Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion)

 Lansing—March, 2022

This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table.  A link to Part One if you need it..

 

The three of us go off to find our next play area.  We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable.  (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.)  We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area.  There is a four foot high gate to the area.  I decide to leave it open, so others can join us.  Perry strips down and jumps in the sling.  I get his feet into the stirrups.  The Cub begins working Perry’s nipples as I kneel and eat his well fucked hole.  It is wet and ready for more cock.

I stand up and give it to him.  The sling is just the right height.  I am positioned perfectly to slide into his ass.  Perry groans as I bottom out deep in his guts.  I fuck fast and deep as the Cub twists Perry’s nips.  Then, to change it up, I stand still and use my arms to push the sling off my cock and to then let the sling swing back into place on my dick.  It creates a terrific long dicking moment as just the tip of my dick is left in him as I push the chains away.  Release—and the man and the sling impale themselves on me. Once I start this, I can’t stop.

I notice out of the corner of my eye we have a voyeur.  Cruz is leaning on the wall and watching us intently.  I motion for him to join us, but he stays where he is—his eyes never leaving us.  I go back to a regular thrust now.  The sound of my hips slapping Perry’s ass fills the room.

I stop and motion for the Cub to clean my dick.  He does.  Eagerly.  I step to the side and let him tongue Perry’s dripping hole…

*

We are back in the first room.  Perry is totally stripped and on the fuck bench.  I am eating his ass.  A man gets up from the chair and feeds Perry his cock.  That is my cue to stand up and fuck him.  I love to see both dicks inside him—fucking his willing holes at either end.

Cruz comes by—with a hot Daddy.  They go around the corner out of sight to play.   I offer Perry’s ass to the man in his mouth. He nods, but stays right where he is, enjoying Perry’s throat.  When the guy finally leaves, I bring my cock to Perry’s mouth.  At that moment, Cruz emerges from the side room.  He stops, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue deep into Perry’s ravaged ass. 

After a few moments, I walk around to Cruz.  He knows what I want.  He sucks me for a few moments—and then spit it on Perry’s hole.  He pushes it as deep into the willing ass as his tongue can go. 

He does it again.

“Fuck him.”  He stays, right on his knees—intently watching me fuck Perry hard and fast.

And, when I pull out, he cleans my cock with a low whimper of enjoyment…

*

I have moved us yet again to the slurp ramp area.  There are two men loitering behind it, both Black and with their dicks out.  I have Perry suck me in the shadows—so that both men can see us.  There is a bench, like a church pew, there.  I get Perry to lean into it and I fuck, beckoning the nearest man to join us.  He stays put and just strokes faster.

Cruz appears.  Perry pulls off my cock, saying “Fuck him.  I want to see you fuck him again.”

I look at Cruz.  He nods and steps out of his pants.  He goes to his knees and sucks me, reveling in the taste of Perry’s ass on my cock.  So young and so piggy—the thought makes my cock leak.  Cruz swabs it up with his tongue and swallows hungrily.

Perry has sat on the bench along with the Cub.  I position Cruz so he can suck their cocks as I dive into his furry butt with my tongue.  The closest of the two strokers takes a step towards us.  I wave him over again—but he ignores me and just fists his own cock.  I rear up, spit in my palm and use it to reactivate the lube on my cock.  I push in.  Cruz pauses for a second in his sucking.  His hole relaxes.  He sighs and goes back to sucking—my cue to start a slow fuck.  I build it slowly.  Soon I am pounding into his ass, pushing his whole body onto Perry’s cock.  I rail into the hairy ass again and again.

It can’t last.  The floor is hard and cold.  We decide to go to the sling again.  We grab our clothes and head there.  I get Perry into it again.  Cruz goes off in search of other dick.  I kneel and rim Perry.  The lips of his ass are wonderfully puffy now from all the abuse they’ve taken this afternoon.  My cock responds as I suck on them.  Finally, I stand up.

“It’s time to breed.”

“Yes, please…”

I smack my wet cock on his freshly rimmed hole.  “You want my cum in your ass?”

I know it’s rhetorical—I’m voicing it for the guys watching us, leaning on the gate.

