"Fill Me Up, Stud!"

 Eastern Illinois—October, 2023

 

I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post.  Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play.  Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off.  Two actually.  I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself.  And I needed relief!

I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I had worked this gig the last time.  I loved the set up there:  the two theatres were behind the same door.  The two spaces also had their own restroom which was really convenient.  I packed a lunch and made the drive…

 

I buy my admission—as does the man behind me in line.  The store has only just opened.  We go in.  He makes a beeline to the straight side as I go the other direction and piss.  There is one man in the gay side, sitting on one of the two couches.  He looks familiar from when I was here before, but I can’t be sure.  That is until he opens his mouth and begins critiquing the video.  I’m right.  He never is happy with anything shown here—and is very vocal about it.  I move away and go sit in the straight theatre.  The other man is there and kneading his crotch.  He stops the moment he sees me sit down on the opposite side of the room.  The movie is slow—but the action fun.  I am yet again surprised by internal cum shots in a straight movie.

The next scene begins with a lot of dialogue.  I am obviously not going to have any fun with the other man here—as he has sat rigidly, looking at only the screen, with his hands by his side.  I wonder if he has even noticed my cock out?  I cover it up and go to the other room.  The critic has moved to standing in the back.  I sit where he was earlier.  He takes note of my dick coming out, but soon moves on to the other room to offer his opinions on that video over there to his captive audience.

I stroke.

A new man arrives.  He is around my age, white, with a full head of very white hair.  I remember this guy, too.  He gives very enthusiastic blow jobs.  He sits next to me.  He takes out his dick.  He looks at mine, longingly.  I nod.  And he is on his knees in a flash.  H takes me into his highly practiced mouth.  He sucks.  He licks.  He deep throats.  I nudge him down to my balls.  It feels good—he knows what he’s doing.  But somehow it isn’t remotely sensual.  I could no more cum from it than I could from doing push-ups.

He takes a break when his knees tire.  I am alone for quite some time, but it’s a hot movie in here, all very juicy threeways.

The door opens.  No one comes in here for a bit.  Then a man I played with a lot last time comes in.  He recognizes me, too.  He sits next to me.  He’s likely 45 to 50, Black, and big boned.  His dreads are pulled back and under the hood of his sweatshirt.  He looks at me—and looks at my dick.  I nod and he goes down on me.  He has a large mouth and his tongue is thick and muscular.  And he loves sucking cock.  Every move he makes tells you he is right where he wants to be.  I sigh and let him lick and suck where ever he wants.  My cock.  My piss slit.  My balls. I even undo my pants and shove them around my ankles so he can lick under my balls.  He flirts with sweeping that thick tongue over my pucker, he tease me for a moment, but then makes the long slurp up from under my balls to the top of my cock.

He pauses to pull his own pants down to his knees.  His thick, if not long, cock is rampant.  I lean forward and suck him for a moment.  He is one of those men who get so hard when they are doing the sucking, but deflate when someone does any reciprocation.  He enjoys my mouth—but is eager to get back to sucking me. 

And I let him.  He sucks me long and deep.  We kiss—something new for us, but I desperately want to taste his mouth with my precum in it.  It’s long and passionate.  His cock is fully erected again.  He is still on his knees, his ass jutted out to the room.  The enthusiastic guy comes back.  He crawls under him and sucks on his cock as that large tongue goes back to work on me.

I squirm in pleasure.  I keep seeing his naked ass.  A fat one.  I want it.  I slide out from under him, and with the other guy still on his cock, I begin licking his hole.  This is new for us.  He groans.  Loudly.  Enthusiastic Guy comes up to watch me rim and to jerk himself.  EG shoots his load on the floor.

“I’m gonna shoot,” groans the man bucking back on my tongue.  He does.  I get to clean up what is left on his cock.

We talk a lot.  He has Detroit connections.  He takes my number and swears he will let me know when he’s in Michigan.

I jerk.

I talk to the video critic.

