The Men Sitting Side by Side

 Near Home—November, 2023

The next day, a Thursday, I was supposed to have a fisting session, but it fell through.  I was horned, and as I didn’t really get off with Kieran, I went to the bookstore.  Once again, it proved that you just never know…

 

I sit along the wall in the straight theatre.  A guy who always masturbates, but wants no one to touch him, is sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  He is stroking hard, with his dick inside a rubber so he’ll make no mess.  I have a pair of men across from me.  One I know well.  He is a regular, around my age, tall and thin and fairly good looking.  We are no more than nodding acquaintances as he has an eye for younger men.  The other is tall, (noticing his long legs sticking under the seat in front of him) and around my age, with a sun or smoker’s weathered face.  

They both look straight ahead at the video.  It takes a couple of minutes for me to realize that Weathered Face has his left hand in the other man’s pants.  The guy being stroked has his hands resting on the mound of his pants, almost disguising it.

I watch the video and stroke.  Now the guy who avoids me, reaches his hand out, grabbing the other man by the back of his neck.  He tries to pull him down to suck the cock he’s been stroking.  The guy resists.  He wrests himself free with a shrug and sit hunched over, looking at the floor. 

I get up and go next door.  A former clerk from here is stroking his big cock to the movie.  A handsome man, just younger than myself, watches him.  Then he watches me as I take my dick out.  The three of us continue to watch the video and each other.  No one makes a move.

I need to piss.  I do myself up and do just that.  I go back to the straight side.  The cocksucker’s seat is available now.  I sit.  The two men, side by side, are still there.  Now right in front of me.  Again, I see the hand go to the back of the other man’s neck.  This time he pulls him down into his crotch and I hear the sounds of a wet blowjob. 

I stroke to the video—and the sounds coming live from the pair of them.

Suddenly the man sits up, pushing the arm that held him in place roughly away.  He stomps out of the room, zipping his pants.  The guy who avoids me goes after him.  I inwardly sigh at the drama and concentrate on the action up on the screen.

The door opens.  It’s the handsome man from next door.  He’s white, early 50’s with a touch of gray at the temples on his dark, full head of hair.  He is wearing grey sweatpants that bulge obscenely and a matching sweatshirt. 

He stands next to me.  He squeezes himself through the fabric.

“Jeez, you’re bigger than that guy over there.”

“Only just,” I tell him.

He reaches down and touches me.  His grip is a little too firm.  He let’s go, just as I am about to tell him.  He pulls the sweatpants waistband down under his balls.  He is sporting a thick seven incher himself.

I reach over and guide it into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuck….” he croons.

The door opens.  The man who avoids me is back.  He sits along the side wall, watching me suck this man’s cock.  The new guy is dripping into my mouth like mad.  I give him another two minutes before he blows his load.  He groans again.

I swallow his sweet, slippery cum a little faster than that.  But he is in no hurry to pull out of my mouth.  He seems to love the clean up with my tongue.  Even my pulling him back into my mouth for a moment to get a final drip that would have stained those sweatpants.  He gives my shoulder a grip in thanks—and leaves.

The guy who avoids me turns to the video.  He kneads his bulge.

The door opens.  A regular, a man who I either fuck or blow, comes in.  He whips out his hardening cock and feeds it to me with nothing more by way of a greeting than a shit-eating grin.  I have to work harder with him.  He doesn’t always get fully hard, but that doesn’t keep his cum from flowing.

My audience of one turns to watch me again, still kneading his groin.

The guy I’m sucking takes some poppers and he is suddenly filling my mouth with his seed.  He shakes and groans and I get every drop.  He lets me clean him up.  Then thanks me and takes off.

Silence.

But the guy is still watching me not the video.

“That was an interesting time with the guy sitting next to you,” I venture.

He tells me it was arranged online.  The guy wanted to be forced to have sex in public.  Now it makes more sense to me—as it seemed so out of character for the man sitting here.  Eyeing me.

