Halloween Party: "You Want Another Cock?"

 Grand Rapids—October, 2021

On the last Saturday of the month, the bathhouse was once again sponsoring an all gender party—this one with a Halloween theme.  My leather served as my costume.  I was glad of it, too, for it was a chilly evening.  The whole gathering had a much freer feeling than the earlier mixed gender party I had attended.  I still did not find the right combo of a bi couple to share, but I was very happy with the men who gave themselves to me…

 

I am upstairs.  Watching bisexual porn.  I am sitting in a large overstuffed chair—the only chair at this porn station.  There is a raised platform behind me where couples have been fucking—so far all men.  I have stroked to the porn and the sex.  More than once the bottom has gotten off the platform, walked over and given me head after his fuck.  One time, a top followed and fucked the guy again as the bottom blew me.  But right now, I am just fisting my very wet dick.

A tall, built Black man comes up the steps and stops as he sees me.  I recognize him from the walk to my locker.  He was fucking a very loud woman in the downstairs play area.  And here he is…his eyes riveted to my cock.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

I smile and remove my hand to show him all of it.  My cock quivers and beads a drop of precum.

“Can I suck it?”

I nod.

He bends, still standing, and licks the precum out of the slit.  His tongue is wet and warm.  He realizes he can’t take all of me this way, so slowly goes to his knees between my splayed legs.  It doesn’t seem to be a position he is in very often.  But he gives me excellent head.  His tongue work is hot and varied.  The amount of suction is good, but he can’t take me deep.  He chokes each time he tries.  He finally shakes his head and comes up for air.  “Do guys really take that thing in their ass?”

“Sure.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“Check in at the sling—I am sure I will be using it tonight.”

It’s his turn to grin.  When he stands, I see that he has tented his Andrew Christian underwear.   “I’ll look for you…”  He ambles off.

I get up and move to the chair next to the empty sling.  This is a much more private area.  Almost instantly I have a white man of my age on his knees and sucking my cock.  Another comes over.  I suck him as he waits his turn to go down on me. 

The guys switch.  I am expecting they will want to fuck, but no.  They, too, amble off in search of a new person to share.

I stroke.

“Daddy, you shouldn’t have to do that.”

A young Latino, maybe 35, is standing to my side.  He is cute—even carrying a little Covid extra weight.  His smile is infectious.  He kneels and gives me the best head of the night so far.

He pulls off, holding the base in his hand, looking at the cock he has been deep throating.  “But this dick needs my ass.”  Without waiting for me to respond, he is on his feet, and sitting on the saliva covered fuck stick.  He slides down me.  Easily.  He holds a moment and begins bouncing on me slowly.  “You feel so good, Papi, so good!” 

My hands reach around and work his nipples.  He moans and continues his gyrations on my cock.  When his legs tire, he pulls off me and swivels around to clean me up.  He licks my cock hungrily.  Finally he reaches for my neck, pulls me down and whispers in my ear:  “This boy loves the taste of his own ass.  Am I a bad boy, Papi?”

I tell him no.

“What is your name?  I am Osvaldo.”

I tell him mine.

“Fuck me again, please.  I like it rough.”

He bends so he is holding onto the back of the chair, his fairly hair ass jutting out.  I get up and go around.  I fall to my knees and bury my face in his ass.  This provokes a monologue:  “Daddy, eat me….that’s right Papi, eat your boi out…”  On and on.

He is juicy.  I can see why he said he loves the taste of his hole.  So do I.  It is obvious that he’s been fucked more than by me tonight, and maybe even loaded.  I dig my tongue in deeper.  I force myself to stop.  I stand up and slide into him again.  Osvaldo croons as I fuck.  This time I am in control of the speed and the depth.

I look up.  It’s the bi-sexual guy who gave me head.  He watches.  Then he comes around to my side so he can really see me plow into the hot, wet hole.  I slow down the pounding I am giving Osvaldo and start a much slower speed, pulling back until just the tip on my cock is left in him.

“Damn…”

Osvaldo loves an audience.  He asks if the other man wants his mouth.  The guy doesn’t move.  He is fascinated by my very white cock splitting the cinnamon colored mounds of Osvaldo.  I pick up the speed again.  I rail into Osvaldo, slapping his ass just once with a resounding whack.

“You want a turn?” I ask my observer. 

He thinks a long moment before shaking his head and walking away.

“But I do,” says another voice behind me.

A white guy wearing nothing but an orange jock is standing there.  He has a thick beer can of a dick jutting out to the side of the pouch and his towel on his shoulder.

“You want another cock?” I bark out.

Osvaldo doesn’t even look to see who it is.  “Fuck me!”

I pull out and Orange Jock slaps his cock on the Latino’s wet ass.  “Now this is gonna be fun…”

 

To be continued.