Lansing—May, 2015
May started off with
the worst trip to the bookstore.
Ever.
I did nothing. Never even got hard. All night, a very large woman (no, I can’t
soften words here) a very fat woman sat naked with her boyfriend in the middle
of the room—and literally made everyone’s cock shrivel. Even the die-hard straight guys.
And worse, they
switched the theatres. The small,
original room that housed the straight theatre –the one with the couch and a
convenient nook behind the door for stealthy blow jobs—became the gay
theatre. The bigger, newer room, with no
place out of sight (and with the HD television) became the straight theatre. And they took the couch with them.
Worse, they increased
the weekend price.
I went home blue balled. The next night I went north to the
bookstore/bathhouse. It was a different
story all together, though it didn’t start well…
I am in the back room.
I have walked past their new sling and am near the slurp ramp. A hot young man is giving me toothy
head. Is this why I drove an extra 30
minutes? He keeps switching to his
calloused hand which is absolutely no better.
I finally excuse myself.
The Tall One—a good looking, man of about my age who is
taller than my 6’3”— finds me. We play
in the back corridor. I’m on my knees
eating his ass in front of all the milling men.
I stand up and fuck him, bent over and holding onto the wall, for a
bit. Then we separate, knowing we will
do more later.
I walk the play area—gloryholed cubicles, the slurp ramp, a
cage, a dark area—and find the all-teeth guy in the new sling. I eat his ass. He jerks and blows before my dick ever gets
close to his hole.
I circle around once more.
I watch a blow job that is happening in the open—though most play here is
in the cubicles. I duck into the nearest
one—shutting the fabric drape behind me.
I look through the hole as I unbutton my pants. A very respectable cock is shoved
through. I suck it. It thickens, but never gets quite hard. I am pretty sure he would rather be doing me. I stand up and push mine in. I get the best sucking I’ve had in months—especially
after the teeth of the boy earlier.
I pull back a little.
He stands and now shoves his rock hard dick through the hole. I suck—milking him for pre-cum.
I stand again. I push
through the hole. I am enveloped in an
incredibly moist cavity. He’s pressed
his ass against the hole. I can’t believe
it. I rarely fuck at gloryholes. My dick is drooling into his tight, warm butt.
I want to make it last—I pull out and start licking his hole
before he can move away. “Fucker…” he
croons in a broken voice. “You dirty fucker.” I ram him with my tongue. Then again with my dick.
I want more control. “I’m
coming over.” I step out of the cubicle,
my dick still wet from his ass. I step
into his cubicle. “Lick me clean.” He falls to his knees and does just that. I can finally see who I’m doing—younger,
blond, and nicely fit. A guy I’ve seen
online, but never met. “Now bend over.” I eat him out. Fully.
Face plastered to his hairy hole.
He moans between popperings. I
stand up and turn him so he can suck some other cock sticking through the
hole. I impale him—shoving deep into his
wet ass. He has cock in both ends. He groans a sound of utter fulfillment.
I fuck him until he spews all over the concrete floor.
*****
The Tall One is in the sling. I am eating his butt. Two men jerk over to the side. They occasionally take their hands away from
their dicks and tweak the other man’s nipple through their t-shirts. A young cub sits on a stool right next to us,
his eyes riveted to my every move. I
stand up and insert my dick into the Tall One.
Raw. The eyes of the Cub
bulge. A bead of precum emerges from his
dick head. He’s close enough for me to reach
over, swab it up on my finger and make a show of wiping it on my dick—the dick
that pushes right back into the Tall One’s ass.
The Cub jerks harder.
I make a show of the fucking I’m giving the Tall One. It’s easy to do as he feels better, at the
correct angle thanks to the new sling, than any time I have ever fucked him
here. The Cub stands to leave—his cock
crimson.
“Do you want to stick it in him?” I ask.
His face is incredibly conflicted. I pull out.
He is inches from that wet ass. I
watch him decide. He inserts. And blows
his load. I move around behind the Cub,
holding him in place so he can’t pull out.
Not that he wants to. He even
lets me clean his cock when I finally let him move. And watches, fascinated, as I felch his load—leaving
lots still in the Tall One to fuck to a froth.
*****
More wandering.
Licking and licked.
*****
Another Cub—meatier and older—is in the sling. I loaded him the last time I was here. He is thrilled I’m back and couldn’t wait to
get in the sling and take my dick. I
bend over him and kiss his scruffy face.
Our tongues lock. I am so bent
across him, that my dick slides right into his ass. His mouth ovals as I enter and he lets go of
my tongue.
I spend long minutes fucking him slowly. Only then do I rim. The jerkers are back. I tongue his hole deeply. The Cub eggs me on verbally, telling me he
knows I can go deeper. I try to show him
just how deep I can go.
Then it’s fucking time.
Now the Tall One is watching. His big cock comes out, stroking it in time
to my thrusts. His left hand touches my
naked butt cheeks. I turn, still
thrusting. He leans down and kisses
me. I pull out of the ass—he pushes
in. He fucks the Cub as I work the Cub’s
nipples.
“I’m cumming.” It’s a
simple statement. Not breathless. Not loud.
Matter of fact.
And he shoots. Huge
wads of semen are spit into the Cub. The
Tall One can’t wait for my mouth on his cock.
I kneel and clean him. He even
sticks it back in the hole to bring it out again, dripping, and straight to my
mouth.
When he’s done I settle down for a major felch.
And a fuck in the remains.
I give the Cub easily as much load as I have eaten out.
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