“He couldn’t really do it,” he continues.  “He was fine when we were alone, but that wasn’t the point…”

Suddenly he stands up.  “It looks like you know how to suck.  Those guys came quick.”  He walks back to me and unzips.  I have always watched this guy pursue younger men.  To the point of stalking.  I have never fantasized about doing anything with him.  He sticks it in my mouth.  He has a nice sized dick, bigger than average, but of a size I can show off my cocksucking skills without fear of teeth.

His hands are all over the cropped hair on my head.  He strokes it.  It feels nice.  Then he finds my ears.  His fingers are now all over them.  And in them.  I find it distracting to be finger fucked in my left ear as I’m sucking him.

But it’s working for him.  He is breathing hard in no time.  Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He packs it away and leaves the room.

I get up and check the other side.  No one.

I watch a little more of the straight movie.

I can’t find the guy I’ve just sucked.  He must be in the arcade, where I never go.

The place is empty.

I don’t get off.

Again. 

But that’s okay—I am headed to a small house party on the weekend…

Kieran's Mouth...and Ass

 My Playroom—November, 2023

 

I came home from the house party entirely sated, truly drained dry.  I had done so much with so many.   It was the middle of the next week before I felt like sex again.  I thought something completely different would be a good change of pace.  Kieran, the married man who can slip away midweek, was eager to suck my dick.  His mouth is so good and that seemed like the change of pace I needed after all the fucking I did in Chicago.

He arrived right at 1:00pm.  Kieran likes to play early and get home before the wife arrives back at the house.  He went right downstairs and stripped off.  He’s a bear—with a great hairy chest.  The wild beard had been trimmed into submission—but it will still feel good on my balls.  I have not bothered to get dressed after my shower this morning.  I am naked but for my clean(ish) jock, boots and wristband the moment I take off my robe…

 

“Let me get that big cock wet.”

He sits on the bed.  I move in, my cock swelling under the jock pouch.  He breaths deep—and almost immediately gets to the main course by pulling back the fabric.  My cock all but slaps him in the face.  He grabs it and takes it deep into his mouth.  I love how he sucks cock.  Great suction.  A roving tongue.  At total ease with deep throating my full length—and only choking on it when he wants to do it. 

My balls are being massaged by the beard right now—but soon it is his tongue.  He leaves them wet and dripping, going back to licking my piss slit.

Suddenly, he pulls off me, holding the base of my cock in his hand.  “Fuck me?”

I inwardly sigh.  I was kind of hoping not to go there, after the failure of his last clean out attempt.  Cleaning for his favorite toy and for my dick (and then back to tongue) is a very different thing…

He moves to the bench and gets into position.  I eat his ass.  For a long time.  My cock is more eager to fuck than my brain.  I grease my dick up as I lick the valley between the two full butt cheeks and then drill into the hole.

I stand and work myself in.  I make a conscious effort not to do too deep.  I fuck him.  “So full,” he groans, though only three quarters of my cock is in him.  I pull out.  He’s clean.  I relax and make him do some ATM.  Kieran loves this—it makes him feel ‘dirty’ and ‘used’ as he told me after our first session. ‘Like those sluts in porn…’

I bring my cock back to his ass.  I glide in easily.  And I forget—I give him every inch.  I fuck for a bit—and pull out.  Things seem fine.  I towel down my dick to make sure. 

I go back to the bed.  I really want to get off in his mouth today.  I spread my legs and he crawls between them.  He spends a long time sucking my cock and licking my balls.  Twice I think I am close enough to shoot, but can’t quite get over the hump to do it.

At his eager suggestion, we move to the sling.  I hang a chain from the cross piece above, giving him something else to hold onto.  I kind of like that fact that the sling still feels so foreign to him.  He rolls back and I get his ankles into the stirrups. 

I kneel to rim.  It’s not happening. Something smells off.  Instead, I use the eggheaded toy on him.  He takes it with much panting, his eyes glued to the mirror above.  It comes out clean—so my dick goes into him.  I fuck, not too deeply. 

