Re-Post: Hot Mystery Guy

Here are two fucks with the same guy from the early days of the blog. 

We never saw each other again…but I loved fucking him. 

All the juicy details.  And there are pictures, too!

Take the jump to 'Hot Mystery Guy,'  our first meet here.

And to a quickie, a few months later, called 'Before the Boyfriend Gets Home' here.

And this was my first profile pic on a hook up site.

Re-Post: St. Louis Orgy

He is a good place to start for a re-post. 

Friends in St Louis always threw an orgy for me when I showed up in their city for a conference.  This two part post has a huge following and, interestingly, the oral section far more than the second part when the fucking commences. 

Written back in 2014, here are both parts of my evening meeting and breeding some of St Louis’ finest…

St Louis Orgy—Oral  is here.

St Louis Orgy—Fucking and Felching is here.

Enjoy.

Getting By

So here we sit. 

I last got off with another person 40 days, 8 hours and 36 minutes ago.

I still have a few backed up sexcapades to write up, but they are dwindling fast.  If I can’t go out to play I am thinking I will re-post some from the early years of the blog that new readers may have missed.  I know men are reading me—the numbers are very high right now.

I have also seen that this has been a time for a lot of talk—reaching out for any kind of connection.  I have written most of my regulars and I have heard from more readers than ever before.   Also from men lining things up for whenever that day dawns and we can feel at least slightly safer about having sex.

I did want to share one email I got from a long time reader.  It was a little before the outbreak, but it touched on a subject I hadn’t thought of in exactly those terms:

“I just want to thank you.

I'm traveling for work, in Pakistan.

They block most sex-related websites, and I think gay sex and unmarried sex is illegal.

Anyway, your blog isn't blocked, which gives me good opportunity to read 'one-handed'…”

Certainly my blog is biggest in English speaking countries, but thanks to the stats Google supplies, I know I have readers from all over.  Until I got his note, I had never really thought about those reading me where most sex—and certainly the kind of sex I glory in—is suppressed. 

That’s why I love to hear from readers.

So—take care of yourselves.  (I really believe in flattening the curve—and it’s slowly happening here in Michigan, a severely hard hit state.)  Get online and strike up a chat with someone you don’t know but find interesting.  Will the young man I’m talking to in Britain find his way here?  I haven’t a clue, but we both are enjoying the other’s dirty mind.

So here is an inspirational picture.  You can feel free to write me, too—just clean the spunk off your hands before you use the keyboard….

Kink At the Bookstore--Hours Four and Five

 Lansing—February, 2020

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

I need to stretch my legs after sucking the load out of the man with porn on his phone.  I walk the length of the building to the big screen gay area.  I sit in the shadows against the back wall and take my cock out.  I take a long drink from my water bottle—for a moment it brings the taste of the last man’s cum to life before it washes it all away.  My cock stands back up—and I lean back in my chair, shutting my eyes.

I hear someone approach.  I don’t open my eyes.  I hear him kneel.  He takes me in his mouth.  It a sloppy blow job with lots of saliva.  My cock adds some precum to all the extra spit in his mouth.  I sense someone standing near my shoulder—watching, I assume.

“You try,” the man between my legs says.  “I can’t get him off.”

The men change places.  I will myself to keep my eyes shut.  I want to keep it totally anonymous.  This new mouth is not anywhere as experienced.   He concentrates on my cock head and uses his hand on my shaft.  His teeth connect on the ridge of my cockhead more than once.

He, fortunately, gives up quickly. 

My cock is in the cool air for a moment.  Just as I am about to move, another man kneels.  Or is it the first guy again.  There is lots of wet suction—but it feels slightly different.  He also doesn’t take as much of my shaft into his throat.  It must be a third man taking the bait.

I hear the new guy sigh—and use my legs to help him get up from the kneeling on the hard concrete.  “That’s a wonderful dick,” he says once he’s on his feet.  “I’d sit on it if I’d known to clean today.”  He shuffles off.

I wait a moment and only then do I open my eyes.  There is no one in the room with me.  Perfect.

*****

I go back to my original chair near the padded fuck table.  The handsome foot guy returns.  As much as I enjoyed his ministrations to my right foot, I decline his working on my left.  He easily gets another man on the table and I like watching the new guy try to take the big dick deep into his throat.

I am interrupted from being a voyeur by the man with the phone.  He stands in the doorway and beckons me over.  “Can you do me again?” he whispers.

