The Holes of CumUnion

 Grand Rapids, MI—March, 2020

(This picks up right where ‘Opening His Hole Inch By Inch’ left off.)

We have stopped for coffee and a light snack—and we take it out to the truck.  We have about an hour’s trip ahead of us.  I sip the hot liquid gratefully.  It’s a chilly night.  We eat.  We talk.  We love to compare notes on men we have both fucked.

The coffee kicks in just as we reach the city limits.  I am ready to fuck.  And I really need to piss. 

Check in is fast.  It’s a CumUnion night.  It is nowhere near as packed as the previous one I attended here where every locker in the place was sold out.  We strip down—and go our separate ways.  I piss like the proverbial race horse and then go up a floor and scout out the play spaces.  No one is in the glory hole area.  One man is sprawled on a mattress in a dark corner—asleep.  The sling is empty.  One man is on all fours in the mattress area near the sling.  Any number of men are sitting around by the stairs, but no one is playing.  I sit down in the big screen porn area.  Alone.

I haul out my cock out of the jock I left on and stroke to the adequate porn.  In no time the men from the seating area, one by one, come in to check me out.  But only one is brave enough to kneel and ask to suck it.  I spread my legs wide in answer and let him go to it.

He is pretty good.  He is also noisy enough in his enjoyment of taking my dick to make men gather around.  Half a dozen men watch, hands under their towels or squeezing a bulge in their own jocks.  Only one man opens his towel all together and tosses it on his shoulder.  I reach for his cock and suck it as the man between my legs groans.  But nobody else wants to join us.  They stand around watching or shuffle off to sit and do nothing.

I am enjoying being in the middle with a dripping cock in my mouth and an enthusiastic middle aged man slobbering over mine.  Eventually I pull his head off me and, using the hand on the back of his head, guide him up to share the cock I’ve been sucking.  He sucks it avidly and I hunker down in the chair to lick the standing man’s balls.  It’s a big hairy sack—and I leave a ton of spittle all over it.

“Which of you is going to fuck me?”

The man on his knees has pulled off the dick and looking at the two of us.

“I should open him up for your big dick,” says the guy we’ve been sucking.

I stand up and the sucker bends over the first row of seats.  I move behind him and spit on his very plump ass.  I tongue fuck him a little.  The other man moves around to feed him his dick as I rim.  He thoughtfully reaches forward and pulls the man’s butt cheeks apart for me.  “Get him good and wet.”

I do.  I spit and tongue fuck it into the hairless butt in front.  He is tight.  He’s obviously not been fucked tonight.  I get him as wet as possible and then stand up, handing the small bottle of lube I keep in the waistband of my jock to the man getting his cock sucked.  He comes around, lubing up his 6 incher.  He pushes in.  Hard and fast.  The bottom yelps and I stick my dick into his open mouth.  The force of the fucking is making the guy between us take me deep into his mouth on every stroke.  He gives up trying to suck—he just holds on and becomes a cock sleeve for the two of us. 

The guy in his ass is breathing hard.  Panting.  He’s going to erupt any minute.  The top gives a final shove in and howls out his orgasm.  I pull out of the bottom’s mouth, afraid he might bite down.  I let the top shudder as the bottom obviously milks his cock. 

After a moment, he pulls out and pushes past me.  “Churn that load.” 

I want to clean his cock up—but he has already decided that is the bottom’s job.  I use my cock head to catch a long drip of semen running out of the fucked and creamy hole.  I push in between the now puffy ass lips and slide along the trail of cum.  It feels great and I tell him so.

“Push my jizz into this whore’s guts,” the first top barks.  He has pulled his overly sensitive cock out of the bottom’s mouth.  It is wilting fast—but his face tells me he is loving watching me churn his load.  He moves around to see it better.  I slow down my fucking and do long strokes in and out, pulling out my sperm covered cock for him to see.  “That is so hot…”

Then he slaps the bottom on the shoulder and heads for the showers.  I pull out intending to taste the load I’ve been fucking in…but instead I find we both need to follow the first top to wash…

*****

My cleaned up cock gets some head in the gloryhole area when I return to the play area.  All the holes are low with my long legs.  I have to hunker down at an odd angle to get my cock through, but the man who is sucking me is good—and I like not having a clue who it might be.  He works hard—but gives up when he realizes he won’t make me blow my load.

I do another walk around the various play areas.  I find and fuck a guy in the sling.  He is older and has a big, inviting ass sticking out for all fuckers.  I rim him briefly—tasting the use he has had from at least one man tonight.  He groans.  I stand up and slap my cock on his ball sack.  He grunts out: “Fuck me, stud.”

I slide into him.  He is tight and wet.  I reach down and work the sizable nipples on his very hairy chest.  His very small dick stands up and pulses each time I squeeze.  I keep up a steady fuck rhythm.  The sling chains creak and groan.  A bystander comes over and takes over working the fuckee’s nipples.  I grab the chains and increase the speed of my thrusts.  The bystander squeezes hard and the man’s tiny cock shoots all over himself, hands free.  Strings of cum hang from the forest of chest and pubic hair.  The man groans deep in the back of his throat.  I pull out.  He thanks me, hoarsely.  And I help him out of the sling.

I find my friend.  He is at the buffet set up in the front lobby.  He has given some young man an oral load—and can go home anytime.  He tells me to take my time, but, after two chocolate cookies, I head out on a mission to get off.  I go back up to the play area.  On the mattress near the sling, I see a familiar ass.  It’s the man I christened Cowboy Boots years ago in these posts, as he was wearing them at the time.  (I simply don’t remember whether he was on this night in March!) 

I move behind him.  His hole has been used—as it always is.  I lean down and begin licking up and down his ass cleft.  He groans.  When I go deep, he looks around to see who is chowing down on his ass.  He grins as we make eye contact.

“Eat me,” he grunts.  “Love your tongue…”

I grunt, maybe it’s more of snort as I wallow in the cum I’m finding deep inside him.  He gives a slight push and I get a dollop of someone’s jizz on my tongue.  I savor it and swallow.  My cock jumps.  It’s time to fuck. 

“I need to breed you,” I hiss in his ear.

“Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs and his hole flowers open to take the big head pushing against it.  It swallows me up.  I am suddenly balls deep inside him.  He squeezes.  I begin to move.  Not so slow.  I know he can take whatever I can throw to him.  I pump and churn the sperm in his hole. 

I pull out once and taste the load.  It makes me want to shoot.  I slide my dick back into him and almost immediately begin firing my pent up load.  Once shot after another…

 

I slept all the way to Lansing…