Then it’s the toy again.  On a whim, I add my dick with it and he takes it easily.

I fuck without it.

I use the butt plug.  He loves when it’s fully inserted and I pound the heel of my hand on the base.

I fuck him again—but I still don’t want my face fully down there.

Now I pull out some graduated balls that are not connected with string, but made into a firm latex toy between the every increasingly sized orbs.  He takes it.  I don’t go deep.

“Fuck me with that thing.”

I do.  In and out.  I stand.  I add my cock to this toy, too.  Something I have never done before.  With anyone.  I like the feel of the smooth balls under my cock. 

I fuck him again.  I sense his hole is wearing out and I don’t want it to go bad.  I try to cum.  But my trigger is always eating that fucked hole.  Suddenly, I grunt and pound into him.  I know my ‘I’m cumming’ moves quite well.  Yeah, I fake the orgasm.  Looking in the mirror, my face contorts beautifully.  I would have believe it, too.

Kim has no interest in getting off himself.  “I’ll do that once I get home—and I’m not so stretched out.

He showers—and takes off…

*

I am not sure how to progress with Kieran.  He had no interest in doing another rinse the first time this happened.  This time, there was no actual mess, but it still changed everything about our session.

Priapus

 

I have decided to take a day off from writing today.  I was concerned that very few people had read the conclusion of the House Party, published on Friday.  But my readers are playing catch-up today, according to the analytics I am seeing.

*

I wanted to be an archeologist as a kid.  My mother saved a kindergarten drawing I had carefully done of me with a shovel.  The teacher, used to writing fireman, policeman or doctor on other student’s pictures, had had to look up ‘archeologist’ for mine.   

I liked dinosaurs, of course, but was drawn to ancient civilizations.  I vividly remember the National Geographic article on the then current excavation at Pompeii.  All those plaster casts of people dying from the blast.  No mention, back then, of the erotic side of Pompeii.

Priapus was a rather minor Greek fertility god.  He was the protector of fruit trees, livestock and male genitalia. The Romans loved to use him in erotic art, what with his supersized and permanent erection.  Two frescos of him from the walls of Pompeii.

Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion)

 Chicago—November, 2023

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.

Zane taps me on the shoulder.

“I just got loaded.  You want it…???”

I grunt an affirmative.  I pull out of the anonymous guy.  My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head.  I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking.  He eats the hole, hungrily.  It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me.  I kneel and slurp at his hole.  I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum.  I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep.  A get a few more drips.

I want more.  I stand up and fuck him.  This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke.  Zane groans.  The other man groans.  I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt.  I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue…

*

I stay in the basement.  I am treated to ass of every age and every color. 

There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling.  He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts.

There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed.  He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked.  I love watching his dick move with my pumping.  I am making it drool.  I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck.

There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier.  This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking.

There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair.  He is on all fours.  He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass.  I am the fifth.  He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum.  I do what he asks.  I slam into his hairy ass cheeks.  He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed.  I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock.

Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock.  I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it.  The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again.

“Do me first.  I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner.  He kneels.  I eat his ass for just a moment. 

I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock.

“Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM.

“Yes, give me your dick.”

I enter him for the first time ever.  The extra cum makes me slide in easily.  The guy takes my dick like a champ.  His tiny partner watches in awe.  Soon he kneels next to him.  His ass up, mirroring his partner.  They kiss.  I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM.  Both of them groan.  I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner.

“Give it to us both…”

I do. 

Back and forth. 

Repeatedly. 

One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum.  I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more.  I pull out.  Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other…

*

I find Zane at the sling.  He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night.

“You know I love top ass,” he grins.

I nod.

“Oh, I shot my load in ____.”  He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. 

I smile.  I know he can still take dick after cumming.

