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…