The door opens.  “Well, well…”

It’s the guy who was a staple the last time I was here.  White, my age, tall and slim.  I had fucked him—the first time he’d allowed himself to have anal sex in years.  And here he is, wanting more.

“I got a text from…” and he names the man I had just rimmed and made shoot.  “He said I better get over here…”

We catch up a little.  He sucks me, making me squirm.

He sits on my cock again to open himself up.

I tell him I want to really plow him. 

“Do it.”

We change positions.  He kneels on the couch and lets me pummel his ass.

“I’m going to shoot,” I groan out.  “Can I breed you?”

“Fill me up, stud!”

And I do.  Two weeks of load…saved for a hot hole…

Please Swallow Me, Too..."

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"I Love It When You Do That"

 My Playroom—October, 2023

 

The next day, after my time with the guy in the leather jacket, Kieran sent me a text saying his truck was fixed—and could he come over to suck my dick and get fucked?  I said ‘yes’ and he showed up right after I finished my lunchtime soup…

 

We head straight downstairs.  He strips off and tosses his clothes in the chair.  I’ve not bothered to get dressed today, knowing Kieran was coming so early this afternoon.  I hang my bathrobe on the door knob.  I have my boots on and a yellow jock, not that I think we will be doing any piss play, but I haven’t started wearing a new white jock since I sent the scented/stained one back to its owner.  Kieran, now totally naked, sits on the bed.

“Let me suck that big cock.”

He is eager—and getting hard as I take my dick out of the jock pouch.  He reaches for my balls and pulls me to him.  His mouth envelops my dick.  I sigh.  Many men give great head, but Kieran is one of the best I know.  He has it all:  a big mouth for less contact with teeth, great suction, intricate tongue work—and that hunger for cock.  He groans around my shaft deep in his throat.  I look down and his cock has spit out a large pearl of precum.  I reach down and wipe it up with one finger and taste it.  Kieran works harder on my cock—taking me deep repeatedly.

He pulls off.  “Fuck my face.”

I hold him by the ears and begin a slow fuck—about two/thirds of my length on each stroke.  I speed up.  Kieran moans and takes it.  I finally pull out, bringing up deep throat spittle.  I wrap it around my cock shaft—and he hungrily cleans me up.

I want to eat his ass and tell him so.  He gets up on the fuck bench without my saying where.  His ass is voluptuous and I kneel and dig in.  His cock is dripping again.  I reach under him and catch some of the juices.  I smear them on his now wet hole and push them into his ass.

“I love it when you do that.”

I slobber over his hole for another few moments before catching some more of his precum.  This time I smear it on my dick.  I stand up and inch into him.  “I’m fucking you with your own juices,” I tell him.  This causes him to moan again and direct his gaze into the side mirror so he can see me use his ass.  He’s tight today.  But I am soon balls deep. 

I pause. 

He pants. 

I begin to fuck.

“Harder.  Really make me feel it.”

I follow his instructions.  He tells me he used a big toy on himself yesterday, after he got the truck fixed.  He likes my actual dick much better.

I pull out, intent on making him lick me clean.  But there is the tiniest bit of brown in some mucous.  I wipe down.  There is no mess.  I can eat his ass again—my test for how things are.  I get him ready once again for a good dicking.

“That’s it.  Fuck me hard,” he groans out.  “I need this so much.”

This time when I pull out, I have to go wash.  He assures me he cleaned, but he opts not to go do a touch up in the shower.  “Let me suck your cock.”

With many men, I might call it a day, but not with Kieran and his mouth skills.  I lie on the bed and watch the porn playing on the television.  He asks if I know any of the performers in this one.  I admit I put this disc on as when I was selecting porn, I had forgotten Ray Dalton was in it.  We both watch Ray fuck a hot cub for a moment before Kieran gets to work on my cleaned-up cock.

He works my shaft and dripping head.

“Lick my balls.”