He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement.  It is not quite so crowded now.  Men are getting off and going upstairs for food.  The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. 

I nod.

He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room.  I go over.

“Give me some more of that great dick.”

I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again.  I can taste cum.  He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table.  I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him.  Though some I drool down onto my dick.

I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him.  He grunts.  He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking.  I am fucking him harder now.  My hips seem to have a mind of their own.

I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers.  He hands me the open bottle.  I take a hit without thinking about it.  I hand it back to him.  He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me.  Fuck!  I begin pummeling his ass.  I am sure I am going to blow my load.  I can’t stop thrusting.

In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole.  Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more.  Cum is oozing out of him.  I lick it up and swallow.  I stand up.  I am driven to fuck.  I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load.  Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him.

I shake and hold onto the chains.  He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso.  He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum…

Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two)

 Chicago—November, 2023

(This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)

 

Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.

I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.

“Now eat my hole!”

My senses are feeling overloaded.  Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it.  My tongue can’t get enough of this ruined hole on my face.  This guy, whoever he is, gets fucked a lot.  My tongue can’t stop exploring him.

“You want some cum?”

The hole spasms around my tongue as he pushes.  I am rewarded with cum dripping into my mouth.

“Are you feeding him a load?” I hear Zane ask him as he pauses in his pumping of my cock.

Suddenly the guy gets up off my face.  At the same moment, Zane stands up, too.  The men switch.  Zane sits on the seat.  I see the other guy, an older, white leather guy with biker-type tats settles onto my cock. 

Then I see nothing but Zane’s hairy ass.  “Push some of the cum in your mouth up my ass.” 

Honestly, I have swallowed it all, but I am happy to lick deeply, tasting how my cock has gotten his ass juicing.  The leather guy on my dick is bouncing as if he were Zane’s age.  Suddenly, he pulls off and, just as suddenly, I feel a mouth on my cock.  It has to be the same guy—likely slurping up more of the load that was in his ass and is now coating my cock.

Zane stands up.  “Let’s go upstairs.  The three of us.”

We go up a floor.  The sling is empty, though the bed, at the other end of this small room, has three couples on it, rutting in various positions.   Zane gets in the sling first.  I eat his hole and fuck him, while the rugged leather guy has his sizable dick in Zane’s mouth. 

Then the two of us switch.  Leather Guy fucks Zane and I get my cock cleaned.  I watch the thick dick filling Zane’s hole.  I move down and kneel to get a better view.  Leather Guy pulls out and fucks my mouth a couple of strokes before continuing to plow Zane.  I am just about to get up, when he pulls out and does it again.

This time I stand and go to Zane.  I lean and kiss him, spitballing the juices that are in my mouth, of me, Leather Guy’s dick and his own ass.  Zane gurgles happily and pants.

Leather Guy is up next in the sling.  I fuck him first with Zane feeding him.  We switch.  Then Zane and I kneel together and take turns licking the hole we both just fucked.  We end up kissing each other a lot in between…

“Now it’s your turn.”

I get in the sling.  Zane eats my hole as I suck on Leather Guy’s dick.  Zane passes me his poppers.  I take a hit.  His tongue now feels incredibly deep in my hole.  Leather Guy moves down to replace Zane.  He eats me out roughly.  Really roughly.  He stands.  His dick bounces on my exposed balls.  It’s all too obvious he wants to fuck me. 

But he doesn’t—he moves off to the bed.  Zane pulls out of my mouth and rims me once more, soothing my hole from the previous oral assault…

*

My face is buried once again in the ass of the guy who started the evening in neon green underwear.  We are fucking on the huge bed in the basement.  I have watched him a number of times throughout the night.  He is truly versatile—and has fucked as many men as have fucked him.  Now his ass is mine for the next ten minutes.  I lick and fuck and lick again.

When we break, he points to a well-built Black guy on the other side of the bed.  He is taking a terrific pounding by one of the hosts.  “Have you fucked him yet?” he asks.

