Kyle Gets His Gangbang

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In the Dark Room

 Lansing—March, 2023

As March came to a close, I realized I really wanted to cruise/play somewhere different.  I thought about heading back to northern Indiana, but that seemed to involve too much travel time to justify the play.  Instead, I decided to head to Lansing—far enough away that it would be all different men, but close enough to get home for dinner.  I also wanted that sex club atmosphere of this particular venue.  Plenty of porn stations, but also slings, gloryholes and benches aplenty for more varied activities.

I took off on a Saturday morning and got there early enough to get a discount on my ticket.  Of course, that also meant almost no one was in the place.  I watched some porn.  I walked around the vast playspace.  I missed out on the one piece of action that was happening at that hour, by arriving at the gay area just as two men shot their loads (one into a cocksucker’s mouth—and the other on the floor.)  The other three men in attendance seemed more interested in their phones than play.

I told the attendant I needed some coffee and would be back.  I sat in my car for a bit, nursing my drink, as I read.  An hour later, I returned.  The parking lot, while not full, had lots of new cars in it.  I was buzzed back in.  I went to my favorite spot to sit, watch porn and stroke—and be in the path of every man who was cruising the place…

 

“Daddy needs his dick sucked.”

A younger Caucasian guy is standing in the doorway, dressed in the local university colors, though he is likely no longer in school.  He gropes himself as he looks hungrily at my cock.  I nod.  He comes over and kneels.  He takes me deep into his throat.  I hear his own zipper open—and the slightly wet sound of him giving himself a hand job as he sucks me.  He is not very experienced—but he is enthusiastic.  He mostly stays sucking on my cock head.  When he goes to take me deep, he stops stroking.  About the third time he deep throats me, he forgets to remove his hand from his cock.  It explodes, leaving a pool of jizz by my boots.  He sighs, gets kind of embarrassed and leaves.

The crowd is constant now.  Men of every age and race walk by—it’s nice to be in a college town—but not one of them seems interested in me.   I stroke for a bit, then get up and go around the corner into the dark room.  I lean against the wall.  I think I am the only one here.  

I stroke.  Waiting. 

In quick succession, three men appear at the lit doorframe, come in and disappear in the shadows.  I hear their zippers open.  We all wait.  My eyes adjust.  Slightly.  I can just see them—men of all different shapes leaning—two on the side wall, one by the doorframe.  I’m at the back. 

We can all feel the sexual tension rise.  But no one makes a move. 

Fuck it, I go to my knees.  I am instantly surrounded by all three.  A white guy, with a largish gut, beats the others to my mouth.  His cock is nice and thick—and instantly juicy.  He lets me do the work for a moment—but is soon fucking my face.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts.  “Take all our dicks.”

He pulls out of me and guides the dick next to him into my mouth.  The guy with the large gut jerks and occasionally slaps my face with his wet cock as I suck the new man.  The man now in my mouth is Black.  His cock is long and thin.  He is the youngest of the men now here.  I pull off the new man so I can lick his balls.  The third guy bends over and licks the man’s dick at the same time.  I love the musk of this guy’s balls.  I lick the hairy sack—that is beginning to pull up into his abdominal cavity.

“Let me back in that mouth,” the guy with the gut grates out.  The Black guy moves away, letting the third guy continue to suck him.  My face is being fucked again.  This man likes to be in charge of his cocksucking.

“You swallow?” he asks.  I make some sort of affirmative sound as I take the face fucking. “Don’t you dare spit out my cum…”

These must be his trigger words—for my mouth is suddenly flooded.  He stops his pumping and unloads all over my tongue.  His cum is sweet.  He holds me in place until I have cleaned his cock head of every drop.

“My turn,” says the Black guy.  He pulls out of the other sucker’s mouth and brings his wet cock back to me.  “Take my load, man.”   His wet balls press against my chin, he is buried so deep in my throat.  I pull back, as I really want to taste his load.  He figures it out—and lets me.  My left hand cradles his hairy nut sack—and he begins to shoot.  His testicles try to pull into his body, but I don’t let them.  This guy, younger and fitter, gives me even more cum.  Salty, but good.  I swallow him down, as he steadies himself on my shoulders.  Once I’ve cleaned his cock of every drop of semen, I lick his super sensitive balls—relishing the fact I have made them even muskier. 

