Pushing Limits

Detroit--October, 2011

I’d made a mistake. I’d broken one of my own rules. I had agreed to do a gangbang with a bottom I didn’t know. I never do that. I’d covered myself somewhat--I’d made him handle the party invites off the cruise site and suggested to him for it be held at one of the Detroit bathhouses so I wouldn’t be out the motel fee. He'd gotten a number of people signed up over the ten days since we’d talked. I’d called some men I knew. And then the silence began. It was the day after the huge Halloween party, so it wasn’t like I needed sex…but it bothered me that I just knew he was going to cancel. Three hours before the event (and five minutes before I was headed out the door to travel there…) I got the canned message saying the party was off. No phone call, no explanation for me. Needless to say, the traveler from Atlanta (city NOT changed) is now blocked. Part of me was relieved--I was tired from the night before. Part of me was pissed as hell. I called the guys I’d talked to--they were fine. I sent a text to a boy of mine who’d agreed to be fluffer for the group. He thought we should still meet--so I got in the car…

The bathhouse is showing some signs of age and neglect. I unfold the sheet (so thin from the constant washings that I could read my book through it) and slip it over the vinyl mattress. I’ve arrived just ahead of time. I’m pretty sure none of my tops will bother to show, now. But the fluffer boy should be here. I strip and as I’m putting my boots back on, I get a text. A costume emergency for the fluffer’s young daughter--before Halloween on Monday. He’ll be late--at least half an hour. I toss the phone into the locker, lock it and adjust myself in the bulging yellow jock. I tuck lube into the waist band, then head out the door to kill some time.

Nothing is happening. Not at the gloryholes. Not at the sling. Not even in the porn room. And the steam room is broken. A couple of hot butts are in the air in various rooms. Then I see a young man, pretending to text. He’s sitting on his shelf of a bed--very European haircut of his black hair, thin but worked out, olive skin from somewhere on the Mediterranean. We catch eyes. I walk by, make the circuit around the block of rooms and look again. He smiles. I step in and shut the door. Instantly his face is buried in my jock. Mouths it, and pulls it aside. He’s good. A true deep throat artist. But I want to taste his hairy ass crack. I roll him over and spread his cheeks. He gasps as my tongue goes deep.

“Fuck me.”

I need no further invitation. I pull him up to all fours and go in slowly. He is tight. Very tight. But the muscle controlled kind. I build and change up the variety of my thrusts. And am soon slamming it home. I finally pull out, flip him over and re-enter. We kiss. He starts begging me to cum. Fuck. He is milking my cock like crazy--clenching and releasing. If I didn’t have Steve coming in, he’d be getting a fast first load. I finally stop--leaving him thinking he got a load….but never saying it.

As I emerge from the bathroom and a quick rinse, I all but bump into Steve. He’s my age, (but looks younger), almost my height, hairy, trim, dark hair and mustache. And a great fuck. He’s had time to stow his clothes and he’d just started looking for me. He looks great. This is only our second meeting. At the house, he’d wanted a full out sub scene. So I’m not sure where it will go tonight.

“The sling?“

He looks at me. “I don’t think I can.“

We head to my room. He falls to his knees. I like his mouth. But I need some quality rimming time. I get him up on the bed, knees on the edge, so I can kneel on the floor. His hole is terrific. It tastes great and it responds by opening and then squeezing my tongue. I do the water trick--swig some water from my bottle and send a little of it up his ass as I rim. Finally I push in with my dripping cock. And push his head into the wall. I grab the pillow but he refuses it. I think he likes hitting his head with each thrust. But the bed is low. I am doing odd knee bends while I fuck. Finally I stop. I pull him up.

“I think we should use the sling.”

“Sir?”

“I have my blindfold. You won’t know who’s there. There are so few people here, I doubt anyone will see us.”

I lead the way. The room is deserted. Towel down. He climbs in. Blindfold in place. I rim and fuck. So much better. I have much more control and the look on his face tells me it’s better for him, too. I drive it, making the chains rattle. It’s a call to arms. Over 20 people crowd in to watch. I let them play with his nipples and swat hands away which want to play with his cock. And all but belt the guy who tries to insert a finger in Steve’s ass alongside my cock….

Steve is loving the attention. He is responding by working his ass twice as hard. A great construction worker type is jerking. I point to him. “You can put that in his mouth.” Steve freezes for a minute. Still cock deep, I lean down and rest my hand on his chin. He opens. The stud puts his cock in. I start to fuck slowly. I am sure it’s not the first time Steve’s had two cocks….but likely the first time someone else chose the dick for him--sight unseen. He’s loving it. The idea that he had no choice is making him work very hard. Eventually we stop for a water break. I thank the stud--he smiles at me and disappears. The crowd disperses fast….and then I remove the blindfold. He has no idea the number of people who saw him perform.

“How was it?” I ask at the water fountain.

His reply was to kiss me. “I’m ready to go back.”

We go back.

“Blindfold?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It’s in place. I spend a long time eating his hot, fucked hole. The Mediterranean boy wanders in and smiles at the scene. The room starts to fill again as I start to fuck. But not as crowded or as invasive. The stud is back, jerking his big headed cock. Silently I point to him and then to Steve’s ass. I pull out, and move up the side of the sling and slap my wet cock on his mouth. He opens, tongues and swallows. And the stud enters his ass. I hold Steve.

“That’s the cock that was in your mouth,” I tell him.

He’s surprised but totally into it.

“Fuck him hard,” I tell the man. My cock stays in Steve’s mouth, or slaps his left pierced nipple. Soon either the pressure or the crowd makes the guy go limp. I clean his cock off, thank him, and dive for Steve’s ass. It tastes sweet and salty as the two men’s precum is mixed with Steve’s natural lube. That makes me fuck him even harder.

Water break.

Steve needs to leave soon. We’ve been fucking for almost 2 hours….

“Sling?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He’s into it before I put my towel on the hook.

Blindfold is on. I enter him. He starts to unscrew the poppers and stops.

“I want to see you.” He removes the blindfold--asking with his eyes if that’s okay…

I take the blindfold from him. A few guys filter into the room. He seems totally at ease….
I increase my thrusts.

“Please come in me this time, Sir.”

I grunt. I didn’t remember I hadn’t before.

“Give me your cum.”

Who wanders in but the Mediterranean boy. He kneels down by my thigh and watches my cock ravage his hole. I pull out, bury my face in the hairy cleft for a moment, lick, rise, insert and shoot. His hole grasps my cock. He milks it. And slowly releases.

I look down at him. I raise the blindfold I’ve had in my hand. He smiles, sheepishly.

“I’m proud of you,” I say as I bring my cock up to his mouth.

He just beams.

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