Fucking On the Slurp Ramp

St. Louis—February, 2016

Immediately after the last post.

I’m sitting in the sauna—towel spread on the hot wood.  I’m sitting in the corner.  My left leg is bent and pulled to my chest.  My right sprawls on the floor.  My cock is soft, but swollen.  And still dripping.  My head is against the rough wood.  The door opens.

“Ooh,” says a tenor voice.  “You’re my hero.”

I open my eyes and say “Oh?”

“The way you did that boy.”  The rather fey man sits down on the other side of the sauna.  “And the way your face showed everything you were feeling.  Especially when you got off.  You should do porn.”

I don’t enlighten him.  I just say “Thanks.”

I look down at my dick.  It moves—and drips the last remnant of that first load onto my thigh.

*****

I am back in cruising mode fairly fast.  Everyone wants to suck my dick.  And I let them.  On the new slurp ramp.  On the bed in the old playroom.  On the padded platforms in the new porn area. 

Once I venture into someone’s room, but we leave the door open so he can show anyone passing that he’s giving me head.

I roam.

I stroke to porn.

I get some head by a slightly chunky African-American.  He’s maybe 30.  He stands below me on the slurp ramp and gives me the best head of the night.  I can’t take my eyes off his incredibly round ass. 

He finally pulls off me and, holding my cock in one hand, looks up at me says “You gonna fuck me with this thing?”

“Sure.”

He lets go of me and climbs the stairs.  He wants to do it right here—none of that ‘Let’s go back to my room’ bullshit.  I move so he can stand dead center of the ramp.  It’s tight, but there is just enough room for me to get behind him.  My wet cock leaves his saliva all down his ass crack as I sink to my knees and stick my tongue between those generous cheeks.

“Oh, Daddy.  Eat this booty.  Get me wet.”

His ass is fucking itself on my tongue.  His hole is stretched—someone has been up it.  My tongue searches for jizz, but just finds his terrific ass lube.  I am rock hard again.

I stand up.  I don’t even ask about condoms.  I just slide into him.  I go easily—and he begins gripping my cock with his wet ass canal.

“Fuck me, Daddy man,” he grunts out—his face in his arms on the top of the slurp ramp wall.

I do.  I slide my entire shaft out—long dicking him on each stroke.  I am slamming into him.  The extra flesh on his ass and my hips make wet smacking sounds that fill the room.  His own hand finds his less than generous endowment.  He’s stroking like crazy.

I fuck the load out of another man.

But this time I don’t shoot.

My partner thanks me and heads to the showers.

One of the men watching us is a hot muscle Daddy.  As I come down the steps he puts a beefy hand on my shoulder and says.  “I’ll be back in room XXX as soon as I freshen up.  I want your load in my ass.”  I smile and nod.

I start to the sinks to wash up a little.  “Please,” says a voice behind me.  “Let me taste his ass on your dick.”  I let him clean me up. 

When he’s done, I have no need to wash at all.

I see that the Muscle Guy’s room is right by the entrance to the new play area.  I hang around.  And here he comes.  Trailing him is a hot college kid.  My mind goes into overdrive—picturing us sharing this lucky kid.  The Muscle Guy smiles at me, opens his door and steps in.  The college kid steps in.  I start for the door.  The Muscle Guy shuts it in my face.

And my evening never quite recovers.  It’s late on a weeknight and guys are leaving in droves.

I check the rooms.

Nothing.

The new play space.

Nothing.

The steam room.

One man I won’t touch.

The sling.

Nothing.

The raised mattress.

Yup.  An older guy with a willing hole.  It’s no frills.  

It’s all about getting off.  

Both of us.  

Me first and then him, jerking, as he fingers my load in his ass.

Two loads lighter.  A good night.