pit.  He brings my scent back to my mouth and the kiss becomes deeper.  I pull him up slightly so I can lick his arm pit. He’s showered, but I can still taste him.  We kiss once again.  Deeply.

Zane works back down my body.  He licks my jock again.  The pouch of this jock is stretched from constant wear.  He can easily work it off my balls with his tongue.  He licks my nuts tenderly, bathing them in his spittle.  He comes up to kiss me once more, so I can share the taste of my slightly sweaty balls.

Finally, he pulls out my cock and deep throats it.  I gasp.  I am lodged deeply inside him and it feels wonderful.  His throat muscles send ripples of pleasure through me.  Now, he comes up and his tongue invades my piss slit.  I am dripping precum.  He collects it on his tongue and shares it with me once again in a kiss.  This makes both of us grind against each other.

“I need to eat your ass…”

Zane grins, turns and sits on my face.  I am engulfed by one of the hairiest asses I know.  My tongue finds his hole and begins exploring.  He leans down and feasts on my dripping cock as I do it.  I slobber all over him—getting him ready for my dick.

We move to the fuck bench.  I raise the middle section, as he likes the support. Zane clambers up on it, all but shaking that hairy ass at me.  I kneel and dive in again.  I pull his cheeks apart and ream him deeply.  Zane pants and I hear the poppers open.  When the cap goes back on, I stand up and slide my coconut oiled cock into him.  The moment I am all the way in he begins milking me with his ass muscles.  I stand there for a long moment before I begin a slow fuck.  It rapidly builds until I am slamming into him.  Zane looks up at the mirror in front of me so he can see his daddy using his hole.  Then he turns to the side mirror, so he can actually see my cock slide into him.

I pull out, bringing my wet cock to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans me up.  I stoop and we kiss once again.  Then it’s back to his ass.  Another fuck.  Another clean.  Another kiss…

We move to the sling.  He hops in and finds the stirrups before I can help him.  I eat his hole in this new position.  Coconut oil is oozing out of him.  I lick it up and drool some down back onto my cock.  I stand up and fuck.  I love to see his expressive face as I plow into him.  I pull out and eat his hole once more.

I fuck him a long time, before excusing myself.  I run up to the freezer and bring down the first load I got from the bookstore.  I have snipped the condom off the cardboard just below the knot.  Now I roll the latex off the nugget of frozen cum.  It easily slides into Zane as he moans.  I add my cock, pushing the devil’s dick deeper into him.  Already it’s melting on my dick.  I begin a slow fuck, luxuriating in the slickness of some stranger’s cum.  I pick up the speed.  My balls are slapping his ass, I am fucking him so hard.

I pull out, and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  He pulls himself to the side of the sling and cleans me.  Reveling in the load.  He doesn’t swallow; he motions me down to share it with me.  We snowball it back and forth.  I end up keeping it—and take it back to his ass, working it into him with my tongue.

I fuck the cum into him.  When I pull out this time, there is barely any on my dick, but I take it to his mouth.  He cleans me up—and this time he swallows.  I go back and fuck him.  Hard and fast.  Zane grabs his cock and shoots all over his pubes and abs.  I mop it up with my fingers and coat my cock with it, fucking his own load into his guts.

“Can you keep going?”

“I’m good for at least two…”

And I keep on fucking his load into him…

*

We take a break.  Zane wants to eat my ass.  I choose the sling.  I get in and hook my legs behind me, jutting my butt at a great angle for him to chow down.  He does—making sure to come kiss me when he’s done.

I return the rimming favor but choose to eat him out on the rimseat.  I can taste a sheen of cum on his ass lips, but not a drop comes out of him.

We go back to the sling.

I fuck.  He asks for the blindfold.  I take it off the sling stand where it hangs and fit it over his eyes.  I eat him out for the gazillionth time.  He moans—the feeling heightened by the loss of sight.  I tease his hole with my wet cockhead.  I enter him.  I fuck.  Slowly.  His cock erects again.  I pause and bend over, taking it in my mouth.  He squirms.  I drool his juices on my cock and fuck it into him again.

I pick up the pace.  Slowly.  Steadily.  Until I am banging him in a chain rattling frenzy.  Zane touches his dick—and it explodes.  All over him.  I slow down.  I mop it up with my hand, smear my cock with his jizz and fuck it into him. 

But he needs to stop.  He is feeling a little tender. 

