The Cock Sucker, The Biker and a Hot Hole

St. Louis—February, 2016

The rest of my night at the bathhouse...

I wander the entire complex after getting Hooked Cock off on the slurp ramp with my rimming of his hole.  I stop in the steam room, the sauna and the sling area.  Nothing or nothing I want to join.  I circle the two sets of rooms.  I find a hot boy, ass up, on his bed.  His dark skin glows in the half light of the room.  I eat his ass and finally get to fuck. 

But he has not cleaned deeply enough.  We stop and head off to the showers.

I hang out in the new porn area.  I suck an older guy with lots of foreskin.  We both love it when I work my tongue in between the head of his cock and all that skin.  When I pull off he bends to take me in his mouth.  He is not a good cocksucker.  I stop him and wander to the sling room.

 

I hang out there, but can’t get anyone into the sling.  I go and sit on the high padded platform.  I let a couple of different men suck me as I sit there.  A young man shows up.  He is very pale and white—not much muscle on his thin frame—but he has a mouth that is truly wonderful.  He gives me the best head of the weekend so far.  He can take me to root with ease—and work his throat on the upstroke.  He has my dick dripping.

A man sits down near us.  I tell the boy to suck the new comer.  On all fours, he crawls over and does what I suggest.  The Cock Sucker’s ass is right there, calling me.  I lean over and lick down the length of his ass crack.  He groans around the new cock in his mouth.  My tongue presses against his hole.  It gives.  Quite easily.  I get him good and wet.  This makes him suck harder.

“You want to get fucked?” I ask.

He pulls off the dick in front of him.  “Yes.  But no.”

I shrug.

“Maybe later,” he says as he goes back to the wet dick in front of him.

“You can fuck me,” says the man getting sucked.

“Get your ass over here.”  I stand and pat the edge of the platform.  He slides over, gets his feet to the floor (the platform is a good three feet in the air) and bends.  I eat the hairy ass now in front of me. 

“Stick your dick in him.”

I look up at the owner of the new voice.  He’s a hot biker type—with a shaved head and with random tats covering his body.  The Cock Sucker is on his knees, the Biker’s cock deep in his mouth.  The Cock Sucker pulls off to show me the size of the Biker’s dick.  It’s a great, veiny cock.  I stand up and sink into the willing ass in front of me. 

It’s a good fuck.  And we are getting an audience.  The Cock Sucker has a second dick presented to him.  I recognize the Black kid I left in the shower, now hard and taking turns with the Biker in the Cock Sucker’s the hot mouth.

I pump away.  Slow at first.  Then build up to a punishing fuck.  My hips slap his fleshy ass.  The sound fills the small room.  There are a good half dozen guys stroking.  The Cock Sucker is on a new dick, taking him as deeply as he has me.

A tap on my shoulder.  It’s the Biker.  He wants some of the ass I’m fucking.  I pull out.  My bottom moves around and cleans my dick.  The Biker waits until I pull my spit shined cock out of the Bottom’s mouth.  He pushes into the bottom roughly.  His strokes are hard and fast.   Truly a jack rabbit fuck.

And he shoots.  In no time at all.

I take charge.  “Let me clean your cock.”  I kneel, my head right at the upturned ass of the man we’ve both fucked.  Biker pulls out—slowly.  He loves sticking it into my mouth.  I clean every drop of cum off his veiny cock.  I don’t swallow.  After the Ass to Mouth moment, I’m pretty sure the bottom will want a snowball.  Once the Biker can’t take any more of my tongue, he pulls out and watches me pull the bottom down so he’s kneeling next to me. I lean forward.  We kiss.  My tongue pushes the Biker’s cum into his mouth.  The moment is electric.  Even with him guessing it was coming, it feels delightfully pervy and makes us both even hornier.

We kiss.  We share.  I get him up and bent over.

“Fuck,” says the Biker.  “Stick your face in there and taste my cream.” 

I do.  I lap a big dollop out of him.  I need to fuck.  I stand up and push into his over lubed hole.  Oh, fuck, it’s heaven.  I fuck him hard.  I froth the Biker’s cum.  I pull out.

“Clean it.” 

The bottom is all over me.  He is hungry for every drop.  He cleans me.  I push him down and plunge in again.

The Biker is watching us.  I love the look of disbelief and pleasure on his face.  I keep fucking until I froth the remaining cum.   This time I pull out and lick it off his hole.  My bottom slips off the platform and gets on his knees.  I spit the cum into his mouth.  “Clean my dick, but don’t swallow it.” 

I know it’s hard for him.  But he spit shines my cock and shakily gets up.  We kiss.  And share the cum that was shot into his ass.

The Cock Sucker has worked on most of the spectators.  He stands up.  “I need to get fucked.  You got a condom?”

I truthfully tell him no.  He disappears to check the box of condoms that hangs on the sling room wall.  He comes back empty handed.  “Lie on your back,” he tells me.

I follow his directions.  He joins me on the platform.

“I want to ride you.”  He straddles me. And slowly sits.  “Just don’t cum in me.”

I don’t point out that my dick has a slight shine of the Biker’s jizz on it.  He takes me all.  Easily.  And starts jerking his cock as he rides me.  I just stay still.  It would be so easy to blow my load in him.  But he’s shooting before I can even think more about it.

The Bottom is right there—licking the boy’s cock (and the leather padding and my thighs).  I assume I’ll get off in him.  But he disappears fast after he gets the last drop.  As does the spent Cock Sucker. 

The Black guy who hadn’t cleaned deeply enough is still there.  “I’m ready now,” he tells me.

I get off the platform and get behind him as he leans over for me. 

“Seed my ass, Daddy.”

I am so ready to do just that.  We fuck.  The boy even gets someone’s cock in his mouth as I shoot deep into his bowels.