Working the New Bookstore

Eastern Illinois—November, 2019

As good as the bathhouses were treating me, I still missed a trip to the bookstore.  It is such a different experience for me.  And I like porn.  And cruising.

So I got on a gay porn directory and did some research.  There was nothing in the middle of Indiana.  But not much farther than my drive to Indy, but in the opposite direction, I found two places that sounded intriguing.  I narrowed it down to one simply for my preference to sit in a “theatre” than walk the arcade and see only snippets of a video.

So on a full day off I went west into Illinois.  I found the place easily.  The whole complex is huge.  The arcade, from the number of admissions I saw ahead of me, was hopping.  I bought the pass for the theatres.  I was buzzed in.

I loved the layout.  Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door.  Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore.  I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner.  There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on.  There was a place to stand and watch in both areas.  Two, actually, in the straight theatre.  And the porn was mostly good.

The straight side had maybe five men in it.  I stayed there briefly before rounding the corner and going into the gay side.  The porn here was bare and good.  And two guys were playing with each other behind the low wall at the back…

I sit in a chair so I can watch the screen and watch the men.  One is a cute white cub, the other a tall, lanky mixed race man.  Pretty soon the cub disappears from view.  I hear the familiar sounds of a blow job.  But I can’t see it.  And I don’t want to disturb them.  I sit and stroke watching Peto Coast fuck.

In just a few minutes, the tall guy stops the Cub with a whispered “I don’t want to get off.”  I hear the Cub get back to his feet and the Tall guy motions towards me with a “Go suck that big one.”

Obediently, the Cub appears and asks if I want help.  I take my hands off my dick and let him suckle me down.  His shirt is unbuttoned, showing off a really hairy chest.  I find very pronounced nipples and start to twist them.  The Tall guy watches us for a moment and then takes off for the arcade.  I make the Cub do my balls as well as my shaft.  He’s excellent…and sucking makes him very horny.  The one time I reached down and touched his cock he batted my hand away.

He takes a break to rest his knees.  I lean forward and taste his stubby dick.  Not for long but to get a nice mouthful of sweet precum.  He pulls away, afraid of exploding.

He goes back down and does his best to get me off.  I tell him I, too, don’t want to drop my load yet.  He grins and sucks me for the sheer joy of having a dick in his mouth, not just for the reward.  He doesn’t stop when guys from the other room come in and observe us going at it.

We break again and he tells me he is going to find his friend, but he’ll be back.

I do myself up and go over to the straight side.  The crowd has thinned.  One lone man, older and grey, is sitting in front of the low wall at the back.  He is stroking his half hard dick.  He looks up at me.  I know those eyes.  I nod and get between his legs to suck his cock.  Almost instantly he shoots—never getting hard.

He leaves.  I stroke.  Alone in both theatres.  I stay in the straight theatre now, for the movie has changed on the gay screen to one where there are long story scenes and the fucking is latexed.  I am not alone for long.  A big ex footballer type lumbers in.  He watches me for a moment and goes to the gay side.  I give him a couple of minutes before I go over.  He is standing behind the wall, stroking.  I move behind him, against the cinder block back wall.  He turns.  He looks at my hard on and turns back to the screen.  I sink to my knees and he turns again.  This he likes.  He turns fully, presenting me with a fat dick with huge, hairy balls.  He takes three steps towards me and begins fucking my face.  No artful oral skills in play here.  He is just using me.

And he cums—his hairy balls, now damp with sweat slapping at my chin.

“You’re good,” he mumbles.  I only wish I could have showed him what I could really do.

I am still kneeling when the outer door opens and a new man arrives.  I stay put.  He rounds the corner, sees me and unzips.  He is very corporate looking, in a business suit and dress shoes.  He presents his hooded hardon.  I take his entire length.  He sighs as I skin him back with my tongue.  He takes longer, but it is still no more than five minutes work to get his load.  He thanks me profusely, asking if I’m new here. 

I tell him yes. 

“I hope to see you around.  We can use a guy like you.”

I stroke to some intense squirt porn on the straight side.  All alone.

The Cub returns when I have moved to the gay side with a new movie.  We trade blow jobs in the same chair.  But when he’s ready to unload he wants to step into the darkness behind the wall.  “You really want my load?”

I do.  And tell him so.

He lets me do all the tricks with my tongue—and he gives me a massive load he’s been building up in our four hours there.  Extra sweet.

I could taste it all the way home.

Bathhouse Tales: Freebie

Northwest Indiana—November, 2019

I must be getting old. 