I nod and follow him.  This time we hide out in the sling area.  It goes down exactly the same way.  I suck as much as I can of his thick cock into my mouth and he watches straight porn on his phone.  It takes slightly longer, as it’s only been 45 minutes after his last ejaculation.  But he’s every bit as hard.  And the load seems just as big.

The crowd in thinning when I emerge after his jizz is shot.  I sit on a bench near the now deserted gloryholes to watch an orgy scene on the gay porn screen.  My cock is out.  Of course.

A younger Black man finds me there.  He is around 30, maybe 5’9” and rather stocky.  He sits next to me.

“I bet you’ve been busy,” he says, gesturing to my dick.

“Yeah.  More than my share, I guess."

“Can I suck it?”

I shrug an ‘of course.’

He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  His tongue is velvety.  I have rarely felt anything like it.  And his mouth is big.  He has all his teeth, but it feels like those guys who take out their plate or their dentures to suck.  It’s heavenly.

He comes up for air.  I tell him how good it is.

 “Let me do your nuts.”  He pulls my pants down to my knees and begins sucking and licking the swollen ball sack, pulling the strap of the jock aside.  He licks my balls and then does huge swipes of my tongue across my perineum. 

He pauses—and then takes the pouch of my jock, which is bunched to the left of my cock, into his mouth.  He groans.  Finally, he stops.  “You taste so good.  Tell me you don’t use deodorant.”

“Not at this time of year.”

“I need to taste you.” He stands up. “Let’s go in here.”  He pulls me up, and I waddle with my pants around my ankles to the padded fuck table where I had my foot worked on.  He kneels and unlaces my boots and pulls them off. Then the pants.  I take off the sweatshirt.  I am naked but for jock and athletic socks.

I expect him to go for my pits, but he tells me to lie down.  He strips himself until he has nothing left on but dress socks and some brand of designer underwear I don’t recognize.  I lie with my hands behind my head, pits exposed.  He gets between my legs and sucks my cock.  And my balls.  Only then does he come up to lick my pits. 

And kiss me for the first time. His tongue is large—very large.  And so supple and active.  I love the acrid taste of my pits on it.  So does here.  He attacks them again.  And again.

“Roll over.”  I do.  I have never been so naked or vulnerable in a bookstore.  He sits astride my thighs and gives me an expert back rub.  I melt.  He moves down, his hands kneading my butt cheeks.  He bends.  His tongue drills into my tight pucker.

“Fucccckkkk…” I moan into my folded arms.  After the initial taste, he won’t stop licking and prodding me with that massive tongue.  Over and over again. 

He flips me so I am on my back.  My thighs are now on his shoulders, so he can eat my hole that way.  Neither of us like this angle, so I get on all fours.  He buries his face in my ass.  I groan and tell him to eat me out.

A man comes in.  He unzips and strokes.  Eventually he offers me his cock.  He fucks my face as my ass is tongued and eaten.  The new guy gives me a load.  I hold in it my mouth, guessing the man on my ass will want to share it with me. 

He does.  I roll over and we both sit up to snowball it back and forth.

And that does it.  I’m going to cum.  Finally.  He is right there to take every drop as I explode all over his face and open mouth…

Kink at the Bookstore--Hours Two and Three

Lansing—February, 2020

(This picks up right where the last post left off…)

As the well hung foot licker struts out the door, I roll over and grab my sock.  My toes are still very wet.  There is a roll of paper towel on a table under the screen, so I hop over to it and rip off a couple of sheets.  As I sit and dry my foot, a series of hot men stream in and out of the room, never pausing on their hunt for cock or ass.

Once fully dressed again, I go out looking myself.  All the gloryholes seem to be in use—at least the doors are still shut.  In the straight screening area there is a blow job happening—and older man servicing a cute college kid.  The sling is empty.  I continue back to the big screen gay area. 

Six men are standing behind the couch.  Two are stroking erect dicks.  They are watching a threeway suck fest on the couch—and perhaps surprisingly—one of participants is a woman.  At least I think she is, but it may not be so.  I don’t need to join this scene so I go back to sling.  Sure enough, a man comes to see if I’m fucking someone.  When he sees   I am just stroking to the porn across the way he goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth.   The man is likely my age, much shorter and a little stocky.  Getting to his knees is an issue, but his mouth is heaven.  He knows just how to suck me.  Slow.  Wet.  Sensual.  Reveling in the act of sucking cock, not trying to get me off in a minute so he can move on to another.  He only stops when his knees give out.   I offer to return the favor, but he has no need of my skills.