“Breed me.  Fill me up…”

I turn to the Cub, who is busy on Perry’s nips.  “After all this play it’s gonna be a big load for you to felch.”  I push in and begin the final fuck.  Every nerve ending in my dick is on fire—willing me to empty my balls.  It won’t be long now.  I take a hit of poppers—seemingly my new trigger to unload.  I shoot a short blast of cum out of my dick.  But there is little feeling as I do it.  Which means, I have learned, that I can shoot again.  I pull out, jerk myself as I kneel and felch my own load.  I swallow, loving the taste of my fresh jizz.

And it is hot enough to make me want to shoot again.  I just make it into Perry before I unload—this time with every nerve ending on high.  I fire again and again, vocalizing each discharge.  I hold onto the chains for support.

I marinate for a moment…and pull out.  I make the Cub felch Perry’s hole first.  My dick has a moment to lose the super sensitivity, so then he can get all the jizz coating my cock, too…

*

There is a coda. 

After we’re dressed, Perry disappears.  He comes back, sporting a dirty grin.  “I just asked Cruz for his number.  I’ll text it to you…”

And that is an entry for another day!

Whoring Out Perry

 Lansing—March, 2022

Perry had come to the playroom in December.  (You may want to follow this link to see the pictures of his hot ass again.  Or of my dick in it. I wrote it up in February:  

“Get Me Ready for Your Cock”

We chatted a few times after the post was published.  Somewhere along the way he let drop that he would love to have me whore him out at a bookstore—to not let him have any say in who was in either end of him.  I agreed it would be fun.

Suddenly the timing for that adventure fell into place.  We set a time to meet north of me—in the establishment that is half bookstore/half bathhouse.

 

Perry’s already in the parking lot as I pull in.  I love eager men.  A friend, a hairy cub, has come along with him—a man I know more by reputation than personally.  (Though I have spent some happy moments trading off on some pit licking with him, at a CLAW scent party.)  We go in—and then into the play area, after locking up our outer wear in a locker.  I give a brief tour.  The gay area—where there are couches, porn, stocks and a sling—is chilly.  The other sling—tucked into a corner in a straight porn viewing area— is in a much warmer room.  As we continue, I point out the slurp ramp and the glory hole area.  I settle on a room where there is a three foot high padded table and a fuck bench along with the porn and other seating.

I sit on the viewing bench and unbutton my pants.  My cock is mounding my jock.

“Get me hard.”

Perry steps out of his pants.  He folds his shirt and piles them next to me.  Now in just a jock and foot wear, he kneels and inhales the scent of my jock pouch.  He groans in the back of his throat.  The Cub stands behind him and begins to squeeze his crotch. Perry’s lips and tongue are all over the stained fabric.  Soon enough, my cock is released.  Perry swallows it down.   He holds my entire length tight in his throat.  He comes up for air and begins licking every inch of it.

“Balls.”

He obediently moves to licking my hairy nut sack.  All over.  And under.  My hand directs him back to my dripping cock head.  He cleans it off with a satisfied sigh.

“I want to eat your ass.”

I stand and tell him I want him bent on the table, legs on the ground and chest to the padding.  It shows his ass off perfectly.  I kneel, pull the cheeks apart and dive in.  The Cub moves around and holds Perry’s wrists in place.

We are attracting a crowd.  Six or so middle aged men have gathered around us on this Sunday afternoon.  Cocks are out.  Soon men are jerking or sucking their neighbor. 

I stand up.  My cock slaps his ass with a nice wet thwack which fills the room.  I prod open his now loose pucker and begin to fuck.  I move Perry slightly, so his mouth is more available to the men jerking.  I point at one of them and then to Perry—he gets the idea and Perry suddenly has a cock in him at both ends. 

A young Latino walks into the room.  He slips between the daddies and begins to suck one of them.  In no time, his pants are shoved down and the man in Perry’s mouth, who I was hoping would be next in Perry’s ass, is fucking the hot younger ass instead.  I love how Perry is sprawled on one side of the table and the young man on the other.  Perry reaches out and they clasp hands as both their asses take a pummeling. 

The sound of the fuckings fill the room.

A spectator pushes in and bends over the table.  “Fuck me, too.”  I move from Perry to him.  Perry stays in place---his hole now being cleaned up by the Cub’s tongue.  I fuck the new guy hard.  He squeals loudly.  I slap his ass and fuck.

I pull out—sigh, and have to go clean up.