Suddenly I feel a mouth on my dick.  The third guy, has hunkered down and, lying on his stomach, is trying to take all of me.  It’s not a great position, and he seems rather toothy.  But I let him—for a new man emerges from the shadows. 

“I watched you take those loads.  You want a third?”

He is a smaller white guy, middle aged—and I can’t see much else in the dark.

His cock is wet and dripping.  He rubs it all over my face and beard before he finally shoves it in my mouth.  “Good boy,” he coos.  “Make me cum.”

My tongue finds his piss slit and digs in.  This makes him pant.  Now my tongue is moving all over his regulation sized cock.  After a moment, he pulls out of my mouth.  “Lick my balls like you did with that other guy.”

I bury my face into his much more diminutive ball sack.  He groans and jerks his dick as I do it.

“Here it comes,” he groans.  “Take it.”

He just makes it back into my mouth.  He erupts.  It’s, frankly, a foul-tasting load.  He’s a smoker.  But I swallow it down.  The man won’t let me clean him up.  He simply pats me on the head and leaves.

“That was hot,” says the remaining guy, the toothy cocksucker.  Sometime, during the third sucking, he’s backed off my cock and stood up.   “You gonna give me your load?”

“Give me a minute.”  I sit on a fuck bench that is in the room—and that I only now can see.

He takes off…

*

I take a tour—and end up back in the same dark room.  A younger Black man is getting head from the toothy guy.  The guy getting sucked is as tall as I am and weights easily twice what I do.  He’s large.  He sees me watching him get sucked.  And stroking to it.

“Let me suck you,” he says.  He seats me in a chair I didn’t know was there.  His mouth is huge—and his tongue the warmest, and most accommodating, I have felt in months.  And it’s big, too.  It is the perfect blow job after the toothy guy.

And the sucker is great at it.  And he knows he has a special tongue.  He uses it all over me. 

Balls. 

Shaft.

Head.

Perineum.

And finally, my mouth.

The kiss is electric.  Our tongues joust, but my mouth is quickly conquered by the sheer mass of his bigger one.  We both groan…

And he spends the next hour, truly, giving me the most exquisite blow job…

Before He Was a Daddy...

 

A very young FP--(Look at all that hair!) around 2005...

Jack Brings a Cup of Cum

 My Playroom—March, 2023

 

Sometime before I went off on my sex weekend (that included breeding Keshawn) I had heard from Jack.  He is the man around my age who is fairly new to gay sex—and is making up for lost time by embracing good pig play.  We set up a time to rut.  In the course of our texting, he told me he was eager and had done what I suggested. 

‘What was that?’  I asked in the next message.  And then I remembered, before I got his reply.  I had, in the course of my last session with him, mentioned that if he was a jerker, he could freeze his loads for our mutual pleasure.  I hoped I was right.  My phone dinged, but all he would tell me was that he’d be bringing me something special.

So, on a Friday afternoon, late in March, Jack showed up with a coffee cup.  Inside, packed in ice, was a condom…

 

He hands it to me, right at the front door.  “Five loads,” he says.

“All your own?  Or from others?”

“All mine.”  We go down to the playroom.  I am already in the jock I’m destroying for a bud and with boots, all covered by my robe.  I set the cup down on the toy shelf for later, first making sure there is enough ice to keep the devil’s dick solidly frozen.  I watch him strip.  He’s in a hurry.   The moment he’s naked, he kneels at the foot of the fuckbench.  I surprise him by handing him my phone.  I ask him to snap a picture of the jock, so the owner can see the results of my constant wear during my play time.

He snaps away.  I move closer to him, take the phone out of his hands and toss it on the bed.  My jock pouch rubs his face.  He inhales deeply and begins mouthing the loosely woven cloth.  He is hungry.  My cock is swelling.  He licks at it, loving that the flavored fabric is between his tongue and my engorging cock.  Finally, the pouch can no longer contain all of me.  I yank it to the side and let Jack get to my dick for the first time today.  He sucks me all the way down before coming back up to my piss slit.  He holds the shaft of my cock with his left hand and just concentrates on licking the opening.  Burrowing in.  He must be getting some precum, for he is moaning softly.