“Not tonight, but I did in August.”

“He has the biggest cock here.”

“I remember.”

“He gets pounded all night and fucks some lucky guy just as the party is ending and he finally wants to get off.”

I smile and nod.  I watch the host pull out.  The bottom spins and cleans his cock.

“Go fuck him,” says neon shorts.  “As the guy with the next biggest cock, you two deserve each other.”

I slap him playfully on his butt.  But I go over.  This guy is gym built.  His butt is hard and hairy.  He looks over his shoulder and grins at me.  He remembers me, too.  I kneel and stick my tongue in his ass.  I lick.

Now I fuck him.  Hard and long.

“Let me roll over.”

I pull out and he rolls onto his back.  There is that massive cock.  At least an inch bigger than me—and pierced at the tip.  It’s drooling precum.  I lick it up—and shove my tongue in his hole.  He groans and calls me a “Dirty fucker.”

I fuck him again, looking into his handsome face.

I can sense men watching me.  And waiting their turn.

I pull out.

But we reconnect throughout the night…

*

I see another pair of men I had played with in August.  It is the slim and tiny-boned FTM and his cis-gendered partner.  A tall man is eating out the front hole of the smaller man while he is cradled in the arms of his partner.  I watch and stroke a little.  The partner sees me and grins.  When the tall guy gets up, I move in.

“You’re here!”  They are genuinely excited to see me again.

We move to the sling.  I help the smaller guy in.  His partner stands at his head, holding him as I kneel to eat his front hole.  I find his T-cock.  First with my tongue, then my hand as my tongue explores his wet hole.  Between my hand and my tongue, I give him an orgasm before I stand up to fuck.

I slide in.  He’s super wet.  I love looking at his face as he takes all of me.  Even the partner’s eyes get big as I glide into him.  I feel like I am filling him completely.  The look on his face tells me I am giving him just what he wants.

“Fuck him hard,” the partner croaks out.

I do, making the chains rattle.  Other men stop by to watch.  One of them gives the small guy a dick to suck as I fuck.  But the movement of the sling is too much—and I’m not slowing my thrusting so he can have two at once. 

I fuck.  I go to my knees and lick up all the juices.  I stand up, lean across him and dribble them from my mouth to his eager one.  I think his partner could shoot just watching us do this.

I fuck him once more.  This time I tell his partner to eat his front hole so he can taste me…

*

I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.

Zane taps me on the shoulder.

“I just got loaded.  You want it…???”

 

(Happy Thanksgiving for readers in the USA and part three will be here on Friday.)

Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One)

 Chicago—November, 2023

 

Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago.  (It always pays to fuck the host!)  The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life.  (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.)  I was excited.  I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week.

I arrived in the late afternoon.  I usually help with the last minute set up, but that task had been done earlier in the day by other attendees.  I had brought the rimseat, as it was the one piece of sex equipment the hosts didn’t have in their four floors of beds and slings and massage tables.  Zane and I got that set up and I took a nap, to be ready for the evening…

 

I actually sleep.  I feel weight on the bed—and now on me.  Zane is naked and crawling on top of me.  I am just in my jock.  He has pulled back the cover and his hairy body is grinding against me.  I am fully awake now.   My cock strains against the pouch of the new, clean-ish, jock.  But Zane doesn’t want my cock.  Not now.  He pulls my left arm above my head and begins huffing my pit.  I use antiperspirant when I am working with others, but I have had a full week since the end of that job.  He licks and moans and brings the taste of my slightly ripe pit to my mouth.  We kiss, tongues active and deep in each other.  He breaks it only to bury his face in the other pit.

We kiss again.  He slides down and to the floor, kneeling by the bed.  Instinctively I spread my legs.  I know what he wants.  He moves in and just breathes the scent of my balls, now 12 hours from the morning shower.  They have had 10 hours encased in my tight 501’s.  He groans.  He does a few tentative licks and comes up to kiss me again.