Freshly washed, I return to a smaller group.  The Cub is still rimming Perry, two men are trading blowjobs in the chair and the Latino is pulling up his pants. 

“May I?”

I nod.  The Latino goes to his knees and sucks me down.

“You need to fuck him,” Perry grunts out.  “Fuck that hairy ass of his.”

I look down at the kid swallowing my dick.  “You want my cock in your ass?”

“Fuck, yes!” he says, pulling off my dick.  He pushes his pants back down and leans onto the table.  I surprise him by rimming first.  He sighs, reaches back and holds my head in place.  I love eating his freshly fucked hole.  My cock is now rampant after the washing and his mouth.  I lube it up as I eat out his hairy crack.

Perry and the Cub stand up to watch.  I reluctantly stop rimming and stand up.  My cock slaps him on each of his hairy mounds.

“Give it to him,” Perry mutters.

My cock enters him.  Just the head popping in.  The guy gasps.  I do, too.  He is tight—and super wet.  Did the first guy shoot?  I inch into him.  Slowly.  I bottom out and hold.  I hear the kid’s breathing change.  He’s ready.

I begin a slow fuck.  Long dicking him.  Making him feel every inch.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he croons.  “Fuck me as hard as you want.”

I take him up on it.  I build to a hard-driving ramming of his ass.  Over and over again.  I slap his left cheek.  It reddens and sends shock waves through my cock held so tightly by his ass. 

I slap him again.  He groans out his pleasure.

I slow.  I stop, with my full length in him.  Slowly I pull my engorged penis out of him.  Instantly, he spins around and cleans my cock of his ass juices.  I pull him up and we kiss—tasting his ass and my precum on his tongue as he embrace.

“What’s your name, your first name?” I murmur.

“Cruz,” he tells me before we kiss again.  Deeply. 

A sweet ending for round one…

The conclusion—next time!

Packing for CLAW

I ran out of time to write today.  I hope to get to it tomorrow before I leave for CLAW and Cleveland.  Or perhaps I can  in my down time once I’m there.

So in honor of the leather weekend to come, here is a picture I have never used on FMSOTS—from back when,  gasp, I was afraid to show my whole face.

Loading Osvaldo at CumUnion

 Grand Rapids—March, 2022

In the months since the Halloween Party where I met and fucked Osvaldo repeatedly, there was not a week that went by where he did not send me a picture of his ass.  Or dressed as a Pilgrim. Or as a holiday elf.  Or with his new underwear…  You get the idea.  I did want to fuck him again, but I was in no hurry.

Finally the right occasion and timing presented itself—the March CumUnion.  I checked that he still wanted to play again.  I reminded him that we should both play with others—and encourage others to join us.  He was all about that.  We set a time…

 

I’m there just ahead of time.  I park on the street and go in to get my locker.  It’s crowded, but not packed.  I keep my boots and add my slightly dirty jock.  I snap my wristband in place, toss the towel over my shoulder and go exploring.  I see one Latin man, that from the back, might be Osvaldo, but it’s not.  I look in on the porn theatre, the sauna, the medical exam table, the glory hole area and the sling.  Not much is happening yet, beyond some semi-furtive blow jobs.

I sit in the porn area and stroke.  When I figure it must be after the appointed hour, I go back to the locker area.  And there he is—buried in his phone.  His face lights up as he finally notices me.  We hug. 

“Papi, I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.”

I nod and we head upstairs to the play area.  I choose the medical exam table as the sling is hung far too low for me (and padlocked in place.)  Osvaldo willingly drops his towel and bends so his chest is resting on the table.  This makes his full ass look even more inviting.  I kneel and my tongue burrows in.

“Yes!  Eat me out, Papi,” he whispers, but his voice get’s louder as he continues “I want you to fuck me hard.” 

Osvaldo reaches behind him and pulls his cheeks apart. I spit and lick and prod him deeply with my tongue.  I finally spit one last time and stand up.  His arm grabs his phone and he films my cock slapping his ass cheeks before entering him.  When I’m halfway in, he shuts off the phone (which could get us thrown out) and concentrates on the fuck.  I fuck him hard, slapping his full ass.  He groans each time I do. 

We get an audience.  One man, graying at the temples, strokes to seeing me fuck a man half my age.  He gets quite close to us, watching my cock slice into Osvaldo. 