The moment his hand releases me, I fuck his face.  Hard.  He chokes once—and that only inspires him to ask for more.  I do it again.  He does not choke this time.  I pull out of his mouth and turn.  I thrust my butt cheeks into his face.  He hungrily burrows in to find my hole.  He grunts, relishing the musk of the four hours since the morning shower.  I turn back around,  knowing he’ll have lots more time to lick my ass later.

“Get up on the bench, I want to do that to you.” 

Jack scrambles up.  The bench spreads his cheeks for me as he gets comfortable.  I dive in.  I love the fresh taste of his hole.  Soon it will reek of me, my sweat, my piss, my cum, his cum…

I stop stroking my cock at that thought—and redouble my efforts at opening his hole.  His pucker loosens.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The head goes in with the tiniest bit of effort.  Jack relaxes, takes a hit of his poppers and I slide the rest of the way in.  Every inch, buried in his hot flesh.  I fuck, slow and long.

“Make me feel it,” he pleads.

I build the tempo.  Really plowing into him. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He groans and licks me clean.  I spit on my cock as I return to his ass.  I fuck him with just our mingled spit for lube. 

“Fuck me,” he groans.

Once again, he cleans my cock.  When I return to his used hole this time, I piss on it.  Jack groans again.  I can’t stop.  My clear piss runs down his crack and onto the towel under the bench.  I kneel and lick his fucked hole clean of piss.  I spit on my cock, and fuck him again…

*

I get him up off the bench after he cleans my piss flavored cock.  He’s sure he is going to the sling and get his loads into his butt.  I surprise him by getting into the sling myself.

“Eat my ass.”

He goes to his knees and begins licking me with such an intensity I have to ask him to start a little less aggressively.  He backs off.  I use the poppers I keep in my freezer just for his visits and his tongue inside me.  I let him lick and slobber all over my hairy crack.  I try to piss for him, but I’m dry.  He tries to add some piss to the mix, too, a little later, but it’s not happening today for him.  I am more than content with just his incredibly eager tongue working my ass lips.

We switch places.  I get his ankles in the stirrups and eat his hole.  And fuck it.  And have him lick up all those juices.  As I pull out of his mouth, I spit in it.  Jack groans and swallows.  I pick up his coffee cup, and holding it where he can see it, remove the condom with the five loads.  It is still solid—a large mass of off-white cum.  I snip it open, just under the knot he’s tied in it.  I hold it to his swollen ass lips and turn the condom inside out, pushing the frozen nugget of cum into him in one smooth maneuver. 

Jack pants—it has to be damn cold.  I kneel and lick up the slime trail of cum the frozen mass left, as the outer layer melted on contact.  I drool it down to my cock, stand up and push into him.  I can feel the frozen cum nugget about four inches into him.  I fuck it deeper, very aware of the melting devil’s dick as it drips on my penis and warms back to body temperature. 

I fuck him.

I bring it to his mouth.  He loves the taste of all the mingled juices now in his hole.  He cleans me thoroughly.   I go back to his ass and lick up a drip.  I spit it on his hole and fuck it back into him.  Once more, at the end of the fuck, I share my cum covered cock with him.  He licks me clean and swallows it all hungrily.  I go back to his ass and make sure to wipe up a small cum drip with the pouch of the jock.

As I fuck yet again, I have lost the feel of fucking in a load.  I grab the speculum.  This is new to Jack. But he’s eager.  With him cranked open, my finger touches his prostate repeatedly.  I do find more cum.  He licks my finger clean.

I fuck with the device in place.  My cock is wet, not cummy, but he still enjoys the flavor, once I stop.  I remove the speculum and see the cup where I left it.  I take an ice cube.  I insert it in his slightly gaping hole.  I add my cock.  I push it deeper.  The melting water cleans him up.  My cock, when I pull it out, has a nice mix of water and the remaining cum from in his ass.  Jack swallows me down, moaning, and telling me how good I taste.

“I think you need some fresh cum in your hole.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want me to shoot in you?” I ask rhetorically, as I slide into his well-used mancunt.