He does as he’s told, leaving them wet.  I hoist them out of the way and tell him to try to get his tongue between my cock ring and my ball sack.  He does this and more, licking my entire perineum.  His tongue does one swipe that includes my tight pucker—but he doesn’t continue.  As he goes back up to my dick, I mentally wonder what it would be liked to be rimmed with that expert tongue of his. The very thought makes me get closer to orgasm than I thought possible.

I tell him to lick my balls again and this time I jerk my dick.  When he works his way back up—I surprise myself by shooting deep into his throat…

Leather Jacket

 Near Home—October, 2023

 

I was horned.  I had made a date with Kieran, the bearded married man who gives me his ass (but is a driven cocksucker) to meet in the playroom.  He was late.  Finally, I got a text.  His pickup was not running and he was still working on it.  Damn! 

I know him well enough that it was not some excuse to get out of the hook up.  In fact, we agreed to meet the next day if he could get it working.  But what was I to do with my afternoon?  Go find someone for my swelling cock, of course…

 

The parking lot has five cars in it.  I think about just turning around, but I don’t.  I go in.  I have my pick of seating in the straight theatre.  I choose the cocksucker’s seat.  There is only one other man here on this Wednesday afternoon, just after noon.  He is sitting way down front and jerking relentlessly to the big breasted woman getting fucked on the screen.  I am more taken with the tattooed man working her over—he is a natural Dom and makes her work for her pleasure.

The guy down front stands up and shoots, careful to keep it off his clothes.  He leaves, with a curt nod to me.  I am alone. For a long time.  I have often seen crowds of men here on a Wednesday afternoon.  In fact, I met Kieran here on a Wednesday.

I stroke.

I go next door.  The gay movie is too young for me.  And talkative.  I don’t want to hear about the pornster’s first time.  There is one man here, a regular, who mostly keeps to himself.  I go back to the straight side.

I stroke.

New scene, new woman, same Dom.  She is licking his asshole as I take my cock back out.  I wonder what she’s thinking…

The door opens.  A white man, maybe in his late 40’s/early 50’s comes in.  He is middle height, trim and wearing a leather jacket.  He stands, leaning against the back wall.  He watches the screen intently.  I swear I can see the crotch of his jeans plump.

He finally looks over at me.  “Well, fuck. Now that’s a cock.”

“Thanks.”

“You should be up there.”  He jerks a thumb at the big screen television.

I shrug and tell him I’ve done a little porn.  He wants to know more.  I tell him about the two gangbangs.  He is much more interested in my time at the FTM studio.  “I’ve always wanted to meet a trans guy,” he admits.  “That way around,” he clarifies.

We are talking enough now, that he asks if he can sit with me.  The moment he sits on the far side of me, he pulls out his cock, an uncut seven incher.  It’s not thick and just the head has a slight upward curve.

“You gay or bi or what?” he asks.

“Mostly gay, but known to wander…I love a hot hole.”

“I like that.  Mostly straight here, but I love the way men suck cock.”

I don’t immediately volunteer to suck him.

We chat.  He’s from a smaller town in northern Michigan.  Here on family stuff.  Couldn’t decide to come here or the casino with his free afternoon. 

We lapse into silence.  We both jerk to the video.  The Dom has had a male friend come over and the woman is about to get DP-ed.

“Always wanted to do that,” he murmurs, stroking harder.

I tell him I have DP-ed.

“I don’t mean two dicks in some guy.”

“I’ve done that a lot, but I got to DP a woman with another big dicked daddy.”

Now he’s all ears.  I tell him a little more.  He jerks.

He looks at me.  I know what’s coming before he says it.  “Would you…” he takes his hand off his cock, offering it to me.

I don’t answer.  I just go to my knees.  He sighs as I take him to the root.  His thin dick is the perfect girth for me, so I don’t have to worry about my sharp canines.  I suck.  His foreskin becomes very juicy. 

“Love your tongue on me,” he groans. 

This makes me really use it to pull back his foreskin and get inside it.

He moans again.  “Can I fuck your face?”

