Indianapolis, IN—January, 2018
I
did have one other encounter in January.
I don’t really need to do a post for it, but... While working in rural Indiana and we had a Sunday
off, I went to The Works, the second bathhouse in Indianapolis. Sunday afternoon at a bathhouse—sounds
logical, yes?
I
used to go to The Works for play and then stay the night as I commuted to a job
in Tennessee. I always thought of The Works
for cock sucking and The Club for fucking.
For some reason (and I really don’t know now) I stopped going. It was certainly starting to show wear or perhaps
I wanted to fuck more, but I just stopped.
But
I’d read on BBRT, The Works was about to start hosting Cum Union parties. I wanted to see the place again, even though
I knew I couldn’t go to the first CU party.
I found it in much better shape.
There was now a sling room and an expanded play area in a video
room. That was to the good.
The day, though, was kind of a bust. I did find a couple of guys who wanted suck me, but they were really not very good. One was handsome enough, but those teeth!! I swallowed a load in the steam room after about 5 seconds of sucking. This part of the post doesn’t get the “Bad Sex” label or the “Odd.” Do I need to create a “Ho-Hum Sex” label?
The day, though, was kind of a bust. I did find a couple of guys who wanted suck me, but they were really not very good. One was handsome enough, but those teeth!! I swallowed a load in the steam room after about 5 seconds of sucking. This part of the post doesn’t get the “Bad Sex” label or the “Odd.” Do I need to create a “Ho-Hum Sex” label?
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Memphis, TN—February, 2018
I
made my usual job related trip to Memphis.
I went to the same bookstore I’d found the year before on my only
evening off. There is one “theatre” where
mismatched chairs are in poorly aligned rows to look at the small television showing
grainy straight porn. You now get to it
by walking through the arcade, where the doors look like they’d fall off the
hinges if they ever got used. There is still a bathroom where men scope out
each other at side by side urinals. There
is also that small side room with nothing but a block to support yourself as
you bend over…
I sit in the back row. It’s really dark. The screen is so small it throws out no extra
light at all. I am very aware of sex
noises happening in the blackest corner.
Finally my eyes adjust. A big bear
of a man is hunched over giving head. He
totally blocks the man he’s sucking.
From the sounds the recipient is making, the head must be terrific. The sucker works harder. The sounds of orgasm are unmistakable. Looking like he’s just run a marathon or he’s
just learning how to walk, the recipient pushes by the sucker and me, doing up
his zipper, on his way to the bathroom.
I can see he is a good looking guy, but not much else.
The sucker turns to me. Of course I’ve gotten my dick out to jack to
the terrific aural of the blowjob, not the threeway (I think) that’s on the screen. The sucker looks like he’s just pitched camp
and cut the firewood for the evening. He
finds a stray strand of cum in his Grizzly Adams beard and licks his finger
clean. He moves down the two seats
between us to be next to me. He licks
his lips. I pause for only a millisecond. I nod.
And he bends to take me in his mouth.
Oh, fuck! He’s
great. This is how a blowjob is supposed
to be. His tongue is constantly on the
move, the suction is good, there’s a ton of spit—maybe it’s cum?!—and he’s
found a great rhythm. His beard is
tickling my balls. Woof!
He works on me a long time. I have a moment early on where I think I
might give him my load. Nope, my cock
thinks differently and it continues to
just enjoy the expert sucking.
He finally stops.
“Are you ever going to cum?” It’s
a much higher voice than I expect from this big bear. I explain I rarely get off with sucking—no matter
how good. He thanks me. I thank him.
He goes off to his waiting dinner, saying “You’ll have no problem
finding someone who wants that big thang.”
I go into the back room. The good looking guy is there. The moment I enter, he gets on his knees, his
mouth open. I feed him. He’s no here near as good, but certainly not
bad. It’s fun to be in charge. I fuck my big, wet dick into his mouth. My fucking his face makes him knead his
recently spent cock through his pants.
And it also gives him an idea. He
gets up and lies on the block, his head hanging over the edge. I lower my cock into his mouth. I fuck deeper and deeper into his
throat. He gags. And loves it.
He’s now hard under his fly. I
pump into his face. Going extra deep
every so often to make his gag reflex go off.
He sits up after a dozen or so times of this. “I wish I could get your load.”
I explain again.
We break. I go back to the back
row—and sit in the corner chair where he was.
I stroke to the porn—are they pirates doing her?
The good looking guy finds me. He unzips.
“I know what you need,” he
hisses. He feeds me his cock. I suck him.
He holds my head still and fucks my face—except he doesn’t have enough
dick to gag me. But he does have another
load. Not big—but it fires with real
strength into my mouth. I swallow
hungrily. He pats my head and leaves.
I stroke.
I really want another cock to suck.
A 30-something Black man comes in. He sits next to me. He’s drop dead gorgeous. He pulls out a very large dick. We stroke in silence.
“Stand up,” he whispers. I think he wants to suck me. I stand.
But he does, too. I’m
confused. “Look at our dicks.” I do. “They
look like twins!” He gestures me to put
mine side by side with his, but facing the other way. My cock drools into his tight corkscrewed
pubes. We are exactly the same length. The same girth. Big mushroom heads. In Black and White. “I need to suck me some of that.”
He gets to his knees and I am treated to my third
good blowjob. Sloppy and wet. When his knees tire, he stands back up. I offer him a guiding hand as he slips on the
floor. He surprises me with a wet,
pre-cummy kiss. “Now suck me like that.”
I go to my knees.
I take him as deep as I am able.
He hands me poppers. I hit them
and am able to take him to the root. Repeatedly.
And I cum. Right
between his legs. Puddles and puddles of
it.
He pulls out and, with a quick grunt, white washes
my beard. He pushes it back into my face
and lets me clean up every drop.
I think it's safe to say these twins left equally satisfied. This is exactly the sort of chance hot bookstore encounter that make visiting them worth while....and so incredible to read about.
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