*****

The threeway has dissolved on the couch in the gay area.  But one of the watchers and strokers is still there, now stroking to the old and tired porn.  He waves me over.  I go.  I kneel and suck his cock.  It’s a nice cut seven incher.  I work on his head, shaft and then his balls.  This gets the biggest sigh of pleasure from him.

After five minutes or so he leans forward.  He catches sight of my cock.  He pulls me up and gives me head.  While not bad, he is nowhere near as good as what I just had.

We continue to go back and forth, sucking each other and neither trying for orgasm.  Just enjoying the feel of mouth on cock…

*****

I am back next to the padded table where I had my foot sucked.  A handsome man, tall, thick and with muscles showing through his tight t-shirt, comes in.  He is at least six foot, Black, maybe 45 and has a very large wedding ring on his left hand that keeps catching the little light there is in this room.  He moves to the other side of the table.

Silence.

“You suck, right?”

I nod.

“I saw you earlier on here.”  He points to the table between us.  “You want mine?”

“Sure.”  I stand up.

“Not here,” he whispers fiercely.  “Come on.”

I follow him to the booths.  He can’t get into any of them.  So he leads me to the bathroom.  There is no door here, just a curtain.  I hope that will make him feel secure enough.

“Now, suck this thing.”

I go to my knees. 

He unzips. He pulls out a true beer can cock.  It’s not long but incredibly thick.  On my first try, I just get his head in my mouth.  I will my jaw to open and it works.  I take most of him in me.  I hear him grunt. 

And then the sound of a girl moaning. 

I glance up.  He has his phone out—holding it  above my face, but he not filming me—he’s watching straight porn as the fag sucks him off.

For a moment I’m put off—and then I find it kind of hot.  I stretch my jaw open and take a little more of him.  He likes this.  He is even able to slightly thrust his cock into me.

I can’t do much but be wide and wet.  My tongue works the underside of his shaft. 

The girl on his phone screams out her climax.  It’s his trigger.  He shoots into my mouth.  Rope after rope of thick, viscous cum.  He pulls out of my mouth abruptly.  A large dollop goes in my beard.  He tries to move away from me, but my tongue snakes out to clean him up.

“Well, shit….” He mumbles.  He likes this after all.  Has no one ever done this part to him?  He stands willingly now, for me to clean up every drop.

“That was great,” he says and tucks the phone into his back pocket.  I give his cock more lick to get the final white pearl emerging from the big, black slit…

(One more installment to cum…)

Kink at the Bookstore--Hour One

Lansing—February, 2020

Zane, the scent pig, had invited me back for a big sex party in Chicago at the end of the month.  By the middle of that last week of the month I became so horned I knew I had to blow a load before that event.  I had just been to my usual bookstore with Braydon, so I headed a little farther away to the half bathhouse/half bookstore.  I was there for just under five hours.

I arrive right after lunch.  The parking lot is nicely full.  I am buzzed into the dark playland of slings, fuck tables and glory holed booths.  I piss and lock my coat in a locker.  I glance into the big screen gay area.  It is empty save for one man jerking to grainy condomed porn.  I continue to explore.  The three screened straight area has at least half a dozen men, cocks out and stroking to the different films.  I see the upper half of tall black man behind a high backed couch.  He is holding someone’s leg.  I can only guess he is plowing a hole.  I make eye contact with him, smile and continue on my way.

The GH booths, which now have doors instead of curtains, are packed.  All are shut up and you can hear sex happening behind them.  I go into the farthest and smallest room, where I always jerk to the bi-sexual porn to wake my cock up.  I sit—and see the newest room, a darkish room with booths that are wide open.  I let my cock stand up with the porn—and then go into the dark room.  There is tall business type in a suit leaning against the wall with the ubiquitous cell phone.  He taps it off as I lean against the wall opposite him.  My cock is tucked behind the pouch of my jock, but dangling out the side.  The man can’t take his eyes off it. 

I look at him and cup my balls.

His hand dances over the mound beneath his suit pants.

I take out my cock.  I look right at him and slowly run my fist from wet head down the sticky shaft to my swollen balls.

He unzips.  It takes some work to get it out from tight underwear, but he bares a regulation six-incher with a lot of foreskin.

I stroke.

He works the skin off his cock head.

Neither of us will make the first move.

We stroke.  And stare.

Fuck it.  I step towards him. 