The next sex I had was at one of the bookstores up in northwestern Indiana.  I know my brief play was after a hurried trip home, but I couldn’t remember much else about it.  I checked my notes.  I have always made notes about what I do since beginning the blog, but for this trip:  “6 or 7 loads.”  And that was it.  I am sure that most were in the cinema as I enjoy the space and doing it in public.  Maybe a couple were from the gloryholes, but I haven’t a clue about the men who gave them to me.  Not a single “Bear in leather jacket with stubby dick” notation.  And did I get off?  No idea…and it was only 33 days ago…

Indianapolis—November, 2019

I think I went to the bathhouse the very next day—and I won’t tell you which—for I sent a text to the dirty blond attendant.  He was glad to sign me in for free.  As I checked in, he told me to play however I wanted—he just wanted to get fucked at the end of his shift.

Perfect.

I stripped and went searching.  The steam room was vacant.  The guys were in the dark room…

I sit and watch a couple.  They are both my age or so.  The bear of the two is standing stock still as his shaved head friend or partner is working a finger or two up his hole.  How they interact with each other tells me they know each other well.  I take my cock out and stroke.

The two notice me.  The top takes his fingers out, spits on his dick and slowly pushes his six incher into his friend.  The bottom groans.  They both look over at me.

“You need that dick in your ass,” whispers the top—but loud enough that he’s sure I will hear it.

“I wish…” the bottom mumbles.

The top turns to me.  “You want to fuck this tight ass?”

I nod and stand up.  The bottom’s ass is wide and the hole hairy.  My cock drools looking at it.  The top spits on my cock and reaches around to guide me into the ass he’d just been fucking.  He stands behind me, working my nipples.  I’m pretty sure he is thinking he will stick his dick up me as I fuck, for it certainly is prodding my ass crack on the back stroke.

The bear bends to take me a little more easily.  It’s a nice hole—warm and wet and he squeezes down on me.  I build up the speed of the fuck.  “Take a turn,” I tell the other top, just at the point I feel his finger on my hole.

We share the bear back and forth.  We fuck him until he calls for a break.

I later find them in the sauna.  The bear slides behind me on the tier above and gives my shoulders a terrific massage.  “This was to say thank you,” he says, “but you really need this—your shoulders are so knotted.”  He works on me for quite awhile.  His friend sucks my dick as the bear works away on getting my shoulders to relax.

*****

I fuck a similar looking bottom for a moment or six in the steam room.  It is nice enough, but nothing special.  When the steam kicks in, it is a good excuse to excuse myself.  But then Phil starts to follow me around.  He wants more.  At first I am flattered that he tries to insinuate himself into every blow job or fuck I have in public.  Finally it is annoying enough that I have to tell him to back off some.  I would have gotten around to him again, too, if he had let me work on my schedule…

*****

In a porn area with limited seating, an older Asian is jerking a hot seven incher with lots of foreskin.  We trade blow jobs.  When I am down on him the second time, he lifts his legs and pushes the top of my head until my tongue finds his tight ass.

“Lick me,” he commands.

I do.  I giving him a tongue fucking that opens his pucker.  His uncut dick is now in constant precum mode.  I return to it, get a mouthful of precum and then stick it up his hole with my tongue.  This makes him pant.  And eventually he hisses that I am a “dirty man.” 

He’s been on his back, legs in the air on a hard bench.  I suggest he kneel on it so I can get deeper into his hole.

“I’m a top…” he starts.

“So?  Does it feel good?”

He flips for me.  And I dig in…

Next we meet in the steam room.  I eat his hole there, too, once we are alone.

Then in the dark room, over a railing.

I see him at his locker.  He grins at me.  “Going to get room.”

And he gets it.  So he could really cut loose, away from all the men who knew him as a top.  He sucks me again.  I eat his ass until he’s begging:  “Stick it in my ass.  I want to try.”

“You sure?”

“ But no cum.”

And I fuck him.  It hurts both of us for a moment…until I fish old poppers out of the top of my sock.  He opens up like a bottom whore…and I fuck him until he shoots all over his chest.

*****

The Dirty Blond finds me in my room, with the door open, 30 minutes after his shift ends.  He shuts the door.  He strips and spends a long time mouthing my jock, getting it good and wet and reconstituting old fuck juices.  I marvel again about how young and trim he is after a pretty steady diet of daddies today.

I briefly eat his hole, with him bent over the bed.  He whimpers as I do it…but his dick goes down, so I am getting mixed signals.  He is rock hard the moment my wet cock head pushes into him.  He loves to feel used—his ass juts up in the air and he can’t see me fuck him.  I want to open the door and let others use him, but I don’t.

We flip so he’s on his back.  His legs find my shoulders.  We fuck—looking deep into each other’s eyes.

“Daddy, will you do something for me?”

“If I can…”

“Piss fuck me.”

I grin and grab my water bottle and take a swig.  Just the feel of the water pouring into me opens the taps. I slow the fuck and stay hard as I fill him with piss.  More and more.  When I finally run dry.  I fuck him some more.  The piss is so deep into him, not a drop sloshes out.  I stroke harder.  I am building to a big final cum. 