I pull off him and give him room to stand.  He grabs the sides of my head and pulls me back onto his cock.  He pumps.  Relentlessly.  Deep on every thrust.  But he can’t get off.  He finally stops, asking for a moment.

I sit back down.

“Do you suck?” I ask.

He turns away.  If he turns red in the face, I can’t see it the gloom.

“A little,” he admits.  “A long time ago.”

“Want to try me?”

“You’re just the type of guy I’d like to—big dicked, sure of himself…”

We watch the video.  To my amazement, the woman takes the loads in her pussy and her ass—and squeezes them out for our viewing pleasure.  I suddenly feel his hand on my cock.  He goes to his knees and takes me into his mouth.  He groans around my thickness as it fills him.  “So big…” I think he mumbles.

His technique is nothing great.  But it’s super-hot watching this man suck my dick, conceivably the first cock he’s had in his mouth in 25 years.  Or maybe it’s just a line he uses all the time…

“Lick my balls, too.”

He pulls off me and goes down to the hairy sacks.  They are sweaty—and I don’t know if he truly appreciates the heady aroma of me at my most primal.  But he licks them.  And back up the shaft.  I wonder about what would happen if I filled his mouth with cum.

He stops.  And stands.  “Do me again.  I’m dripping…”  I lean forward.  His cock is indeed wet.  He allows me my own speed at first, then fucks my face again.  But he can’t go over the edge.

“I’m sorry.”

I shrug.  “It’s been fun.”

He nods.  “Not what I though would happen when I stopped in here.”

“What did you think?”

“A quick wank and on my way.”

We’ve been playing for over an hour.  I tell him that.

He gasps and quickly shoves his cock back in his underwear.

“I gotta get out of here.” 

I nod.

He stops at the door and turns.  “I really liked it.  Now I’m gonna wonder what I would have done if you’d cum in my mouth...”  He tries for a smile and leaves.

I wonder the same thing…

Playing Hooky -- with Keshawn

 

Today I have a day off.  I am spending it inside Keshawn.  And perhaps another invitee who Keshawn knows.  I will get back to my every other day posting tomorrow.

 

For today, another thought sent to me by my fuck bud Perry.  I certainly identify…

Every Last Drop

 Jackson—October, 2023

 

On the evening of the last post, I went to bed horned.  As I was stripping down, I considered starting a new devil’s dick, but, dammit, I wanted to do some live breeding or feeding.  The moment I woke up the next morning I knew I was going to have sex—or at least look for it.  I went in search of it to the bookstore with the new play area of cubicles, gloryholes and the medical exam table.  I timed my arrival for just after lunch.  It was a Sunday and I had no idea if that was a typically busy day in this venue or not…

 

I walk in the lounge and make the tour.  No sex is happening, but there are likely half a dozen men watching the various screens scattered around the walls.  I sit in a corner and pull out my dick.  My cock springs to life before I can even manhandle it to attention.

“You want that sucked?”

I turn towards the man who has approached me.  He is rather below average height, white, and bearded.  His beard gives him a slight resemblance to Jacob.  I nod to him and he kneels, pulling his own cock out to stroke, once he’s down there.  He gives me good head, if not exceptional.  More suction and deep throating than any interesting tongue action.

He slows down and then comes up for air.  “I’m a top, but I gotta tell you that is a great cock.”  He stands, showing off his own now very hard seven inches.  “I’d love to see you fuck with that mother.”

I lean forward and suck him for a bit.  Using all my tongue tricks.

We agree we would both love to a share a bottom.  He goes off—and I stroke my very wet cock.

“Let me help with that.”

A white man around my age, with a shaved head, and an elfin grin goes to his knees without really waiting for a response from me.  He’s great.  He knows all the tricks to get me dripping.  He pulls off me and looks up: “You need to fuck me with this thing.”

“Do you like showing off?  I bet the exam table’s free.”