That’s all it takes—he comes right to me.  He bends and takes me in his mouth.  It’s a horrible angle—but I let him suck me.  He’s not going to kneel on this floor in that well tailored suit.

He pulls off me.  “Shit…”

I know he’s going to blow a load.  I sink to my knees and manage to get it all in my mouth.  I have to swallow fast.  He cums with the foreskin tight around his cock head.  My tongue pokes in and he winces, retreating to the other side of the room to mop up.  I thank him for the load.  He grunts some appreciative noises.

I go back and sit in the bisexual area.  I stroke.  Balancing my water bottle on the padded fuck table to my right.

The tall Black guy I saw when I came in enters.  He sits on the other side of the fuck table.  Then stands to open his pants.  He’s a good looking guy—anywhere between 30 and 45--tall and lean.  A very long, slender cock plops out of boxer briefs.  He sits and we stroke.

He breaks the silence… “Do you like your feet licked?”

“Sometimes.”

“That’s what gets me going.”  He pauses.  “And you have big feet.”

It suddenly twigs—when I walked in he wasn’t holding that leg up for a fuck but to lick.

“I do,” I say, agreeing with him.

“Take those boots off and let me suck your toes.   You can suck my dick while I do it.”

I think for a second.  Why not?  I take off my boots and the sock of my right foot as instructed.  The pants have to come off, too.  I slip the left boot back on and lie down on the table.  He stands by the side and hoists my naked leg in the air.  His wide mouth engulfs all my toes and over the ball of my foot.  His tongue is velvety and loving.  My cock drools at this different kind of body stimulation.  I turn my head slightly towards him—and there is his hard cock—right in my face.  I have to move only a fraction of an inch to suck him as he goes to town on my foot.  His cock is long—but not too thick—which is perfect, for soon he is fucking my face.  And I can take him all the way down.

With my foot, he is now servicing each toe individually—sucking them like they were precious little cocks.  It never tickles.  He knows the pressure to apply to make it incredibly sensual.  Now as much of my foot is in his mouth as he can take.  Only then does his hand run down my bare ass crack.  But it’s an accident.  A mere brush with his fingers.  He has no interest in my ass at all.

He pulls my foot out of his mouth.  He is panting.  And the speed of his mouth fucking is picking up.  I pull off his dick and go for his sweaty balls.  I can’t believe how fragrant they are from his sexual exertions. 

“Yessss…” he hisses and dives back onto my foot.  He is all but gagging on it now.  I find his cock head and get it to my mouth just in time.

He explodes. 

A big creamy load.  He keeps all five toes in his mouth until his cock starts to wilt between my lips.  I lick him clean and he gently, almost reverently, lays my leg back down on the padded table.

“Thank you, thank you!” he enthuses as he does up his fly.  “Give me half an hour and I’ll do your other foot.”

Off he goes, leaving me lying half naked on the fuck table, my cock dripping, my foot sopping wet and a dollop of his cum in my beard.

End of the first hour.  Lots more to cum…

Spit Roasting Braydon

Near Home—February, 2020

Braydon is the young cub who I met and bred at the bookstore last fall.  He was so much fun I suggested he come to the playroom the next day to be fucked by both Don and Reid.  (Those exploits are here and here.)  Braydon wanted another meet right after that—but I was off to Indiana to work until the end of the year.

Once home, we tried again.  He had a new job, so he had a much fuller schedule and I had all that business travel to Memphis.  We finally aligned our schedules toward the end of February.  We wanted to use the playroom—but Michigan hit a cold snap and I could not get the temperature up in the second story of my drafty Victorian home to where either of us would be comfortable naked.  We decided to go back to the bookstore.  It was a Friday afternoon—and both of us kind of hoped other men would want to join us…

There are quite a few cars in the lot.   I go in, pay, piss and go into the straight cinema.  At the front of the theatre, a man and woman are ringed by all the other men in the place.  She is bouncing on his dick—and is occasionally instructed to suck one of the bystanders.  I don’t see my bearded cub among this group.  I pass a clean shaven guy in the doorway who smiles at me.  Wait…that’s Braydon.  He has cut the bushy beard off for his new employers.  We go into the gay cinema.  He does not even want to be in the same room as the girl.

We catch up a little—for there is no one there.  We won’t disturb anyone with our talking.  But soon enough he is on his knees, between my splayed legs, unbuttoning my Army issue pants.

“I’ve missed this,” he says, hefting my thickening cock.