“Please, Sir.  I want to take your load home.”

I begin to fuck.  “You gonna keep it in you?’

“Yes, Sir!”

I pump a little harder.  “Really?”

“I might taste some, Sir, when I get home and…”  the sentence trails off into his panting.

I am pumping hard and fast.

“Take a hit of poppers.” 

I slow down as he unscrews the cap.  The moment it’s back on, I am back to slamming into him with all my strength.

In moments, I’m there.  I shoot five days of built up cum into him.  Jack takes it all…

And takes it home, unshowered, like a good pig…

Keshawn Takes Two

 Indianapolis—March, 2023

 

After my bookstore adventure on Saturday, I drove to Kokomo to stay the night.  It was an easy drive into Keshawn’s the next morning.  I arrived right on schedule—and well rested.  I had brought the sling.  I was just beginning to set it up as another man walked up the steps and into the living room.

Fred was around 35 to 40, white, and a big guy.  He told me that he had been bottoming for a long time and had just begun topping again.  He and Keshawn obviously knew each other quite well—they sat and caught up as I got the sling assembled.  Keshawn turned on some porn to play on his huge screen television—and we all stripped down…

 

Keshawn and Fred are standing chest to chest—and kissing.  Deeply.  Passionately.  I go down on my knees and pull Keshawn’s full butt cheeks apart.  My tongue begins to squirm into his hole.  I hear him groan into Fred’s mouth.  Fred reaches down and grabs Keshawn’s cheeks for me, spreading them wider.  Now I can really tongue fuck him.  Keshawn’s massive cock goes from aroused to super hard.  I stand up, and, with Keshawn holding on to Fred’s shoulders, I enter him for the first time during this session.  He whimpers and buries his head in his hands.  Fred now holds Keshawn—and tells him how hot my cock looks filling up his ass.

I fuck him, slowly, reminding him of my cock.

I pull out.  Instantly, Keshawn goes to his knees to taste his ass juices on my dick.  Fred steps forward, offering his more traditionally sized dick.  Keshawn goes back and forth.  I notice Fred touching his own nipples, so I take over for him as Keshawn gives each of us head, finally getting both cock heads into his mouth at the same time.  I love the feel of Fred’s pre-cum smearing across my helmet head, before Keshawn licks it away.

When Keshawn stands up, Fred goes down to his knees.  He has a much harder job—working two dicks, big and bigger—into his mouth.  He manages, just.  It’s hot, maybe because he’s having so much trouble opening his mouth wide enough.

I suck some too, but individually.  I take Fred with ease—and feel all teeth on Keshawn’s thickness.  “I need to eat your ass instead,” I tell him—and have him bend over the back of the couch.  I lick his freshly fucked hole.  Fred kneels next to me.  I move and let him have his first taste of Keshawn’s butt.  He groans.  I love watching another man eat the hole I just fucked.  Fred licks for a little bit more, than stands up and fucks Keshawn.  Both men groan.  Loudly.  I work Fred’s nip.

Keshawn breaks it—he wants to use the sling.  Before I get his feet in the stirrups, we test the height.  We take it down one link so Fred does not need to stand on the balls of his feet to fuck.  Keshawn jumps back in.  Fred moves to the side.  “Let me see you eat his ass again.”

I am happy to oblige.  I hear Fred’s cock being sucked above me as I taste how wet Fred has made Keshawn’s hole.  I slurp loudly as I rim.  Soon enough, I stand and fuck.  Keshawn stops sucking Fred, his concentration all on his hole as I push slowly into him.

“Fuck him hard,” Fred murmurs.  “Make him take it.”

I bottom out, my full bush, and my friend’s new jock, grinding into Keshawn’s wet hole.

“Fuck me,” he groans, taking a long hit of poppers.

I do.  Long strokes.  Slow.  Letting him feel every inch plowing into him.  Fred walks around and stands next to me, his eyes intent on my cock cleaving into Keshawn.  His hand goes down and touches my balls, never getting in the way of the fuck.  I hope he might crawl under me and lick my shaft as I fuck—but he’s not quite that adventurous. 