“He has another hole,” I point out.

Osvaldo reaches out and guides the bigger than average cock into his mouth.  He looks damn good with two dicks in him.  The guy in his mouth smiles at me and begins pumping his dick into Osvaldo.  He stops fairly fast—he doesn’t want to cum.

I pull out and go back to eating ass—now freshly fucked and juicy.  Osvaldo whimpers.  I hear his voice change, so I stand up.  A kid his own age has his dick in Osvaldo’s mouth.  I nod at him and slip my cock back into the wet ass.  I reach across the boy servicing us and run my hand over the kid’s very hairy chest.  Osvaldo clamps down on my cock, so I fuck him harder.  The kid pulls out, too, before his blows.  The night is young, after all.

We go and try the sling.   The unadjustable chains make me do very deep knee bends to get into him.  It hurts.  We go back to the exam table.  This time I get him on his back—making sure his head hangs over the edge so he can be throat fucked, too.  I start in his mouth with a “Taste your ass on my cock.”  I slide into him as he shivers at the words.  “Get me good and wet, I’m not using any other lube for your ass.”  He does—leaving great gobs of his spit on my dick.  I move around and sink into his butt.

An African-American around my age comes over and asks if he may use my boy’s mouth.  “Please,” I tell him.  We fuck into our Latin sandwich in rhythm together.  Three other men stroke to our fucking—but won’t come any closer to us.  I offer the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth to take my place.  He considers it, but declines.

When the guy goes—so does our crowd.  We switch his position back to his chest on the table.  Osvaldo pulls his phone out again and aims it over his shoulder as I fuck him.  (He sends them to me, and not one is good enough to be used here.)  I take his phone, turn on the flash and take the picture.

We break.  I tell him to have fun—as will I.  He goes downstairs and I have no idea what he does other than get his phone in his locker.  I sit in the easy chair by the sling and get head from two different men. The first is horrible at it—the second is wonderful.  Osvaldo find me with the second guy.  Without missing a beat, he worms under the cocksucker so he can suck my balls as the guy continues to blow me.

When we break, I suggest going to the glory hole room.  It is more private—and I’m hoping others will feel like fucking Osvaldo in a darker area.  No one is there.  I bend Osvaldo over a chair behind the wall and eat his wet, wet ass.  My beard is covered in his juices.  Could it be a load in him, too?  I can’t tell—or care.  I stand and fuck him.  My hips smacking his ass draw two guys to stand next to us.  One goes in his mouth—the other jerks. 

I fuck harder.  I ask the guy in his mouth if he’d like his ass.  He nods.  I expect the guy to come to my side of Osvaldo, but instead the Osvaldo pivots and slips his hole right on the saliva slick dick he had been sucking.  As soon the guy starts fucking, Osvaldo takes me into his mouth.

“Ah, shit,” the guy fucking him mumbles.  “Is it alright to shoot in him?”

I say yes.  And Osvaldo nods.

“Well, good.  I just did.”  The guy pulls out.  Osvaldo pivots again to clean his cock.  When he leaves, the stroking guy is sucked by Osvaldo. 

“You want to fuck, too?”

“Yeah…”

Osvaldo pivots.  The guy fucks and loads that hot butt.

I love the new feel of his ass—incredibly creamy.  Guys keep finding us.  Most try his mouth.  Not all fuck him—but enough.  Two more cream his ass under my watchful eye.

We break again.  I go refill my water bottle while he stays there.  When I get back I am pleasantly surprised to see that Osvaldo is fucking one of the men who loaded him.  I had no idea the kid was versatile.

*

We fuck on the exam table again.  It’s getting late--and we both really like the feel behind the glory hole wall.  W go back.  It’s crowded now.  At least six men are there—all sucking or getting sucked.  There is just room for me to bend Osvaldo to suck a jerker—and for me to fuck him.

We become the focus.  A man who was getting sucked shoots all over Osvaldo’s face.  I give way to another man to seed him.  I clean the man’s cock as he pulls out.  Doing that is enough to flip my trigger.  I slide into Osvaldo.

“You want my cum?”

He grunts an affirmative around the cock in his mouth.