He sucks my cock to life.  He has it drooling onto his tongue in no time.  I move his head down to my balls.  I jerk as he licks them, leaving the hairy orbs sopping wet.

The door opens. A guy in his 40’s stands to the side and watches us.  He unzips when we make no move to stop.  He strokes a pretty average sized dick.

“Here.”  I gesture for him to come closer.  He does.  I hunker down in the chair a little, grab his cock and guide it into my mouth.  He gasps but lets me blow him as his eyes never leave Braydon sucking me.  Braydon grins and makes a show of it:  pulling off so the guy can see the full length, teasing the piss slit with his tongue to make me precum, licking it up and swallowing when I do.

I move down to the guy’s much bigger balls and give a slight pull on Braydon’s shoulder.  He knows what I want.  He come up and sucks the guy as I give the guy’s balls the same treatment Braydon gave mine.

It’s too much for him.  “I’m going to cum.”  But he pulls away and splatters all over the floor.  He won’t let either of us lick him clean either.  So instead I tell Braydon to get naked so I can eat his ass.  In no time, he is in nothing but athletic socks and bent over a chair.  The spent guy watches me kneel behind Braydon’s ass and stick my tongue into it.  Fuck.  He’s warm and moist.  I get so caught up in the rimming, I don’t hear the guy leave, but when I stand up to fuck, he’s gone.

I sink into Braydon’s wet hole.  Full length in one slow push.  His hole flowers open—so ready to receive me.  “Fuck, I love your dick…” he mumbles.

I begin to fuck.  I don’t even pause as the door opens.  Another mid 40’s man enters.  He sits in a chair even with us.  He takes his dick out as I drool some spit on my cock, where it lands with a soft splat.  I fuck it into Braydon. 

I look over at the new guy.  His cock is bigger than the other man—and very red.  Braydon has seen it too.  He begins making slightly louder grunts and groans.  He keeps glancing at the guy.

I look over at the stroker.  “Give him what he wants.”

It takes a moment for him to decide.  He watches me slap Braydon’s ass and pick up the pace of the fuck—and then he’s on his feet.  He brings his dick to Braydon’s mouth.

“That’s it.  Spit roast him.” 

I watch the guy’s face.  It’s obvious Braydon is doing a good job.  I am fucking Braydon hard enough that I am pushing him onto the guy’s engorged dick. 

“Do you want a turn on his ass?”

He grins.  “I would…but…Shit!”  And he begins filling Braydon’s mouth with his cum.  He stands stock still and I can see the four spurts his dick makes mirrored on his face.  Braydon cleans up every drop on his cock before he releases the man’s balls.  The man steps back, spent. 

Braydon pulls off me, turns and drools some of the man’s cum on my dick.  “Now fuck that into me.” 

I grin and do it.  The cub has just taken a page from my playbook.  I drill my cum splattered cock into him as deeply as I can.

“That is so hot,” the spent guy whispers.  He steps closer to watch his seed disappear into the cub.  Eventually, he zips up and leaves.  Braydon instantly spins around and clean my cock.  And we kiss.

I eat his ass again—now flavored with the guy’s seed and my precum.  I lick and swallow and spit.

Braydon rides my dick as I sit back in the chair.  I love the wet sound we make, each time I spear up into him.

But Braydon wants me to be in control.   He gets up and bends back over the chair saying, “I should get out of here, but not without your cum.”

I eat his butt again.  Just enough to get me on the edge.

I push into his hairy hole and fuck my load into him. A week’s worth of jizz blasts out.  I stroke until his hole looks frothy— with my cum hanging on the hairs around his ass.  Only then do I pull out and let Braydon clean my dick…

Eleven Man Orgy

Grand Rapids—February, 2020

The weekend after I came home from my wonderful Chicago meet with Zane, I was ready to play again.  A good thing too, for it was the monthly group sex meet to the north of me. Don and Reid, the couple who has gone from Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell hook ups to playing together as a couple, had heard me talk about this group.  They hoped I might get them invited.  So I wrote the host—including the magic words:  “And the top has a bigger cock than I do.”

We got the invite.

Since we knew we’d stay the night, we got two hotel rooms.  I met them at the hotel.  We had time to rest and clean up.  And at the appointed hour, taking the rimseat, off we went…

It’s snowing.  Not horribly, but just enough that I think some of the men won’t make the drive.  We go in.  Three men are already naked and fucking.  Right where we sit to strip.  It is a leather-ish couple I know from here.  I can’t see who they have sandwiched between them from where I am sitting to remove my jeans.  Then the man in the bottom’s mouth moves—and I can see.  It’s Matt, the centerpiece of last month’s party.  He reaches out and pulls the guy, by the dick, back into his mouth.