He grins and leads the way to the back room.  Along the way I motion Bearded Boy to follow us.  His eyes light up as he sees Shaved Head strip down—he must know him.  Shaved Head sits on the table, start naked.  I get his ankles on the metal stirrups.  He leans back and gets his ass in place.  Every hair on that man has decided to grow below his waist.  His legs are slightly hairy, but his butt is a jungle.  I can’t believe my luck.  I kneel and begin eating him out.

I hear Bearded Boy stick his dick in Shaved Head’s mouth.  Shaved Head’s ass is responding to my tongue.  The pucker has opened more and more as I lick and spit.  I am getting all the hair around his now slightly gaping hole, very wet.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” say Bearded Boy.

I force myself to stand up.  I slap my cock on SH’s exposed balls.  And push into his hole.  He stops sucking to concentrate on his ass—welcoming my dick inside him.

“That is so hot,” BB grunts out—before thrusting his cock back into SH’s mouth.

I pick up speed.  The table has a slight rock to it when I reach a really hard driving tempo.  This makes other men gather in the door to watch us. None of them come very close—but I always love an audience.  I fuck him some more, before pulling out and changing places with BB.  Bearded Boy doesn’t taste my handiwork, he just fucks into the wet hole I’ve opened.  I am thrilled that SH wants to taste his ass on my cock.  I watch BB fuck.  He is driving very fast into the hairy ass.  I wonder if he’s going to shoot.

He suddenly pulls out and takes off.  He has given no outward sign he shot, so I go back and taste the hole he’s just fucked.  I can’t tell, but I think he may have loaded him.  My tongue roots around in him for a long time.  I finally stand up and fuck.  I still can’t tell if I am fucking in load or just a very wet ass.  Either way he feels terrific.

Another man, around my age and height come over from the crowd.  “Is he taking any dick?”

I look at Shaved Head.  “Fuck, yes!” he groans.

The new man unzips and strokes himself to hardness.  He is around the same size as BB.  I pull out and let the older man fuck Shaved Head.  “Damn, you feel good…” the new guy moans.  I slap my wet dick against SH’s cheek.  His attention is all on the cock in his hole right now, so I don’t force the issue.  In moments, the older guy shoots.  He pulls out gingerly.  I kneel and, to his delighted surprise, clean his cock.  Then I dig into Shaved Head’s creamy ass.  I find some stray cum on his puffy ass lips and lick it up. I dig deeper, but can’t find any more semen.

Again, I fuck him hard.  I am thinking I might shoot.

“Can I take a little break?”

I’m surprised, but help him up.  He gets dressed—and actually takes off…

*

I am in the main area here.  I see a man in true biker leathers enter.  He makes a beeline for one of the cubicles with a glory hole.  I go up on the slurp ramp and feed him my cock.  He sucks me moaning and grunting.  Suddenly he stops.  I’m sure, from his sounds, he’s shot his own load all over the fresh plywood of the booth.

*

I sit in front of a gay screen.  I get head from a regular here.  He suck me until he is close to shooting himself.  He knows to stand up and feed me.

A new man, around my age, has come in, catches my eye and goes to the medical exam table.  He is stripped naked before I can get there.  “Fuck me raw, man,” he says as he sits on the table.  He does not need my help to get his feet in the front stirrups.  I don’t even eat his hole—I just push in.  “Yeah,” he groans, “fuck me raw, but don’t cum in me.” 

I fuck him.  But barely.  He enjoys it, but my cock is no longer really hard, knowing that I can’t cum.  I pull out after a brief fuck and go to wash up, assuming I will have to find a hot cocksucker.

I come out of the restroom—and there is Shaved Head.  “I had to go let out the dog,” he says.  “Did you want to breed me?”

I tell him about that guy on the medical table, telling me not to shoot in him—after I was already in.  SH head calls it a bait and switch.  The two men seem to be rivals for cock here.