I pick up speed.  The cum in his ass is being churned with that sort of sloshing sound I love.  Everyone back there knows exactly what they are hearing.  Another guy, nowhere near us feeds his load, noisily, to a cocksucker.  I grunt three or four times and begin firing into him.  Osvaldo braces himself and takes it.   I slam into him one last time and collapse on his sweaty back…

This and That

Well, thank you!  Readership yesterday was huge—and it is continuing to be above average today.  On Friday I had more than four times the number of visitors to the blog than usual.  Maybe it’s spring.  Maybe other men are back to being as randy as I am.  Whatever it is, I am grateful.  I hope I continue to inspire them all. 

I have always had good numbers.  Certainly during the pandemic, when I had little to write about, the numbers went down, but in the last few months readership had bounced back to being just under where it was before March, 2020. 

Suddenly the new goal of 1,750,000 views will be happening a lot faster.  It is still a few months away, but will now be here much faster.

*

I am going back to CLAW, the leather weekend, in just a few days.  I am not staying at one of the host hotels.  After two years of keeping mostly to myself, I want to be able to decide when I am going to be surrounded by 1000’s of men in leather.  I have arranged some fun things (we hope) to report back to you.  One is something that I have never done before…  (How’s that for a teaser??)

Every year I’ve gone, I have broken the written chronology of my play and typed CLAW up within a few hours of it happening.  This year, I don’t think I will be doing that.  There are two reasons for this:  I will likely not indulge in anywhere as much sex as in years past and I am currently only one month to three weeks behind in my write ups.  I used to be two to three months behind at this point in the year. 

I promise to take good notes.  (And anticipation only makes the orgasm better…)

*

Which now brings me to my next play date of March.

I wasn’t sure how to write it up.  Jamie, the man who had called me ‘The Hemmingway of Filth” came back for more.  We fucked, we fisted, and he took 3 of my toys.  But he could never quite relax.  I felt he was uptight about the play and his clean out.  We finally just stopped trying to make it work.

My policy of writing up the good, the bad and the odd, makes me mention it here.  I don’t need to devote a whole post to it.  I know he was upset and embarrassed with himself—especially as, I thought, we’d had a very good first meet in December.  I hope if he is still a reader, that he will see this and know I would love to try again when and if he is ready.

I will link his first meet here:  Giving His Ass to ‘The Hemmingway of Filth’

*

Finally, I had to go back into the archive of posts to check a name.  I read a number of other posts around the same time as the one I needed to see.  Damn!  There is good stuff lurking back there—even if I say so myself.  Here is one that I had forgotten about and might be new to a lot of the current readers who have just found the blog.

A link to:  Graduation Present

*

Have a great Saturday.  I hope to publish my March trip to CumUnion tomorrow.

One Man In, One Man On

 Near Home—March, 2022

After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night.  I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that.  One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit…

 

I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down.  There are a few men—but none who look like play partners.  I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre through the grate in the dividing wall.  They sound much more intriguing.  I go out the door which bangs behind me and go into the other.

A young man I recognize by sight from here is squirming in his chair as a larger, older man is sucking his bigger than average cock.  The suckee tries to stop the guy when he hears the door open, but the sucker knows he has a good thing and keeps going.  I sit against the back wall and stroke.  I nod at the young man.  He relaxes and smiles back.  In moments he beckons me over.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  He deep throats me two or three times—before he gives up his load to the man sucking him.  The youngster leaves fast, still tucking his shirt into his rebuttoned pants.

I stick my wet dick into the cocksucker’s mouth.  He has blown me many times before and is great.  He’s bearish, likely just hit his 40’s, with a shaved head.  I realize I might be there for a while, so I sit down where the young man was sitting. 

There are other men in the room—all watching, all stroking. Eventually, the man I think of as the Lip Licker, for his rather unsubtle way to signal he wants your dick, gets a guy from the front row into his mouth.  My sucker grows tired of not getting a load—and begs off saying the floor is hard on his knees.  He leaves for the arcade.

I look around.  There is also a mid-40’s man stroking in the dark corner behind the door.  I get up and join him.  He is short and trim and flogging a regulation six incher.  I stand next to him.  We watch the movie and stroke our dicks. 

A long moment.

Finally his left hand snakes out and cups my balls.  I nod.  He goes to his knees and takes me down.  He’s fine—but nowhere near as practiced as the man with the shaved head who just was sucking me.  But this guy is enthusiastic.  He is masturbating like crazy as he tries to take all of me.  He manages 2/3’s of me before choking.  I pull back and let him tongue my head and piss slit.

