Sex Vacation: I Can’t Quite Make It Home

Lansing—December, 2017

I packed up my bag and left my Toronto hotel very early.  It meant I’d miss breakfast in town, but I wanted to beat Monday morning traffic.  I did.  I had one of the easiest, traffic free exits from Toronto ever.  I drove.  I ate breakfast.  I crossed back into Michigan.  It took awhile, for the man checking my passport was sure I was up to no good.  He opened my sex bag and poked through the leather and the (likely) still damp jock.  I was finally waved through, without a full search of my car.

I ate lunch.   And suddenly I was horny.   Dammit.  My dick plumped in my 501’s the moment I sat back behind the wheel.  I knew just where I could go.  I headed to Lansing, right on the way home—and to the establishment which is half bookstore and half sex club.

The space has been expanded and reconfigured since I was last there.  There are now more private rooms you can rent.  The public sling has a low dividing wall that acts as a door—so you can leave it open for people to join or shut it and show off.  There is a very large room with lots of old sofa seating for straight videos.  There is smaller room for bi-sexual videos.  There is still a slurp ramp and several curtained gloryhole booths.

I paid my admission and went in…

I take myself on a tour of the new areas.  The sling is empty.  So are many of the couches.  In the big, divided spaces, it’s hard to judge how many people are here.  I guess, after I make the entire circuit, there are about a dozen men here this afternoon.

I settle on a padded bench in the bi-sexual area.  The porn is good.  The married man against the far wall is better.  He is stroking a big dick.  He refuses any help, but doesn’t seem to mind me casting an occasional glance in his direction.  A good looking business type comes in.  He stands next to me and unzips.  He hauls out ten inches of hard dick.  (I am not exaggerating for blog purposes.  Real inches.  My cock was laid on top of it at one point and was shorter….)

“Well, looks like everybody in this room is hung,” the new arrival blurts out before bending over and taking two thirds of my cock deep in his mouth.  The married man reacts as if he’s disgusted, but won’t look away.  Ten comes up for air and I return the favor.  I take all but his last inch.  He tells me I’m a good cocksucker.  He goes back down on me.  This time when he comes up for air, he asks if we can go somewhere more private.  He leads to the sling area.  We leave the gate open. 

Ten strips out of all his clothes.  I am too cold to do that.  I sit on a bench behind the sling and suck his cock.  And lick his balls.  He croons as I lick them—another big dicked man whose balls are always over looked.  I make them slippery with my spit.

He kneels and does the same to mine, ignoring my cock this time.  Then he’s back on his feet and delivers a really rough fuck of my face.   I stroke his hairless ass crack with a wet finger—and suddenly he’s shooting a huge load down my throat.

We break.

But soon enough he fucks my face again.  This time we are in the gay commons area and I’m on my knees, pinned against the wall.  And we have an audience of four guys.  Ten shows off—holding my ears and making me take every inch.  I do.  I only have to pull off him once as he hits my gag reflex.  I slurp on him loudly for the audience.  It works.  They stroke faster.  I pull away from Ten and set my own pace—taking him inch by inch down my throat.

Eventually, Ten leaves to find another.  I go to the group of men who were watching.  Some suck me—I suck all of them—no one trying for a load.

I find Ten bent over with a sizable cock in his mouth.  I squirm under him and take his dick.  The three of us trade blow jobs.  I take Ten’s load again.  The other man shoots mostly on the floor before he realizes I want it.  I lick his spent cock clean.

The personnel changes. 

I see a familiar face.  It’s the shortest, youngest and cutest of the many Latino men I usually see at my regular bookstore.  We smile and chat.  He tells me he is coming up here now—now that there are no more gloryholes at the other place.

He pulls down his pants and bends over.  I eat his very hairy crack.

“Fuck me.”

I stand up and enter him.  In the past we have fucked rather surreptitiously with him just bent over in a dark corner of the gay theatre.  We have a padded bench this time for his comfort.  We take advantage of it.  There is no one else around to distract us.  I give him a good, vigorous and varied fuck.  I love watching my very white cock split his rounded, darker ass in two.  I pull out.  The young pig swivels instantly and tastes his ass on my dick.

“Fuck me some more.”

We’ve never had so long together.  He’s always broken it off, afraid he’ll miss someone else.  Today I’m the cock of choice.  I take full advantage of it and give him a fuck he’ll remember.

A new man rounds the corner of the slurp ramp.  He looks like a grad student from MSU, dressed in jeans and university sweatshirt, with a heavy jacket wide open.  He stops dead and begins to knead his crotch.  Soon he is pulling out a thick cock that has a curve to the left.  He strokes it, really manhandling it.

“Let him suck it for you,” I suggest.

He hesitates—then moves and sticks his dick in the Latino’s more than willing mouth.  We share a smile as we both pump into our spit roasted man.

“Do you want a turn in his ass?”

He pulls his spit covered dick out of the Latino’s mouth.  “Naw, I’m good.”  He plunges it back in.  Only to pull it out again, afraid he’ll shoot.

“His ass is really silky,” I tell him.  “He’s a hot fuck.”

Without a word he comes around behind the man supporting himself on the bench.  He spits on his curved cock and plows into him.  He fucks with absolutely no finesse—it’s all animal instinct.  The balls have to be emptied.

“I’m gonna…” he can’t quite choke out the words.

“Cum in his ass.  He loves it.”

I think he shoots one jet of cum in the Latino’s ass, before he pulls out and shoots the rest on the floor.  He stands there, his dick dripping as I kneel and dive into the ass he’s just fucked.  And yes, I can taste some load.

“Taste that load,” the Latino grates out.

“That is so hot…” the curved fucker mumbles, his cock still dripping.

It’s sending me over the edge.  I stand up.  I push into the puffy ass lips and pump.  Instantly I begin to spew my load.  I keep fucking.  It froths nicely so curved dick can see I shot in him.  I collapse on the back of the Latino. 

When I straighten up, the other guy is gone.  I pull out slowly.

“Thanks.”  The Latino cleans my cock before he kisses me.  “That should give me enough lube for the after work rush hour.”

He settles in to wait for the next cock. 

I kiss him once more—and I head to home.