His phone goes off with an odd sound.  “It’s the front office.  Got to…”  He reads the text.  He apologizes and says he needs to go downstairs…and it might be awhile.  Off he goes, his cute butt full of at least my piss.

But I need to cum.  No one seems to be on this floor.  I go down to the steam room.  A guy is bent over, ass in the air as he sucks a cock.  I can’t see either of them in the dim light and the mist.  My hand finds the guy’s crack.  He pushes back on me.  I substitute my dick for my finger.  He grunts an affirmative around the cock flesh in his mouth.

In six or seven strokes—he has my load.  I don’t wait to see who it is…but I kind of hope it’s annoying Phil…

Happy Holidays!

New Jersey—December, 2019

I am sitting here at my brother’s dining room table.  I can just see the lit tree, in shades of red and white, through the archway to the living room.  The two of us and his long time partner, now husband, had a very low key Christmas Day.  

I am not expecting to have any play for the short time I’m here.  My sex celebration will be New Years.  I am headed to Toronto on my return from Jersey and will attend the final Fukdto of the year—and then see what trouble I can get into for the next couple of days in Canada.

Happy Holidays to all my readers.  This has been a year where the number of men reading about my sexual exploits has really taken off.  So thank you and keep reading!

 You all know I love the art of Etienne  (Dom Ordjudes), Chicago’s answer to Tom of Finland.

I need to invite those boys in and help them get their asses warm…

Churning the Loads in Marshall

Indianapolis—November, 2019

Sometime in the course of my first meet with Marshall, (here if you missed it) we talked about lube.  We both agreed that our preference was another man’s cum.  By the time I had shot deep into his talented manhole, we were talking about a meet at one of the bathhouses to get him lubed up for me.  Later that night, when I texted him my thanks for the first fuck, we mentioned it again…and set it up for early in the next week.  We both wanted it.  A lot.

We decided on the Works as we wanted the public sling.  I got there first, knowing he had an appointment before our meet time.  The whole place felt busy.  The parking lot was crowded.  I paid, stripped and thought I would take a steam.  And check out the men. 

I go in.  A cycle of steam has just stopped.  Naked, I move cautiously through the misty blackness and turn the corner.  Five men are having sex.  One man is on his knees sucking a seated man who I can’t see with the clouds of mist.  Another man is bent over and sucking a cock while getting pounded by a third.   I sit near the trio.  The man in his mouth shoots.  The pig swallows and moves over to my lengthening cock.  I catch the eye of the man pounding him, a graying African-American, who seems to be throwing him a great fuck.  The fucker groans—did he get off?—I can’t tell.  He pulls out and leaves.  I want to taste the middle guy’s hole, but he stops sucking me and follows the man out.

Instead, I get some head from some new comers.

I return the favor.

The steam starts up.  Halfway through the cycle I feel like I am overheating.  I step out, covered in sweat.  The cold air is a shock.  I move to the sauna to dry off.  The same bottom is now sucking on the African American.  The top smiles at me and I sit near him.  He finally pats his sucker’s head and says he needs to take a break.  He wraps his towel around himself before I can see his dick.  I tell him I have a friend coming in about 20 minutes with a terrific ass and that I would love to tag team with him. 

He nods and sort of shrugs.  He grins as my erect cock drools with the thought of it.

*****

Marshall seems to be running late.  When he isn’t in evidence right at 2:00pm I go to my locker and check my phone.  Being a considerate pig, I have a text saying he’s going to be 20 minutes late.  I don’t mind for I’m having fun—getting head from all sorts of men and occasionally sucking some dick myself.  I have turned down one offer of ass as I want Marshall’s to be the first of my day.  I go back upstairs and do a little more.

But now he’s later than his text.  I am concerned—not that he won’t show, but that the crowd of men is thinning.  It seems like a very 12 to 3 kind of group.  I check my phone again and his room number pops up.  I go upstairs and find the room.  It’s right on the corner—everyone has to pass it to get downstairs.  Perfect.

We greet each other and the next words out of my mouth are “On all fours.”  He rolls and presents his ass for my inspection.   I spread his cheeks, lean in and spit on the hole.  Marshall does a quick intake of breath from the sound and the gob landing on his pucker.  I kneel and tongue it deep into his pliant hole.  We already have the first onlooker watching from the open doorway.  I make a show of reaching up and pulling the cheeks apart again.  My tongue goes deeper and Marshall moans and grinds his ass back against my face.

I stand up and slap my wet cock against his hole.  I turn to the older man in the doorway.  His towel is tented.  I recognize him as the man who was the middle of the spit roast in the steam.  I am guessing he will not be fucking.  But you never know.