His knees give out, too.  He stands back up and leans against the wall.  I like the look of surprise on his face as I return the favor going to my knees.  “Oh, fuck…” he hisses, and empties his balls into my mouth in short order.

Lip Licker gets his load at almost the same time.  My guy leaves, as does the other man who shot.  LL gestures to me to come give him more, licking his upper lip with abandon.  I tell him to give me a minute; I want to check the straight side.

Not much has changed over there.  The back row seat is available so I sit and stroke just to be different.  My shaved head bear comes in.  He goes to town on my dick again.  One man comes back to watch.  He keeps his zipper up the whole time.

“Don’t forget my balls.”

Shaved Head pulls off my dick and nuzzles them.  He remembers how I love to have a tongue licking right at the base of my cock ring.  I stroke a little as he gets my balls good and wet.

His knees go again.  He thanks me with a nod and is gone.  Our voyeur follows him out the door.

I go back to the gay side and let LL get his time on my dick.  I have to stand for him.  He can’t possibly get down on his knees anymore.  But his mouth is perfection.  Big tongue in a bigger oral cavity.  Great suction.  A passion for dick and cum.  He sucks contentedly on my dripping dick.

Eventually he pulls off.  “Fuck my face.”

I hold his head and pump into him.  I go deeper this way.  His hand is very busy over the slight bugle in his pants.  I fuck a little more.  Than let him take over until I am tired of standing.  I thank him and go back next door.

*

It’s been quiet.  Shaved Head has had another turn on me.  Then nothing.  But the movie has been good enough to keep me there in the cocksucker’s seat.  I stroke.

The door opens.  A guy my age, with a silver goatee, enters.  I have sucked him in this very spot before.  He stands next to me.  His dress slacks are undone and drop to his knees.  He pushes down his designer underwear.  His cock is hard—a good seven incher with a slight upward curve.

He strokes.

I stroke.

He turns.  My head turns—and he is in my mouth.  I do all the things Lip Licker did to me.  He sighs.  I pull off his very red cockhead and go for his hairless balls.  They are a nice big set, perfectly matched in size for his cock.  I nuzzle and lick as I stroke his dick. 

He pulls away, but holds my shoulders in place.  He turns and presents me with his ass to lick.  This is new.  He pulls me into his butt before I can really think about it.  He is freshly showered—I can instantly tell from the scent of his wife’s girly soap.  I relax and eat him out with abandon.  He groans and calls me a slut under his breath.  He is stroking his cock with one hand and holding my head into his ass with the other. 

He lets go and turns back.  His cock hand goes into my mouth.  “Clean them,” he hisses.  There’s a copious amount of pre-cum on them.  I lick them until he is satisfied.

“Suck my cock…”

He pulls the hand out and then pushes the cock in.  His body is blocking the door as he holds me in place—intent on getting off.  I hear it open.  I hear a rustle of fabric—and suddenly my cock is engulfed in a mouth.  It has to be Shaved Head—I can tell from the technique.

Silver Goatee loves this.  “Get him off as I give him my load,” he whispers.

And I am pretty sure that is just what is going to happen. 

The cock in my mouth swells.  So does mine. 

I get a massive load in my mouth. 

And second later, I give one to Shaved Head every bit as big….

The Kid With the Big Cock

Near Home—March, 2022

Friday night. 

I was horned.

I had thought about little else all day. 

I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…

The gay theatre is empty.  I check the straight one.  Surprise.  There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn.   The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally.  A very heavy man is sitting there.  He currently has no takers.  But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick through the fabric of their pants.

I sit along the wall in one of the few vacant chairs.   I have a clear visual of a man a row ahead of me flogging his tiny dick.  I have to turn around to see most of the other men.  When I hear a rustle behind me, I look to see one of the horned guys get up and make use of the cocksucker’s mouth.  I set my dick free—and stroke to the porn.

My eyes get used to the darkness.  Right across from me, against the far wall, is a young man.  Around 28 or so.  He is African-American, with a handsome profile, a mostly trim body and a sizable cock.  He is stroking at an incredibly fast pace.  I turn back to the movie and sneak an occasional glimpse at him.  His hand moves quicker as up on the huge television a hung Black man takes the girl anally, while white cocks are in her two other holes.