I pull out, slapping my wet cock on Keshawn’s full ball sack.  I push right back in.  This actually causes both men to make an audible intake of  breath.  Keshawn’s groan fuels another popper hit.  Fred kneels to be at eye level for the fuck.

I fuck Keshawn faster now, pummeling his ass.  Finally, I slow and go back to the deliberate strokes.  I suddenly pull out—and offer Fred my cock.  He cleans me—and then buries his face in Keshawn’s freshly fucked hole.  I bring my cock to Keshawn’s mouth, leaning in at the side of the sling.  “I’d rather eat ass, than suck cock,” says Fred, momentarily pulling off Keshawn to catch his breath.  I agree with—at least with as ass like Keshawn’s in front of me.

Fred stands up and plows into Keshawn.  Keshawn stops sucking and locks eyes with Fred.  “Damn you feel good,” Fred mumbles.  “So wet.”  He fucks him hard, his thick body slamming into the man in the sling.

Suddenly, Fred is winded.  He’s over-heating.  He pulls out and sits down on the couch for a minute.  I go back to eating Keshawn’s hole.  I wonder if Fred might have shot, but I can’t taste any cum. 

Fred eventually comes back to the side of the sling to watch me fuck.  He’s lost his hardon.  Keshawn tries to suck him back to life.  It slowly happens as his body temperature returns to normal. 

It might have been my fucking.  It might have been the cock erecting in his mouth.  Or both.  Something makes Keshawn reach down and begin stroking his cock like mad.  In moments he has shot all over his pubes and chest.

I slow down.  My hand scoops up some of his load.  I pull out and smear his spunk all over my cock and push back into him.  I don’t have long to get off, he’ll become too sensitive any moment.

“Use all that cum,” Fred murmurs, stroking himself now.

I reach down and grab Keshawn’s poppers.  I really needed a little more time to plow—but maybe a hit will tip the scales.

I take it.

I eat his hole, tasting his load, as it drips out.

I stand up, smear some more of his jizz on my cock and slide back in.

Heaven.  It’s a smooth glide.  My pubes grind into his upturned ass.

I pump.

“Shoot inside him,” Fred mumbles.

I am close—and it’s there.  I grab the top of the sling for support and let my balls empty into Keshawn’s cum soaked ass.  I let every drop seep out of me, before I go to my knees and taste our mixed loads…

Keshawn consented to letting me use this pic of him.  Thank him!!

Sex Weekend: Cruising towards Indy

 Northern Indiana—March, 2023

 

My fuck bud Keshawn had invited me down to his place.  It’s a long drive, so I decided if I was seeing him on Sunday, I would just turn it into a sex weekend.  I decided I would look for some cock sucking the day before, stay the night closer to Indy and see him for our Sunday afternoon fuck.  It had been a long time since I’d cruised my favorite bookstore in northern Indiana, so it became my Saturday afternoon playground…

 

The parking lot is packed.  I go in.  I ask for the ticket that gets me into both the booths and the cinema on the opposite side of the retail store.  I prefer to play in public than in booths, so I start there.  It’s dark.  It takes me a moment to see I am all alone.  A cuckold video is playing that is moderately hot.  I sit on the built in bench and haul out my cock.

The curtain parts and a man comes in. He stands against the back wall.  My eyes have adjusted to the gloom.  He is my age, a little chunky, with thinning hair.  He pulls out his dick and strokes.  He walks forward, both hands covering his crotch and sits in a chair near my bench.

I go to the floor in front of him.  He removes his hands.  It’s a very small cock—but it’s hard.  I suck him.

“Careful of your teeth.”

Now I am a good cocksucker.  I worry about my teeth when I try to suck Keshawn’s massive cock.  There is no way I have scraped this tiny little dick in my mouth.  I just continue on.  A guy comes in.  I keep working on the dick in front of me.  I hear him unzip and hear the guy I’m sucking begin to suck the newcomer.  There is nothing but the sound of slurping dick and an occasional moan as we suck.

“Suck my sucker.”

I stand up.  The new guy is also around my age and much better looking, with that chiseled, old Hollywood look.  I sit back on my bench and let him go to his knees.  Tiny dick sees my length for the first time as he stands up and feeds me again. 

