Harvesting Cum for Dave's Ass

 Near Home—June, 2022

I came home from IML and self isolated.  At the end of the week, I had developed no symptoms of anything, sexual or respiratory.  I was sated.  I didn’t need sex for that whole week.  It was no hardship to just think about what I’d done—and what I was planning for mid-month.

Dave, the man who willing took up his ass every load I’d collected at the bookstore (and frozen,) wanted to come back.  We agreed we wanted to play again, but not too soon so our play would stay hot.  My going off to CLAW and IML helped put some time between our sessions.  Now we were ready to do it again.  We had arranged a date before I went off to IML.  I checked in and he was eager to come back to my place.  And yes, he’d love some extra loads for us to play in.  So on a Sunday afternoon, a couple of days before he was to arrive, I went off to harvest some cum…

    Dave

 The bookstore is not crowded, but always busy.  No one of interest is in the straight theatre.  I go and sit down to stroke on the gay side.  There are two other men watching a decent video.  I hear movement in the back corner behind me.  I turn.  A man around my age has his dick out and is stroking to the movie—and seemingly to me.  He is furry under his A-shirt and has a very full and sizable beard.  I get up, not bothering to cover my cock, and go join him in the corner.  His big hand finds my dick the moment I stand next to him. But he only strokes me.  Rather hard and rough.

I go to my knees and begin to suck him.  My mouth is full.  He’s dripping precum.  He groans.  Surprisingly, the other two men in the room leave—neither wanting to join us.  I give him my best blow job.  He moans louder now that we are alone.  I stand up to rest the knees, thinking he will suck me. But, no.  I remember I had good results in telling guys why I wanted their load.  I let him stroke me again for a moment before I whisper:  “I really want your load.  I am going to use it to fuck a bud of mine.”

He grins.  And whispers back:  “Then fuck it out of me.”

I grin back.  It’s the last thing I expect from this very straight presenting man.  His shorts fall to his ankles.  I kneel behind him and surprise him with a rim job of his super hairy crack.  He melts, panting, braced against the wall with one hand, the other hand on his rather large dick.  “Fuck me with that big cock,” he hisses.

I lube up and just keep rimming.  I love the feel of the hair on my lips and cheeks as much as he is loving my tongue.  I want him super hot before I plow him.  I stand up.  The head of my cock parts the wet fur and disappears into him.  He pushes back, taking my entire length in one move.  I hold.  And fuck.

He is mumbling now.  Telling me how good it feels and at other times just making sounds that are all about his pleasure.  I pick up the pace.  He strokes his cock in tempo with the fucking I am giving him.

“I’m gonna shoot…”

I pull out and swing around to get under him.  I make it just in time.  My mouth envelops his cock and he gives me a massive load.  I clean him up, not swallowing at all.  He watches, with seeming pleasure as I drool it into a condom. 

“That was a great fuck—and I love that you’ll breed him with me…” he whispers as he does himself up.

Load One.

*

I move to the straight theatre and snag the cocksucker chair.  There are a few men here now, including one of the two who left as I played next door.  He watches me stroke.  He takes out a very standard issue cock and beats it hard.  I nod to him.  He nods back, takes a moment and then comes toward me. 

Without a word he shoves it in my mouth.  I can’t do much—he is fucking my face from the first moment.  He is in need and wants to give me the load.  I oval my mouth and let him fuck.  He grunts occasionally as my tongue tries to work on the underside of his dick.

Bam—he’s there.  Not a big load, but a thick one.  He pulls out before I can clean him up.  And gone before I mix the two loads in the same condom.

Load Two.

*

“Will you fuck me?”

“I’m actually doing more oral today,” I tell the young Latino who always wants me to fuck him with  a condom.  I go on to explain what I’m doing. 

“Fuck the load out of me and you can have it.”

I agree.  We fuck.  He comes…with no ejaculate at all.

*

I find a larger man around my age in the back row on the straight side.  We nod to each other.  He’s seen me in action—and wants to suck my cock.  He gets his out as I approach.  He gives good head as I stand, feeding him as he sits in the cocksucker’s chair.

I take a break by going down on him.  He likes it—but I’m pretty sure his thrill is cock in his mouth.  We go back and forth for quite some time.

A trim man of 50-something comes in.  He is overdressed for a place like this—suit pants and a tie.  He kneels beside us.  I think the larger guy knows him—for it changes his attitude.  My play partner of the last 20 minutes pulls me down to whisper in my ear.  “Give him your cock.”

I stand up, turn and feed it to the well dressed guy.  He takes me to the root and totally subs out.  He is in heaven sucking my cock.  The large guy stands up to get a better view.  He takes the guy’s head and pushes it even farther down on me.  I am covered in masses of deep throat spit.

Now we are sharing the sub.  First one cock in his mouth and then the other.  Back and forth— we let him have it for few strokes before turning his head to be used by the other man.  There are two men watching the three of us.  One stays seated.  The other stands and strokes to the use of the well dressed sub.  I motion him over.  Instead he erupts all over the floor—a massive load wasted on the linoleum. 

The sub is doing the larger guy.  I pull him off and tell him to lick my balls.  He does.  The larger man bends to suck me as he does it.  I love two mouths on me.  Always have.  Those restless tongues working independently of each other. 

“Switch,” I bark out.

The sub goes for the big, bloated, hairless balls of the larger guy.   I bend to suck him. 

And that’s it.

I get his load in my mouth.

I pull off and let the sub clean him up as I spit his viscid seed into the condom with the other two.

Load Three.

I have the sub suck on me a little longer, but I have no urge to shoot.

The men have thinned out—and it’s dinner time.

I go home and freeze the mixed loads for Dave’s ass…