Lansing—December, 2016
Travis was back in my
inbox. He was the tall man who spent 90
minutes of getting fucked in my playroom before we went off to the bookstore
for his initiation of having two men in him at once. (If you missed it, you will find that hot
encounter here.) I saw him briefly in November.
That night, we had a quick fuck that stayed in my playroom. On one of those earlier meetings, I had mentioned
the bookstore/bathhouse-feel of the establishment in Lansing. He was ready to explore it at the top of
December.
A reminder: this back room is set with some booths that
have gloryholes between them. There is a
slurp ramp. A sling and some other areas
where you can bend over in relative comfort for public fucking. It’s dark, and slightly cool with the
December temperatures.
We pay and go into the dark.
The televisions in the lounge are playing inter-racial straight
videos. We go towards the back. There is another screen with a transsexual video. We don’t linger. I want to see the crowd in the back. I lead the way and find a dozen men or so
milling—unwilling to settle. They walk
the outer circuit of the room. Or around
the slurp ramp. Or around the
booths. No one seems to be playing.
We decide to change that.
After a quick tour, we go behind the slurp ramp, where there is a good
shelf for Travis to sit or lean on. I go
piss in the bathroom while I leave him to strip down. When I come back, he is sucking some dick—standing
at the back wall of the slurp ramp. I
let him get his fill. When he turns back
to me, he gets out of his pants altogether and tucks them under the bench. He’s naked now, but for shoes. I have him hunker down so I can eat that thick,
hairy ass. I revel in how he pushes back
on my tongue. This big man, football
player big, is now grinding against me, all but demanding dick up his butt.
I don’t make him wait long.
I stand up and, once we can get the right height for both of us, I push
into him. The crowd has been forming during
the rimming. Now we have eight or ten
people watching us. A man I don’t know
pulls out a beautiful dick. Think my
size, but in ebony. I nod to him and he
works around to Travis’ head and offers him his cock to suck. Travis can’t get enough of these two massive
dicks in him.
The big dicked man takes a break. I have Travis suck a second guy (I think the
one he may have had on the slurp ramp).
He’s a daddy who loves the look of the younger man servicing us. He also
can’t take his eyes off my bare cock fucking Travis’ spread cheeks. He wastes his load by pulling out of Travis’
mouth and shooting onto the concrete.
We break. I tell
Travis to wander. He does. And I suck some cock. A long, thin one poking through a glory hole…
We re-group in the back corner. There are two chairs there that are useful to
balance against. The Tall One has
arrived. He has come to fuck Travis. I warm Travis’ hole back up, as another man
sucks The Tall One to hardness. I lean
across Travis and ask if he is really ready for another man to fuck him. He assures me it’s exactly what he wants. The Black man comes back into orbit. He makes a beeline for Travis’ mouth. He is getting his cock sucked by Travis as I
pull out and nod to The Tall One. The Tall
One is all top tonight. I watch his
face. He loves the feel of Travis
clenching down on his dick.
I fuck the man who was blowing The Tall One. He’s eager, but nowhere near as talented with
his hole as Travis. I watch The Tall One
fucking. It’s fun and different for me
to see him top. Travis pulls off the big
dick in his mouth and tells The Tall One that it is fine to load his ass.
I would like to fuck Travis again, but watching The Tall
One, I can tell he’s on the home stretch.
I don’t interrupt. I watch him
grip those hips and buck ferociously into them.
He shoots. Noisily. He grunts and groans. The Black guy pulls out of Travis’ mouth to
let him enjoy the cumshot. (Or for self-preservation,
so Travis doesn’t involuntarily chomp down on him.) The Tall One stays plastered in his ass. You can see Travis flexing his ass muscles—milking
the dick for all he’s worth.
I’m ready to felch.
But it’s not to be. Things have
gone bad. They troop off to clean up.
Travis is terribly embarrassed. I try to re-assure him that it happens to
everybody at some point, but he goes off to get some air outside.
I play a little in one of the booths—first sucking. I’m joined by a hot man who sucks me in an
incredibly awkward position on the floor as I continue to suck through the
glory hole. Eventually the cute one gets
my dick down his throat at a better angle when I stand up. He swallows all of my cock. He drops his pants. And then backs up on me—using me like a
suction cupped dildo fastened to the wall.
I can’t move. He just fucks
himself on me until he shoots.
I never get off.
*****
“So are you glad you came?”
I ask on the way home.
“Yeah. I loved
it. Until…”
“Stop beating yourself up.”
“At least I got his load.”
“He acted like it was a massive one.”
Travis just grins at me, nodding.
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