I am glad to save my load for Saturday—as we have big plans…

 

Next Time:  Zane and I go to the sex club…

Harvesting Cum for Zane's Ass, Part Two

 Near Home—May, 2026

 

I was not satisfied with only getting one load for Zach’s ass on my Monday trip to the local adult bookstore.  The logical thing to do was haul out my cock and jerk.  But that idea just didn’t appeal to me.  I liked the challenge of the chase.

I went back on Wednesday afternoon…

 

There are a decent number of cars in the parking lot.  I go into the dark room on this warm day.  The couple, Shaved Head and Shy One, are here.  SH is busy sucking cock as SO observes.  I sit down and Shaved Head finishes up with the guy.  He comes over to me and gives me great warm-up head.  Even better, the moment he gets up, Shy One, who doesn’t suck me nearly as often, gets up and gives me the pleasure of his mouth.  I sigh.  It’s great. 

But not what I came for…

When Shy One gets up, the two of them go home.  I case who is left in the room.  There is an older man near the gay screen—the one Shaved Head was sucking as I arrived.  There is a young man near him, opening jerking to both videos, turning his head constantly to keep up with both.  Near him is a larger guy, currently absorbed in his phone.  There is also a man I recognize as guy who never plays at all.

I focus on the jacker.  Just as I’m about to get up, the older man near the gay screen gets up and pointedly looks at the jacker for a long moment.  Then the guy heads to the restroom.  The young man follows him.  I sigh.  I’m going to lose out—and I won’t even get the cold comfort of watching it happen.

But I’m proved wrong.  The young man comes back after a few minutes, sitting in the same chair.  This time we make eye contact.  He nods.  I nod.  I get up and go over.  I kneel and take his very average, but very wet and slick, cock into my mouth.  He sighs and closes his eyes, leaning back in the chair.  I go to work.  I pull out all the tricks I know.  He appreciates them, but he’s not going to get off.

I move to his balls, which are hairy and plump.  He gasps and begins stroking his cock as I lick them.  I cover his hairy sack with saliva, lifting them to get under them, too.  Now, I suck them individually into my mouth.  This increases the pumping of his hand and his heavy breathing.

Eventually, I work my way up the shaft to replace his palm.  I can feel the sexual tension diminish.  This guy jerks so much, I think, that a mouth, while feeling good, will likely not get him off. 

I go back to his balls so he can jerk.  He does.  He’s back to being very excited, his cock dripping.  I pull off his balls and take just his cock head in my mouth.  He stops jerking, but I indicate for his to continue.  He loves this.  My tongue is all over his piss slit and he has the pressure of his hand giving him the familiar response.  We do this for a long time—but it works.

“I…I’m going to shoot.  You want it?”

I don’t move.  He increases his fist action and begins firing onto my tongue.  He let’s go and let’s me take him totally into my mouth.  He is still spewing seed.  I can’t believe how much semen is filling my mouth.  And it’s still coming.  He finally slows and squeezes my shoulder as I pull off his wilting dick.

I make for the restroom so no one sees me drool the huge load into a Magnum.  He’s gone by the time I return.

The bigger guy near him, had put down his phone the moment I started sucking the young man.  He had jerked his dick along with us.  He is still stroking as I come back from the restroom.  I kneel in front of him and take over.  He groans.  It’s a very short cock, but thick.  And his balls are massive, in a very hairy sack.  My tongue begins to lap them.

“You ever give a guy a ride on that dick of yours?”

I look up.  “Sure.”

He pats the empty seat beside him.  I get up and sit in it.  He stands and begins to try to sit on me. “You gotta let me lube it,” I tell him.  Reluctantly, he let’s me.  Then he sits.  It’s not the perfect angle, but it feels good.  He bounces a little, using his hand on the arms of the chair for leverage.  He goes deeper.  He groans.

And in moments—he is drooling out his load all over the linoleum.  Fuck!  I should have known.  Another lost load.

I need to clean up a little after he pulls off me, as I went deeper than he planned for.

I come back.  He’s gone. 

The one man left in the theatre is the man I know doesn’t play. 

I wait a little, but the door never opens. 

I head home.  I tape the knotted condom next to the first one on a piece of folded cardboard, so they will hang, allowing the cum to pool in the head of the latex.  I put them back in the freezer.

Zane will be here in a day and a half.  I can’t wait to slide the frozen loads into his hairy hole…