Osvaldo Wants Something New

 Grand Rapids—August, 2023

 

I waited an entire week to have sex again. 

Me. 

I was completed sated from my time in Chicago at the house party.  I was also making sure that everything was normal—and that I hadn’t picked up anything during all that play.

I was also saving up a big load for Osvaldo.  He hasn’t been mentioned on here for a bit, as he’s been out of commission.  Osvaldo loves big things in his ass and he told me about 8 months ago he was bleeding after getting fucked.  I know he went to the doctor—but he never told me exactly what was happening, whether it was an anal fissure or some hemorrhoids that were bleeding, or what.  It took him half a year to recover—but he announced his first post hiatus anal sex with a series of pictures sent to my phone.  He was ready for me anytime—but with my summer schedule, we had to delay it until August.

We planned our meet for a CumUnion.  He wanted me and anyone else who wanted a turn inside him.  We agreed on 9pm.  I drove up and learned he was running late.  He told me to go there and have fun—just not to blow my load.

I got there, checked in and wore the grungy jock and my boots.  I slung the towel over my shoulder and went to see who else was around…

 

The crowd is sparse.  And talkative.  It is more of a social club tonight than a sex club.   There are likely 15 or so guys here, much more interested in the porn or the hot tub than having sex.  Or maybe it’s early.   

I walk around and note there is a new fuck bench near the sling—replacing a worn-out couch in the back corner.  I go into the big screen television room and settle in to watch some porn.  I can usually find a man to give me some warm-up head here.  Not tonight.  I stroke.

I walk and check the time.  He’s now 30 minutes late from his newest guestimate of arrival.  In the course of my rounds, I bump into an acquaintance from the gay campground.  We chat and eye each other, but don’t do anything.  I go back to a smaller porn station near the sling.

A man comes around the corner.  Tall and around my age.  He sits in the other chair.  He drops his towel.  He has a hard seven incher.  We stroke.  He sucks me.  I return the favor.  Neither of us thinking we will get the other off.  As he stands and wraps the towel around him, the Campground Guy comes in and lies in the sling.

And I thought he was a top.

I go over and begin rimming him.  He groans.  “Someone told me you’re good at eating hole—and they aren’t lying.”  He groans again and strokes his dick.

“You ready for my cock.”

He nods.  “Always wanted it…”

I bounce the head on his tight ball sack and add a little more lube to the shaft.  I ease it into him.  He’s tight—but my cock has no entry problems.  His erection goes down as he takes me, but he is concentrating on his ass now anyway.  I hold and our eyes meet.  He nods and I begin fucking. 

The sling starts creaking.  All the guys in the lounge around the corner crowd in to watch.  They keep their distance.  The looks range from turned on to put out that someone is having more fun than they are.

I slow down and begin very long strokes—almost pulling out of Campground Guy and then slamming back in.  His breathing is ragged now.  His cock is oozing constantly as I pummel him.

“Oh, fuck…”

He doesn’t truly shoot, but cum is just released from his balls.  I bend over and lick some of it up and pull my cock out of him at the same time.

“Damn, I needed that,” he groans as I help him out.  The crowd immediately disperses…

*

Osvaldo’s now an hour late from the new start time.  But I finally see him come in.  He gets ready—but is still running around, not settling down to play.  After 20 minutes of this, I finally tell him to come meet me at the sling when he’s ready.

I go up, thinking I can get some head to keep me hard until he arrives.  I’m wrong.  But Osvaldo is soon there.  He wants to try the new bench.  I tell him to suck me, to get me super hard.  He does.  Avidly. 

“Up on the bench.”

He crawls up and I spread his full butt cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole.  I burrow in.

We have an observer.  The only man here now that I think is a top.  He strokes an ample cock to our play.  As I stand up, his eyes are glued to my cock entering Osvaldo raw. 

“You should use his mouth,” I say as I sink into place.  He makes no move to do so, but strokes harder.

I fuck.  It feels great to be back in this wet hole.

Another younger man enters.  The stroking top touches his arm and younger guy goes to his knees to suck the top.  I grin and keep plowing Osvaldo.

Soon, the other top gets the younger man on his feet and bent over.  The bench is just long enough that the two bottoms are now face to face.  The top pushes into the ass of the other younger man.  The Daddies fuck as the two young men hold onto each other, moaning.  I want them to kiss, but it doesn’t happen.

Osvaldo gestures he wants to get up.  He leads me by the hand to his room on the floor below.  He desperately wants to film the fucking—and can’t in the public space.

I eat his ass.  He films it.

I fuck him bent over on the bed.  He films it.  And I take the camera from him for a different angle.

He sits on my face.  And films it.  And riding my cock as I lie there.

I suggest I hold the camera and do an underneath shot as I fuck him on all fours.  He loves the idea.  We fuck.

It is late and I’m tired.  More from all the waiting and doing nothing than from play.  We go back upstairs.  “Remember, what you promised,” he whispers as he climbs in the sling.  I eat his now thoroughly fucked hole.  I stand up and slide in.  As the sling creaks, a few men come in.  One is brave enough to come over and offer a hard cock for Osvaldo’s mouth.

“Fuck him good,” says one of the onlookers.  “Fill that fucker up.”

Little does the onlooker know…

I am close, willing myself to cum.  I do a blast of cum into him.  Osvaldo forgets about the cock in his mouth and milks my dick.

“Do it, Daddy…” he whispers.

I concentrate—and begin to piss.  He has never taken my piss, but lately every text has been about my pissing in his ass.  Now I am.  And it’s a bigger load than I thought I had in me.

I pressure wash his gut.  Osvaldo is groaning and kneading his cock through the fabric covering it.  I finally go dry.  I pull out of him carefully.  He leaks just a few drops that I quickly mop up with my towel.  He has his camera with him and races to the shower.

The next day I get a video of him expelling the piss from his ass in a high arc…

 

Osvaldo sent me videos of us and then pictures taken from the videos.  And all included his face—and I can’t publish them here.  I will post a few of him from the last time we met instead.  I'm sure you won't mind...