The Request

Near Home--October, 2011

The email was brief and to the point.  “I have a hot bottom coming in from the Saugatuck area.  We are meeting at the east side Bookstore at noon.  Come and work him over with me.”  I think my email back was briefer:  “See you then.”  This married, older, Bi top loves to include me so I can spell him from doing all the work.  He has a great track record of getting guys who are lots of fun.  We were to meet at the Bookstore on the other side of town.  This one has a large theatre showing straight vids, then a lounge with a couple of ratty overstuffed chairs, ottoman and a sofa showing gay videos, and a few booths which are all closed as they re-fit them for high definition.   I arrived, bought the combo pack for both spaces and entered through a drape into the gay section…

I go into the lounge.  On the ottoman on all fours, totally naked but for dress socks,  is a cute otter of a man:  spiky hair, furry chest and, I learn later, a terrifically hair butt. And he’s getting fucked by my friend, Cam.  Another guy about my age, who I recognize from other playtimes with this top, is buck naked but for a shirt, sitting in one of the chairs, stroking an average sized cock.  The bottom is facing me.  He looks up and smiles.  Cam must have sent him my profile link.  I  ditch my jacket in a corner and open my jeans.  I shove the jockstrap pouch in his face.  He sniffs and begins tonguing it.  It takes no time for me to get hard watching Cam fuck this boy.  The guy in the chair, comes over and puts his dick next to mine so the boy can go back and forth on the two drooling heads.  He does just that.  He’s a good cock sucker.  Certainly hungry for cock.

I’m ready to fuck--and Cam knows it.  He pulls out.   A condom is hanging on his 7 inches.  Damn, but ok.  I do believe it’s the bottom’s choice.  I now see that the table next to the TV showing the porn is loaded with latex--obviously brought by the boy.  I grab one.  The boy swings around, presenting his ass to me.  I go down on his hole.  He’s spotless and so far there is no annoying latex taste to his hole.  Cam comes around and pushes my face into his hole.  I can’t breathe.  I love that moment of fighting for air, deep in some nameless ass.  He lets go.  I continue to eat his hole as I slip the condom on.  I use the lube I brought in my jock’s waistband.  I’m in.  God, he feels good.  But it is definitely deadened with the Magnum in place.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cam sitting in the chair stroking.  The other man sits on his raw cock.  The boy sees it, too.  I fuck for a bit.  Then pull out and slap my latex covered cock on his ass.  The boy reaches back and feels my dick.  Relax, I won’t take it off.  He clutches at the rubber--and slowly peels it off.

“Fuck me raw, guys,” he whispers.

I am instantly back in his hole.  Jeez, the difference.  My cock responds by swelling to it’s largest. He fucks back on me.  The guys have gotten up.  I pull out and move around to the boy’s  mouth, expecting Cam to go up his hole, but the other guy is already in.  And fucking hard.  Cam reaches down and works the nips on the boy.  I pull out of his mouth.  I walk around behind the man fucking, as Cam starts to fuck the boy’s face.

I slip my cock up the current top man.  He grunts.  I barely do any thrusting.  I stand still and let him go deep in the boy and then be impaled by me on the backstroke.  He can’t keep that up for long.  Silently he shoots in the boy’s ass.  The otter is so busy on Cam’s dick, I don’t know if he even noticed.  I pull out of the versatile guy.  He holds his cock in place--then steps to one side.  He knows the drill.  I lick his cock clean and then plunge my tongue up the boy’s insides.  It’s not a large load but I felch every drop I can find.  I look up at Cam.  I think he sensed what happened and comes around to fuck in the man’s load.  I stay on my knees next to the boy.  The curtains part and we have a new man in the room--but he just toys with his cock through his clothes as he watches us.  Cam pushes in.  The hairy ass swallows him up.  He fucks a few strokes, pulls out and presents it to me to lick.  There it is.  His cock is glistening with shiny jizz in the glow of the porn.  I clean it.  It goes back in the ass.  Repeat.  After the third or fourth cock clean, I lean over as Cam’s cock disappears and drool a veritable waterfall of cum and spit for him to fuck back in the hole.

I stand.  I move around.  He’s sucking my cock.  I think Cam is close. The curtains part again.  A middle-aged banker type has arrived.  His eyes light up.  He reaches behind the curtain and pulls a 20 something blond woman in.  She is dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse:  Daddy’s Catholic school girl.  Oh, my.  They settle into the other chair.  She’s on his lap.  Her skirt is hiked up--no underwear.  His fingers disappear into her as he watches us.  I continue to fuck his face.  My hands hold the boy’s ears.  Not because I need to, but my arms block his range of vision.  He can’t see the new spectators.  Cam starts to  grunt loudly, then remembers where he is and cuts it off.  He is unloading up the boy.  I pull out of the boy’s mouth to go eat the load.  And our otter boy sees the girl.  It takes him a moment, but just as I’m leaning into his ass to felch, he figures out it’s an actual woman and bolts for his clothes.   The three men I’ve been playing with dress.  The boy at a lightening pace and is gone.  The versatile just needs to add his shoes.  Even Cam dodges me cleaning his dick and is into his boxers.   The girl stares at my cock.  Then turns and buries her head into her partner’s neck making guttural sounds as his finger’s fly.  In moments I’m left alone in the semi darkness, with rotten gay porno, a wet cock and nary a soul to get me off.