“This is your wake-up call,” he whispers.  “I’m going to go clean up.”

I get ready, adding boots and my wrist cuff.  I’ve brought my chaps in case the house feels cool, but I opt to go without them.  I do add my harness.  I have packed a lunch for dinner—so I have the energy to fuck.   Zane leaves the shower and gets a little more dressed than I, as he has to be on call to welcome the men and serve drinks.  I brush my teeth as the door bell rings with the first attendees.

I walk down and find a bottle of water.  Men, fully dressed, are milling around and talking loudly as they sip a cocktail or their bottle of beer.  I walk around a little, feeling too undressed, too soon.  I go back up the stairs and wait.  There are bound to be men who skip the social side and want to fuck.  I just need to wait a moment.

Two naked pigs arrive to fuck on the king size bed.  One is the man who took the DP so early in the party last time.  He is so wrapped up in the man he is about to stick his long, thin cock into, he doesn’t even notice me.  He pushes the young bottom face down and dives into licking his ass.  The are so into each other, I don’t add in.  Instead, I go down two flights to the basement.

This is what I need.  Eight men, naked but for jocks or a harness or both are fucking on the large bed in the middle of the room.  One of the two slings is busy, too.  Other men are on the huge couch in the corner, some making out and some sucking cock.  The age range here is from 28 to 78.  I feel young looking at one of the daddy tops ramming his large cock into a hot 30-something.

I walk to the bed.  One man, white and 40-ish, is being drilled by a stud around his age.  He motions me over and takes my hardening cock into his mouth.  This makes his top fuck him harder.  He drives the man forward—making him swallow more of my dick.

“You want a turn?” asks the Top.

I nod.  He pulls out and the bottom spins around.  I sink to my knees and rim his wet hole.  The Top is now being treated to a clean up by the bottom.  I stand up and have my first of countless fucks that night.  I plow him hard, making him bounce farther down on the cock in his mouth, just as the Top had done for me.

The couple next to me disengage.  The bottom stays on the bed, watching my cock pummel the man.  He squirms under the bottom and begins licking the underside of my cock as I fuck.  Occasionally, I pull out and give him the opportunity to clean me thoroughly before I continue the fuck.

Soon it’s the licker’s turn to get fucked.  He does so as he sucks a Black bear.  I fuck, my hips slapping his full ass—and soon suggest he turn around for the other man.  He does.  He cleans me and also sucks on the dick of a new arrival.

I work my way around the bed.  Fucking four different asses—all welcoming and wanting more later.  It’s a dog pile of naked men—all races, all ages.  I stop and step away, finding my water bottle and taking a deep draw on it.

I am standing between the bed and the empty sling.  A very handsome white guy, maybe 35 is sucking the dick of a bearded daddy, just younger than myself.  The daddy touches my arm and tugs me towards them.  My wet dick is presented to the man on his knees.

“Suck that big dick,” says the daddy.

The young man is more than happy to—and he’s good.  He holds the dick heads of the two of us together and goes back and forth, mouthing the sides of our cocks.  Now me, now the Daddy.  We turn slightly so he can try to take both of us into his mouth at the same time.

The Daddy moves off after a bit.  I am left with the handsome guy.  He stands up.  He is as tall as I am and just as lean.  His hard seven incher is sticking out of neon green underwear.  I go down to my knees and suck his thinner cock to the base.  He moans.  I give him head for a few minutes.  My hands are on his slim ass, still covered by the underwear.  I work it down so I can knead his bare ass cheeks.  He moans again, liking that his underwear is now around his ankles.  I turn him, my hands on his hips, so I can taste his ass.  Now he groans.  He leans against a beam supporting the floor above and grinds his ass into my tongue and beard.  I can’t get enough of his hot ass on my face.

He straightens, turns and pulls me up into a kiss.  As we finally break it, he murmurs “I was going to top for the first half of the night, but I want his dick.”

My finger finds his saliva-soaked pucker.  I work just the tip into him.