We go to one of the cabanas.  Again, he strips.  He kneels on the bench.  I go to my knees and taste his hairy ass and the load (loads?) once more.  He groans and does poppers.  I stand up and insert.  My cock glides home on the extra lube of saliva added to the cum and ass jizz.  I fuck him slowly.  Wanting to savor the moment.  I do—for about 30 seconds.  My cock takes over.  I can’t help begin the fuck that will unload my balls.

My hips slap into his hairy globes.  Slow down, I tell myself.  Savor it.  I force myself to pull out and tongue him once more.  He passes his poppers back to me.  I take a one nostril quick sniff and know I need to breed.  Now.  Not in thirty seconds.  Right now.  I stand up and slip back into his juicy hole.

“Give my your cum!” he groans.

I last maybe six or eight more strokes before I blast into him.  A huge load built up over days…

“Don’t move.   Give me every last drop…”

I’m not going anywhere…

You Just Never Know...

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Fingering His Ass

 Near Home—September, 2023

 

A Friday afternoon at the end of the month—and I’m bored. So, it’s off to the bookstore…

 

I am sitting off to the side in the straight theatre.  The shaved head man (who usually works the room with his partner, both sucking as much cock as possible) approaches.  He is on his own today.  He gives me five minutes of great head—a great warm up for a busy afternoon.  Just as I feel he wants to move on, a man who has to be over 70 approached me.  He’s taken his Viagra.  I have never touched a harder cock.

“Suck it.  Please,” he whispers.

I take him in my mouth while the man between my legs stays in place when he sees what’s happening.  Having someone on my dick as I suck is always good.  The super hard cock does not have much staying power.  I am swallowing his load in just a few minutes.  The sucker and the suckee both go out the door together.

Another man approaches.  He is a little younger.  His cock will not get hard.  And I keep finding lint on my tongue.  I make my excuses and leave.

In the gay theatre I see Big Balls #1 from a few visits ago.  He is in the cocksucker’s chair and putting it to good use.  A large man with a small dick is receiving head from Big Balls.  I love watching how enthusiastic Big Balls is about cock as he sits there with his shorts and underwear around his ankles.  When he’s aware of me, he pulls his own cock out from under the long T-shirt.  It’s only semi-hard—I kneel to fix that.  My mouth gets him hard—and this seems to make him even more active with the cock in his own mouth.  The guy in Big Ball’s mouth is enjoying the show as much as the blowjob.

I remember Big Balls likes fingers up his ass.  I spit on my middle finger and begin toying with his pucker.  This causes him to groan and slide forward slightly to give me easier access.  I don’t stop working his wide cock head with my tongue as my finger glides into his ass.  Big Balls groans.  The guy he’s blowing starts to fuck his face.  I work a second finger up him.  He groans again, around the stubby cock pummeling his face.  And now three fingers…Big Balls groans—and makes the guy shoot who’s fucking his face.  The moment the face fucker climaxes, Big Balls shoots in my mouth, too.  Perfect timing.

The two spent men leave.  I go piss and come back to the gay theatre.  I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  There is a new man here who I’ve never seen before.    He is tall, maybe 35, and wearing jeans and a plain white Tee.  His skin tone looks even darker next to the very white fabric.  He nods to me, standing by the side wall.  I nod back.

He takes his dick out the moment I start stroking mine.  He is well hung.

“You have me beat,” he says softly.  I would have said we had the same amount of cock—until it is in my mouth.  Now I know he’s not as big around as me—as I am not worried about my teeth on him.

The door opens.  The guy pulls out of me and covers himself up.  A regular comes in and sits.  The guy in the white Tee moves into the back corner.  I leave my chair and kneel before him.  Now I really have a better angle to suck.   And lick his fragrant balls.  The hair is so kinky here—and profuse.  I leave his nuts very wet as I go back to his cock.

He stops me for a second to unfasten his jeans and pull them down to his knees.  His designer jock follows.  My free left hand instantly cups his butt cheek.  It’s a lovely bubble butt.  Not particularly hairy.  My finger worms its way into his ass crack.  He inhales deeply, the moment I touch his pucker.  And his cock drools a single drop of precum on my tongue.  He groans.  I take it as an affirmative, that he wants my finger up his butt.

