End of Trip--The Third Time is the...

Bay area, MI—September, 2012

I crossed the bridge from Canada back to Michigan with absolutely no problems.  I had a custom officer straight out of porn casting.  His dark hair was high and tight.  He filled out his uniform so that it was skin tight.  The short sleeved shirt cut into his tanned biceps.  His loosened tie exposed a mat of unruly hair poking out from the neck of his undershirt.  It was a hot day so his pits had begun to stain the kahki shirt—enough to make my cock jump.  I was on my way after three questions—no strip search needed.

I was still horned from sex almost every day.  I didn’t go home.  I went to a motel near the great Adult Bookstore in the Bay area which I wrote about here.  One admission gets you in to a “theatre” for straight porn, a “theatre” for gay porn and 14 or so booths—half straight, half gay.  I napped in a real bed, had an early dinner and went to seek what trouble I could get into….

There is a decent crowd, considering that it is Labor Day.  I get head from several older gentlemen.  I suck a good looking guy who is exceedingly nervous. 

Now, I’m stroking, watching the straight porn in the theatre.  I am sitting alone in the back row of the plastic lawn chairs, near the door.  I am hard.  Dripping.  My precum, a little lube and a little residual spit makes my hand glide easily over my fat mushroom head—the head that had just made some hapless man gag.

The door opens.  I don’t even bother to look.  Or to hide my cock.

“You’re back.”  I instantly recognize the accented voice.  It’s my hot young man from the last time I was there.  I look over to him lounging against the wall.  Today he’s wearing a tight T-shirt--with a band’s name I’ve never heard of.  He’s opened his jeans and his cock is sticking out above the band of his white briefs.  He slowly pulls the waistband of his Jockeys’ down and exposes his long, thin uncut cock.  He moves toward me. 

“You want?”  He doesn’t wait for an answer, but sticks it in my mouth.  I suck on it, digging under the foreskin.  I finally reach up with my hand and peel back the skin.  He sighs as my tongue connects with his exposed dick head.  The door opens.  We make no move to recover.  It’s one of the older men.  He leans against the wall, watching us and groping himself. 

All too soon my young Hispanic friend pulls out of my mouth and bends over.  He takes three quarters of my cock down his throat.  He moves around, kneeling in front of me.  Now he can take it all.  I reach out to stroke the longish black hair.  The older man moves to me and offers a fat cock for me to suck as I get head.  I do.  When he sees what I’m doing, the young man stops.  Shit, he’s pissed I am playing with someone else.  But no, he joins me, sucking the man’s balls while I swallow his length.  Soon, we are doing that porn thing of lips on either side of his cock—running them back and forth.  Our movements keep sliding off the man’s cock and ending in long, deep kisses.  He is fumbling in his pocket.  He pulls out a black Lifestyles condom.  He desperately tries to roll it down my cock.    I dig in my pocket and hand him a Magnum.  He gets it on me.  I sink to my knees as soon as I’m suited up.  He bends over, presenting his ass to me.  The older man enters his mouth as I lick his thickly haired crack.  I add lube to my covered cock and stand up to enter him. 

“Fuck,” I hiss.  He’s tight.  But I’m in.  And the sound of my hips smacking his bubble butt fills the theatre.  He grunts.  He moans around the cock in his mouth.  And he shoots in no time.  It’s a massive load, coating the stained linoleum of the back row.  He goes to have a smoke.  I peel off the condom and continue my jerk.

Thirty to forty minutes later (after totally unmemorable play) he’s back.

“Fuck me again, Papi.”  I dig out a second Magnum.  This time we are alone.  I eat his hole.  He’s washed it for me, thinking I would hate the taste of the lube from the first time.  I go deep and he holds onto one of the chairs, putting a knee up on the seat to give me better access.  I roll the condom on as I eat his hot, hot hole.  I rear up.  I’m in him.  He reaches back to check for the condom.  “I fucked you raw last time,” I whisper in his ear.

“I know, but….”  He leaves it unfinished as the waves of pleasure from me pummeling his prostrate take over.  He lasts longer, but soon he is shooting as big a load as the first on the seat of the chair.  Immediately he’s off to watch Pawn Stars in the hall lounge.

I play some more, rather half-heartedly with the guy who had been with us before.  I resign myself to not getting off.

An hour later, I have to go to my motel.  I have to meet my Dad in the morning for his Dr.’s appointment.  I am literally at the door to the back room, my hand on the knob, when he’s there.  “One more time?”

“I’m out of condoms.”  It’s the truth.

“Do me bare like last time.”  He’s pulling me to the end booth.  We lock the door.  He wants no one to see him taking raw cock.  I am so ready.  I pull my pants down, he sits on the bench in the booth and gets my head and shaft very wet.  I pull him up.  No rimming this time.  I enter him easily.  Not so tight the third time—and with skin on skin, I slide home easily.

“Did you like when I fucked you like this last time?”

“Yes, Papi.”

I am losing all control after over three hours of play.  “Where do you want it?”

“Breed me, Papi.  Shoot in me like you did last time.”

Jesus, that’s all I need.

I shoot up his ass. 

I can’t stop.  I buck and shoot and groan into the nape of his neck.  He may have stroked out a third load, I’m too lost in my own orgasm to know.

I slowly pull out of him.  I sink to my knees.  He looks over his shoulder, still leaning against the wall, concerned.

I look at his ass.  It's a forest of black hair in his crack.  I pull the full cheeks apart.  A single drop of white semen hangs outside of his puffy hole.  I just stare at it.  I start to tell him how beautiful it is…but instead, my tongue snakes out and licks the outside of his hole clean.

The perfect ending to my trip...