I push the head of my dick into Marshall.  He grunts and murmurs “Fuck me…” 

My entire length slides into him.  I hold.  And fuck.  Noisily.  I look back at the door.  The guy is stroking now, his dick sticking out of his towel.  I turn my attention back to Marshall.  My hands begin massaging his back as I fuck.  He groans and takes a hit of poppers.

I turn back to the guy in the door.  He’s removed his towel to stroke.  When he sees me looking, he turns and shows me his ass.  I smile and turn my attention back to Marshall, who is now tightening down his hole on every other stroke.  I hear the guy take off.

Others watch.  I invite a handsome Latin wrapped in a towel to take a turn.  He begs off with “I just shot my load, dammit.”  But enjoys watching the fuck.  So I pull out so he can see my full length and tap Marshall on the shoulder to taste his ass juices.  He gobbles me down—moaning and slurping away.

A couple of other men stop and watch, but everyone seems to be on their way out the door.  I glance at the clock.  It’s three.  “Let’s go see where the others are,” I tell him.

We fuck a little in the steam room, but don’t linger as the one man in there seems to not care about anything, much less the sex happening next to him.

We go to the big dark porn room with the padded floor.  It’s empty.  I sit on the wall that runs parallel with the screen and tell Marshall to get me hard again.  He slides off the bench beside me and crawls between my legs.  Just the sight of his ass in the air makes me plump up.  Instead of sucking my cock, he lifts my balls and begins licking under them—between my cock ring and ball sack as I showed him the last time we met.

The door opens.

A younger man comes in.  He’s Latin.  There is some extra weight on him, but he has a killer smile.  And he flashes it at me as he watches Marshall move from my balls to licking my dick.  He opens his towel and begins to stroke a sizable, uncut cock.

“Go suck him,” I whisper to Marshall.  He crawls to the new man.  They guy sighs heavily, so I know Marshall is doing it right.  I go to the floor and lick Marshall’s ass.  It’s an awkward angle, so I’m not there long.  I straighten up and sink my cock into Marshall’s moist hole.  He groans around the dick in his mouth.

“That’s so hot,” says the guy in Marshall’s mouth.  “Fuck him good.”

I build to a blistering fuck speed, slapping Marshall’s ass as I do it.

“You want to use his hole?” 

“I don’t fuck much.  I love a good mouth.”

“He’s got one, hasn’t he?” I grin.

“Great.”

I stop fucking and pull all the way out.  The guy sees I’m fucking him bare.  His eyes brighten.  Watching my every move, the guy swallows hard as I spit on my cock and shove it back in.

“Sure you don’t want some?” I ask.

“Let me get a condom…”

“Oh, man.  No.  I want to fuck in your load.”

That does it. 

He stands up.  I pull out of Marshall and watch the guy kneel.  He positions himself at Marshall’s puffy hole.  I lean over and spit on his cock.  He shivers.  And plunges in.   “Fuck!” he groans.  “His ass is so hot!”

He begins to fuck at jack rabbit speed.  This isn’t going to take long.  I watch his face.  I watch the uncut cock splice Marshall in two. 

The door  opens and the African-American man walks in.  He stops in his tracks, watching us.  He drops his towel to reveal a hot, hard seven + incher.  He strokes it as he watches Marshall take it. 

In moments the Latino cums.  Hard.  And deep.  He stays in place—I can tell Marshall is squeezing out every drop.  When the guy finally totters to his feet, I lick his dick and make him shudder.  He thanks me—and stays to watch the fun.

I look at the older top.  “This is the guy I told you about.”

He nods.  Eager.

I stick my dick in Marshall.  “Let me push this load deeper.”  I do and fuck a few strokes.

I pull out.  “It’s all yours.”  I move to Marshall’s mouth to have him taste the Latino’s load.  The other top mounts him.  Marshall is now full of two cocks.

“This is what I like,” says the Top.  “Love fucking in load…”

I don’t think he will be long about it, either.  He speeds up the fuck and calls Marshall a whore.  A cum whore.  A filthy cum fag. 

That does it.  He shoots in Marshall, blast after blast.  Calling him yet another name with each spurt.

He collapses on Marshall’s back.  I pull out of Marshall’s mouth and kneel by the spent top.  When he finally pulls out, I clean his cock.  He loves it—he’s not nearly as sensitive as most guys are after they shoot.  I get a nice mix of the two loads and ass jizz on his cock.  I save it in my mouth to snowball to Marshall.  Both guys watch as I feed him the mix of their two loads.  I am aching to fuck as we swap the load back and forth.

I move around behind Marshall and sink into his spunked out hole.  Heaven.

“I’m going to shoot so fast,” I tell him.  I turn to the two guys who are both standing there, watching me fuck in their combined semen. 

The older guy steps closer and slaps his wet cock across my face—before shoving it in my mouth.

I explode, giving Marshall his third and final load of the day.

It is a felching dream, as it drips out onto my tongue…

Bathhouse Tales: The Dirty Blond

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