Reid can’t take his eyes off Matt.  He’s everything Reid loves: 25 years younger, lithe, thin, good looking and not Caucasian.  Reid is already naked and moves closer to the bent over Matt.  As the man in Matt’s mouth rotates to fuck Matt’s ass, Reid is grabbed by that thick fucking cock and pulled into the action.  Matt gobbles down Reid—and chokes slightly.  This makes me get hard as I put on my jock.

Reid holds Matt’s head and fucks his face.  And, moments later, is slowly entering the young man’s ass.  I watch Matt’s face. He’s actually struggling to take Reid.  But in almost instantly his ass gives way—and Reid is fucking. 

Maybe eight minutes have elapsed since we walked in the door.

I take Don upstairs.  I get him on his knees and give him my cock to suck.  Others follow us up the stairs.  I push Don’s head over to the next man.  Soon he is circled by seven of us.  He goes from cock to cock.  One bottom crawl’s on all fours and squirms around to suck Don’s cock as Don takes on the group.

We splinter fast enough.  Men get on the bed to get fucked—one doggy and one on his back.  Two versatile men plow them—and then switch partners.  I get Don on the bed, doggy, and eat out his hole.  He groans, deep in the back of his throat. 

I spit on my cock and slowly enter him.  I bottom out just as Matt and Reid come upstairs and join the group on the bed.  There are eight of us there now.  All happily rutting the hole nearest to us. 

The four men on the bed stay in place—and the men fucking move around to try out a new hole.  Don always licks his new top’s cock to taste the hole of man who had just been fucked.  He has gotten to his pig place very fast.

I finally get to Matt—still on all fours.  I slap his well fucked ass and slide in.  He moans—but he has no issues taking me after taking five other cocks.  I lean across his back and whisper:  “Let me know when you get a load.  I want to fuck in it.”  This makes his ass tighten down on my cock, squeezing me in agreement.

*****

I am under the rimseat.  I am eating Don.  He has been fucked by five or six of the ten men here tonight.  There is no load in his butt, but the constant work out has made his ass cream thick and plentiful.  I sit and slurp it out—reaming my pointed tongue deep into his guts.

Someone spits on my cock and sits on it.  I have no idea who is riding me.  The man is athletic and is slamming himself down on my dick.  He gets off me when his knees get tired.

And another man sits on it.  It’s a wetter ass.  I reach down and touch his hips.  I am pretty sure from the feel of the jockstrap that it is Matt.  Not that I care.  I concentrate on Don’s butt above me and  ontinue to tongue fuck him.

Don leans forward.  Matt slows the fuck.  I hear them kiss.  Matt’s ass stroke changes to grinding into me.

“Let’s switch,” Don says just loud enough for me to hear.

I lie still as Don and Matt get up.  Soon my sight is blacked out with a slimmer butt—and a much wetter one.  Matt has a load.  He groans as it slips out of his ass and onto my tongue…

*****

I am still lying under the seat, catching my breath.  A series of men stop by, none for very long.  I eat out a well fucked hole.  I eat out two top men who never take dick, but seem to love my tongue up them.  I rim an old friend who has topped all night—but with my licking his hole, I know he will flip to become a hole whore. 

And he does.  He goes from the seat to my dick.

And then to every guy who still has a hard on.  And finally to Reid—who fucks him until he explodes all over himself…

*****

It’s late and time to cum.  I have fucked every man who wants me and licked the hole and the cocks of the other two tops.

Reid is fucking Matt again. 

“Cum in him,” Don tells his partner.  “Breed that hole.”

It’s all it takes for Reid to explode.

Reid pulls out and takes his overly sensitive dick to Matt to clean.  Don leans down and tastes his man’s load in Matt’s butt.  In one swift move, he sticks his cock into Matt and explodes.  He pistons a few more strokes to mix the cum.  Don pulls out and I clean his dick, as Reid is still in Matt’s mouth.  It’s my turn.  I plunge into the combined loads and fuck a few strokes until I add mine.  I churn the three together before I pull out.

Don cleans me.  I pull Matt to the edge of the bed, where Don is kneeling.  Cum is leaking out of Matt’s ass.  I kneel next to Don.  We take turn sticking our tongues into the creampied hole before kissing each other…