And he does.  He pushes back on it, fucking himself as I hold my hand in place.  His cock is even harder now.  In moments, I am taking another load down my throat.

I really want to give him my number so we can fuck properly, but he is out of the room, the moment I stand up and his pants are pulled up.

I go back to the cocksucker’s seat.  The man who came in is a guy I used to fuck bare.  Now he wants a condom if we fuck.  He always strips naked here—and he is sitting there, totally nude but for socks, on the chair. 

He sucks my cock.

Then we reverse.  I stay in my chair and he stands, feeding me his semi hard dick.  Inspired by the work of my fingers earlier, I start playing with his ass as I suck.  He takes the middle.

“More…” he groans.

I add a second.  He shudders as if he is orgasming, but no ejaculate flows out of him.  But he’s done and thanks me before dressing and taking off…

*

I am back on the straight side.  A white guy, with crude jail house tats, is leaning against the wall, eyeing my dick.

“You fuck?”

I eagerly say yes.

He hands me a Magnum before dropping his pants and bending over in front of me, using the back of a bench for support.  I roll the condom on and lube up.  I slide in. 

The door opens.  A one-time regular, who I haven’t seen in years, comes in.  He watches and strokes his ebony cock to the fuck. 

I fuck the tatted guy hard.  He is stroking to my fuck rhythm.  I can sense he will get off quickly—and he does—dropping a big load on the linoleum.

“That was hot,” says the man watching.

He sits next to me and we chat as no one else is in the room.  He tells me he was here again, for the first time since the pandemic, about a week ago.  A Hispanic guy had rimmed him.  “I’d never thought I like a tongue on my ass.  But it was good.  Do you rim?”

I smile and tell him I have rimmed a few men…

He drops his pants.  He bends in the same position as the guy I just fucked.  I rim his butt.  He groans.  “So much better…” he mutters.  I keep going.

And he doesn’t let me stop.  I stand up and slap my hard cock against his ass.  He spins away from me, making it clear that a fuck isn’t happening.  I stretch my legs and do round two on his ass.  Then round three.

My tongue is tired and I know my neck will be feeling it tonight.  I finally tell him I need to stop.  I am surprised that my engorged dick is barely even noticed by him.  He pulls up his pants and leaves.

I stroke.

No one is around. 

The door opens.  I recognize the man who enters.  He’s white, likely 45 to 50 and a body that was once ripped now showing signs of neglect.  He loves my cock…

“Sir, can you throat fuck me?”

I nod.  I stand up as he kneels.  My cock slaps his face.

“I’ve been eating ass and stroking,” I tell him.  “Open your mouth.”

He does and I push into him.  He knows what he’s doing.  I hold still for a long time and let him enjoy feeling my cock in his mouth.

“You don’t usually get my load, do you?”

He grunts.

I begin to face fuck him.  “You always ask for it right after I arrive.”  I pick up the pace.  “Well, not today.”

He groans around my dick. 

“I’ve sucked a lot of cock too.”  I fuck his mouth.  “I swallowed three loads.”

He grunts his approval or shock.  I can’t tell.

“I fucked a guy and ate another guy’s ass.”  I pull out and slap his cheeks again.  My cock is now coated with his deep throat slime and I leave snail trails on his cheeks.  I push back into his mouth.

“You want my cum?”

This grunt is definitely affirmative.  I grab and his ears and fuck without mercy.  I know he can take it.  The harder I fuck, the more he loves it.  I can see that he’s hard and straining through his pants.

And I’m there.  “Take it,” I bark out.  “Take my cum.”  I shoot at least four volleys of seed down his throat before I’m too sensitive for his mouth.  I pull out and smear the last spurt on his face.

He thanks me.  Profusely.

I can’t be sure—but I think I have made him shoot in his pants…