Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Texting for Ass

 Northern Indiana—June, 2021

At the very end of June, I was due to start my second contract of the summer.  On my way there, I made a point to overnight near the bookstore in Indiana where I have had the most fun.  I had not been there for over a year with the lockdown.  The set-up had not changed at all in the booths with the (low) gloryholes.  Across the lobby, the big screen television room had removed most of the seating.  Now two benches were there—on opposite sides of the room.  I started there…

 

I leave my mask on and stroke to the porn.  I am surprised by movement to my left.  Behind the bench there is low wall—and someone is there, though I couldn’t see them as I entered.  A young man comes around and sits on the opposite bench.  He is masked, seems to be in his 30’s, with a slim build.  And a rampant cock.  He jerks away—to me as much as the porn.

A man comes in, likely late 40’s.  He’s also masked and makes a beeline to the younger man.  The new guy reaches for his belt and quickly unbuckles.  His walking shorts fall around his ankles.  He is going commando.  He turns toward the kid and presents his ass.  The young man is not about to fuck so he turns to reach for the young guy.  The stroker won’t even let him touch his obviously wet dick.

It’s my cue.  I walk over and slap my dick on the guy’s ass.  He turns to me.  I may be older, but I’m bigger.  The half-naked guy quickly re-focuses.  He raises his mask a fraction, leans over and sucks me.  With more enthusiasm than skill.  I reach over his back and feel his butt.  He loves this and groans around my dick in his throat.

The young stroker is jerking faster and faster.

The bent over man swivels again and presents me with his ass.  I grease up and enter him.  I slide home in one stroke.  He has either prelubed or has a load.  I fuck him slowly, with deep strokes.

The Jerker loves this.

Someone else comes in—mid 40’s and showing a well defined chest under his tight tee.  He watches and takes out his dick.  He removes his mask altogether, sure that the young stroker will be his.  He is just as good looking—so it’s possible.

I pick up the fuck rhythm.  The unmasked one leans in to suck the jerker’s dick. 

My man explodes on the floor—his load fucked out of him. The Jerker, as if on cue, blasts out his load—all over the handsome one’s face.  It drips off his nose and chin onto the dirty tile.  The young man gives the guy one woefully inadequate tissue to clean himself up.

My bottom leaves. 

The Jerker leaves.

I am left with the handsome guy.  I give him two napkins from my pocket so he can wipe actually get the load off his face.  He does—and puts his mask on.  I go back to my bench.  He takes the Jerker’s place.  Some minutes pass before he pulls out his dick.

We stroke. 

Eventually he stands and comes over, his fat seven incher swinging.

I raise my mask and go to my knees.  I take him in my mouth—and he gives me a load rather quickly.  He is just pulling his shorts up as another man enters. 

The new guy comes right over and unbuttons his Levis.  He must have stunning in his prime. His hair is dark—but it is now dyed jet black.  He has great cheek bones, but his facial skin has been over baked in the sun.  He is still quite trim.  His cock is semi hard—and never gets harder.  Though I work skillfully on it.

“That’s great,” he tells me, referring to my busy tongue.  “Did that guy give you a load?  I got one for you, too.  You better be ready; it’s gonna be huge…”   He goes on and on—obviously turning himself on—though not erecting.

Then, with a shallow intake of air:  “I’m so damn close.  Fuck!  Here it is—take it all.”   I get one or two tiny drops on my tongue from his semi-hard.  “Damn, I’m glad you could swallow all that,” he says as he puts his cock away and leaves. 

*

I make a tour of the arcade.  It’s busy.  But I am just too damn tall for the gloryholes. 

I go back to the television room.  I watch.  Alone.

The curtains rustle.  In walks a familiar face.  I think—with the damned mask.  He comes right over and calls me by name.  I struggle for his, but I remember his sizable cock, his gorgeous ebony skin and his skill with my dick. 

He almost always tops the men he meets, but when we met, years ago, he wanted me inside his ass.  He wouldn’t do it in a bookstore—so he drove to Michigan, and in the old playroom rode the sling until he climaxed with me inside him.  There must be a post about him…somewhere.

We catch up with each other…then…

“I think I have someone for that…” he gestures at my still hard cock.  “Let me text him.”  He whips out his phone and types.  An answer comes back in seconds.  “He’s almost here.  I want to watch you fuck him.”

He leaves to cruise the booths.  In moments he comes back and collects me.  A short, white guy with a shaved head is waiting by one of the booths with no glory hole.  He is anywhere from 35 to 45, decently built.  In moments, he shows his best feature as the shorts come off,  revealing a smooth white butt with just wisps of hair down the crack.

The two of us take out our cocks.  The bottom swivels around and goes to his knees.  It’s tight but we can stand on either side of him so he can take one, then the other in his mouth.

“Yesssss...” he croons as he goes back and forth.

“Show him your ass,” says my bud.

Obediently, he turns and kneels on the bench, his glorious butt high in the air.  I kneel on the floor and start rimming him.  My friend jerks to the scene.  From the moment my tongue goes in, his pucker flowers open.  This boy knows just what he wants.  He groans loudly—and then more softly as he hears footsteps in the arcade.

“Fuck his hole.”

I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass.  I line up—and before I can push in, the bottom impales himself on me.  I slap his ass and take over the drilling.  His hole is really wet.  He continually milks my shaft on ever stroke.  It’s a hot fuck.  And I give him a ball-slapping ride.

“Take a turn,” I tell my friend. 

We can just squeeze by each other.  He slides in—I love watching him use this guy.  But he doesn’t do him for long.  He pulls out and we change places again. 

My cock goes in.  Deep.

“Breed me, Daddy,” he grunts out.  “I want your cum.”

I surprise myself by feeling my balls tighten up. 

“I want you as my first load today.  Cum in me.”

I increase my pace.  And I’m there.  I hold onto his hips and fill his ass.  My thrusts slow—and I begin churning my own cum—making it froth around his puffy red ass lips.

I pull out—and can just manage not to squirm as he somehow turns in the tight space and begins to clean my cock…

6 comments:

  1. Now that's what I need, a quick text and ass on demand.

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    1. I am sure they were planning to meet there--but I sure liked how it worked out!

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  2. Yes I have fucked his ass numerous times there as well. Really nice guy and always willing to behind over for a load. He has even shared other loads out of his ass with me!!

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    1. I knew you knew him. I would love to use him again--this time with you!

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    2. He is usually there on weekend afternoons. Just let me know when you are in town again as I would love to share his ass with you too.

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