“Watch your teeth,” he murmurs, even though my lips are wrapped over them.  “You should fuck me.”

I say nothing and just enjoy the man sucking my cock.

“I really need to be fucked.”

I pull off him.  “Are you prepped?”

“You mean that pill?  No.”

“I mean cleaned out.”

He won’t answer that.  And sits back in his chair.  A young daddy type joins us.  He unzips and sticks a sizeable cock in Tiny Dick’s mouth.  TD sucks him, pulls off him, repeats his desire to be fucked—and the two go off to the booth area, across the store.

My man pulls off me, his knees tired.  I reach for his dick.  “I should take a break” he says, “I don’t want to get off yet.” 

He leaves and I stroke a bit before going over to the booths myself.  I see the young daddy headed to the bathroom to wash, scowling, his dick wrapped in paper towel.  I smile to myself, glad I dodged that bullet.

I cruise the booths.  I pick the back one that has a glory hole in it.  I leave the door unlocked and stroke to better porn, but the other men seem to be busy.  When the five tokens I’ve used run out I head back to the theatre.  In the smallest booth possible, I pass a hot looking guy in his late 40’s, wearing a ball cap.  He has a wonderfully dark and full beard.  He strokes to straight porn with the door standing wide open.  But the booth is so small, no one can join him.  I nod to him and continue on the theatre.  I sit—and moments later, Ballcap shows up.  He has come direct from the service station where he must work.  He smells of oil and a good morning’s work. 

He stands in front of me, blocking the screen.  “You suck?”

I nod and go to my knees.  The smell of his workday is a total aphrodisiac to me.  He unzips and give me a girthy, cut dick.  My mouth envelops him.  He groans at the wet contact.  Every movement of my lips and tongue send either a shiver through him or elicit a moan.  He stands stock still and gives himself over to the pleasure.

He is going to be a fast cum.  I can feel it.  His hairy balls are pulling up.  Only now does he touch my shoulders to keep me in place for the cumshot.  He fires into me a massive load of jizz.  I swallow.  And he seems really pleased at that.  I lick him clean, my hand around the base of his cock so he can’t pull away.  He is still panting, coming back to normal.

“You guys know how to do it,” he murmurs as he shoves his deflated cock back into his work clothes…

*

The good-looking older man finds me in a booth.  He kneels and gives me some great head.  When his knees get tired, he stands and lets me do the same for him.  I work hard for his load, but he is obviously not as close as he was before.  He hears new men arrive and excuses himself.

I am curious, too, so I button up and walk around.  Every connected glory hole booth is now filled and you can hear guys sucking.  I can’t see the man who just left me, so he must be in one of the three pairs of booths.  I meander back to the cinema.

A truck driver type is standing behind the low wall, jerking to the shot of a woman getting a cum facial on the screen.  He sees me.  He steps out.  His dick is thick.  And uncut.  He walks right to me and touches my shoulder with just enough pressure that you know he expects me to go to my knees.  I don’t disappoint.

“Suck my dick, man.   Take my load so I can get out of here.”

Now I have to watch my teeth; he is so girthy, I can’t cover them well.  And he doesn’t care.  He is intent on fucking my face.  He moves my head just slightly to a the left.  This pleases him—he seems to go deeper into my throat.  His thick hands cover my ears, holding me in place as he fucks.  I worry that I can’t get enough air.  I try to move away to gasp in a breath, but he won’t have it.  He is close.  My tongue continues to work the underside of his cock.  It’s all I can manage—he won’t let me show off any of my skills.  I am just a mouth to plow.

“Here, sucker.  Take it.”

He begins to spew.  It’s not as large a load as the mechanics, but it is discharged with more force.  It bypasses my mouth.  He shoots down my throat, until the last spurt that lands on my tongue.

“Swallow it,” he hisses.

I do.  I begin to clean under his foreskin and for the first time he gives a moan of pleasure.

Then he’s all business again, stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping up.

He turns to go, but not before patting me on the shoulder.  “Nice…” he mumbles and is gone…

*

I decided to go too.  I didn’t really want to get off.  I wanted to save that for Keshawn’s hot ass tomorrow.