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…