I watch the movie—expecting him to drop a load any moment.

But I catch him looking at me.

A lot.

He looks away at the screen whenever our eyes chance to meet.

Suddenly he puts his cock away—tenting his jeans—and leaves the room.  I linger a minute, waiting to hear the door to the gay room shut.  But nothing.  I put my dick in my pants and go out into the dark hallway.  I check the three preview booths, thinking he may be there. 

Nothing.

I decide he’s gone—or in the arcade.  I go to the gay cinema just to see.  And there he is.  I shut the door, just as quietly as he must have.  He is leaning against the wall.  Stroking.

I sit in the cocksucker’s chair over here, not sure what he wants—if anything with someone so much older.

We stroke in unison.  The porn here is mild after the group effort on the straight side.

He looks at me.

I catch him at it.

He turns away.

And again—the same thing.

Then he walks over, rather duck like with his pants around his knees.  Is he offering me his dick?

He whispers:  “May I suck you?”

I nod.  He kneels.  His mouth is big.  His tongue is velvety.  He’s good for his young age—or a natural.  He makes my cock very happy.

“Lick my balls.”

“Yes, Daddy…”  His fat tongue does a great job there, too.

My hand directs his head to go back to my drooling shaft.  He licks up my precum before ovaling his lips and taking me deep.

I sigh.

He works harder.  But I’m not close. 

He pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?  Please?”

I nod and stand up.  He gets up and takes his pants off completely.  I bend him over, so he is holding onto the backs of the chairs in front of us.  It arches his full butt cheeks perfectly.  My hand grazes the tight curls of black hair all over them—and a forest of it in his ass crack.

I kneel and sink my tongue into him.  He gasps. He begins to whimper as I go to work.  I drill into his tight hole.  I love his showered-but-slightly-sweaty-from-all-the-jerking smell and taste.

He is panting now.  And groaning.  “Nobody eats me out…” he murmurs.  “Nobody.”

I re-double my efforts.  My cock is rock hard as I tongue his ebony mounds.  I lube myself up as my tongue drills into his now not so tight pucker.

I need to fuck.

“You want me raw?” I ask as I stand up.

“Yes, he whispers.  “I want your cum in me.”

My head pushes in.  He gasps.  I wait.  The kid is tight—but no virgin.  His hole relaxes and sucks me in.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Each stroke is my full length.  His hand never leaves his big cock.

I slap his ass.  The sound fills the room.  And ignites the kid.  He pushes back now, to meet every thrust.  He moans louder and begins mumbling a string of profanity.  His ass tightens down.  I am sure he’s going to shoot before I do.

“Cum, man, cum in me…”

And that does it for him.  He shoots a massive load on the floor.  A spurt with each thrust I pound into him.

I slow. 

And he moves abruptly, disconnecting us.  “Sorry,” he pants.  “It’s too much after…” leaving it unfinished.   He accepts a piece of paper towel to clean up.

I go back to the straight side for someone to take my load. 

No one is there.

The porn has changed to something generic.

I wait around—Nobody is here. 

Finally I go home, vowing to return tomorrow night…

FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross

 North of Me—March, 2022

Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...

 

“Kneel.”

He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directive, he sits on my bed to allow me to do the ankle restraints. 

“Now on your knees and get me hard.”

My jock is already bulging.  It will not be a hard task.  His tongue zeros in on the edge of the pouch where he can lick my tightly held nuts.  He moves on to pulling the pouch away—and deepthroating my cock.  Easily.  And with hunger.  He moans and comes back up for air before doing it again.  And back up, now gasping for air.

This time, I grab the sides of his head and hold it still.  I fuck his face.  Hard.  Until he’s breathless.  I tell him I want more—but I want to fuck his face as his head hangs over the bed.  Ross scrambles up onto the bed and rolls onto his back.  His head hangs down—his mouth at the perfect level to fuck straight down his throat.  Before I do, I straddle his face.  I lower my balls into his mouth.  He licks every inch he can reach of the hairy sack.  I take half a step forward.  I do slight squat and tell him to lick my ass.  He whimpers softly as his tongue darts around my tight pucker.  Over and over—and only then do I give him what we both really want—a hard throat fucking.

I pause.  I clip the Hog Tie clips to the four restraints.  It pulls his arms and legs together.  I press down to make him immobile and fuck his throat again.  As I pull out, I get some deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my fingers, reach over him and shove it into his ass.

I unclip him so he can turn to present his ass to me on the edge of the bed. “Legs up.”  He complies and I fasten his four extremities to the clips.  I press down—and it rolls his ass up.  My cock rests on his ass lips.  I drool a big glop of spit onto my cock before I push into him.

It’s a hard fuck.  Fast and furious.  His ass flowers open.  Ross is groaning.  Telling me to fuck him as hard as I can.  I push down on the Hog Tie to change the angle of the fuck.  He takes it in his stride. I slow down and push again.  It rolls him to his side.  He is in a fetal position with the restraints.  I love the new angle and continue to drill into him.

I pause long enough to add the egg headed dildo.  My cock joins it.  He is so tight now.  Ross pants his pleasure as I fuck into his toy-tightened hole…

*

Ross is in the sling.  I have fucked him repeatedly.  I pull out one more time. I piss over his now puffy ass lips.  The piss clings to them, inviting me to kneel and clean them up with my tongue.  Fuck, I love rimming him after I have fucked him so much.  I love the taste of myself—and all the ass lube he has manufactured to protect himself from my onslaught.  I stay for a long time, my face buried in his hole.

I warm the speculum by breathing on it, add lube and slide it in.  I crank slowly.  My finger wanders over his prostrate repeatedly.  When it is wide enough, my cock goes in, too.  I fuck, moving my long cock past the ends of the medical device.

“I brought the bigger one,” I tell him.  “I’m not sure I have ever used it.”  The blades are maybe half an inch longer and half an inch wider.   If anyone of my men can take it, it is certainly Ross.  He does so, easily---and loves the stretch.  I repeat the process of slowly opening it and then, when wide enough, fucking him with it in place.

When his ass is empty again, I grease up the Ass Grommet and slip it over the length of my cock until the head of my dick emerges.  It gives my cock a huge circumference…but not too much for Ross.  I push in—and he pushes out, taking me to the root. 

I fuck him with it on me.  Then I hold the edges of the grommet in place. I pull myself out, leaving the toy inside him.  His hole gapes.  I kneel and spit into him.  I take a drink of water—and spit that into him through the grommet.  I swallow the next sip of water—and it kicks in my bladder again.  I stand up and aim at the grommet which is holding his ass open.  A long stream of piss hits his balls.  I direct it downward.  It splashes into the grommet, sluicing into his ass.

Ross groans.  I fuck into the toy—still spraying the last of the piss.  I fuck his piss drenched ass.  It is hot and wet.  When I pull out, the toy comes with me, on my dick.  I kneel and eat his pissed out hole as Ross mumbles encouragement…

*

It’s time for fist.  My greased left slides into him with ease.  I do it again—and add my cock.  My hard dick goes into his butt, down my wrist and fucks into my palm deep inside him.  I can’t get enough of the feel of it all.  I fuck him for quite a while this way.

Then I add my dick in with my right hand in him.  It doesn’t feel as good, so I go back to my left.  When I tire of that, I keep my hand in him and add the egg-headed dildo.  I like the big head of the toy pushing through my fingers deep inside him.

“Have you ever tried adding your dick to that?”

I haven’t.  But I do.  I pull the embedded toy up slightly and there looks like there might be room for my cock.  I try. 

Success.  It’s snug and warm and a great stretch.  Neither of us can hold it for long—but we both love how it feels.

I re-grease my hands.  I alternate them inside Ross.  Close to a true punch fisting session.

“Do a double.  Please…”

I leave my left inside.  My right fingers push into him.  A slight push—and I have both hands inside him.

Now he wants nothing else.  I reverse it—but it is easier for some reason with the left in place and adding the right.  It surprises me each time the second hand disappears inside him.

Finally:

“I think my hole is done.  But I can still take your cum.”

I nod.  I know how to get there—I just need to stick my tongue in his used, sloppy hole.  My erection, which recedes as I concentrate on fist, springs back to life. 

I keep my face buried there. 

I stand.

I fuck.

Ross hands me his poppers.

I do a tiny hit.

I explode—coating his used hole with my cum.

I hang onto the sling frame, letting myself recover.

I go to my knees.

His cum drenched rose bud begins to push into my mouth…