“Be really slow with that thing.”  He turns and braces himself against the post.

“Would you relax more in the sling?”

He would and does.  He gets in expertly, slipping his ankles into the stirrups before I can help.  I kneel again and rim him one more time.  His cheeks are hairless.  There is just a slight dusting of blond hair in his crack.  It only becomes visible when I soak it.  I stand up and work my cock head into him.  He huffs poppers and I sink into him easily.  I stay still and lock eyes with him.  He holds my gaze.  As the poppers hit, he nods and I begin a slow fuck. 

He smiles, his eyes focused on who knows what above us.  “Pound me.” 

I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make the chains rattle.  I slow down and pull out.  “Let me suck it,” he groans.  I give him my cock to clean.  I move back between his legs.  I rim his now dripping hole.  He was either loaded before he came to the party or he’s a great self luber.  I feast on his hole.

Zane arrives, now naked but for a jock.  I let him take a turn rimming the guy, too.  We kneel side by side and feast on this guy’s juices, occasionally kissing each other.  I go back and fuck him.  Zane moves around and feeds the guy in the sling his dick as I do it. 

I pull out once more and rim the Neon Underwear.   Zane crawls under the sling so he can lick my cock.  This time when I stand up to fuck, Zane moves behind me.  I can feel his breath on my ass.  I fuck slowly, so he can lick at my ass crack.  He stops as he feels me pick up the tempo of the fuck.

The guy in the sling has been jerking his cock.  He stops now and asks for a break.  “Or I’ll shoot way too soon,” he grins.  I help him out.

Zane grabs my arm.  “Let’s go use the rimseat.”

We go up two flights.  There is a dogpile of fucking men on the big bed.  We ignore them. 

“Who goes under first?” he asks.

“I will.”  And I do.  I lie down.  Zane shuts the seat and sits his very furry butt on my face.  It’s an amazing contrast after the smooth one.  I eat happily, licking the man I know I will soon be fucking. 

Zane stands up, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.

I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.

“Now eat my hole!”

(Lots more to come!)

"Stand Up and Fuck!"

 Near Home—November, 2023

 

I was home now.  It felt good to be back.  But the combination of little sleep before the long drive—and then more driving after I shot every drop of cum into the Latino—left me really tried.  Add to that, my sinuses were acting up with the constant fluctuations of the weather.  I kept a low profile for a couple of day.

I was ready to go again by the Thursday after my drive on Sunday.  I went to the bookstore, of course.  I’d been gone a month.  I wondered if I would find the regulars or a whole new crop of men.  It proved to be quite a mix…

 

I pay my admission and go into the straight theatre.  Two men are there.  I don’t know either.  A Caucasian man around my age is getting his cock sucked by another white guy with a full head of white hair.  They stop and look guilty for a moment.  I instantly unbutton my pants and pull out my cock.  This seems to reassure them that I am not a cop.  I sit to the side so I can watch the blow job progress.  The sucker is flogging his own cock as he sucks.  His dick is bigger than the man in his mouth.

I wait for some indication they wouldn’t mind me joining them.  Finally, I get a kind of nod from the guy getting his dick sucked.  I go over and kneel.  I replace the cocksucker’s hand with my mouth.  He groans in pleasure.  I know it is a favorite position of mine—one man in and one man on.  His cock goes from a mostly hard dick, to a very hard dick in just a few moments.  Am I getting a load?

At that moment, the suckee pulls out of the sucker’s mouth and bends to feel my cock.  He grunts his appreciation and gives me a tug to stand up.  I do.  He goes down on me.  The white-haired sucker is rather noncommittal about his.  He strokes as he watches me get sucked.

“Try this cock,” says the guy on me.  He points my hardness at the other guy.  The white-haired man considers for a full half a second before he sucks me to the root.  Instantly I learn he is the better sucker.  He is a true deep throat artist.

The other guy tries to find my nipples under my sweatshirt.  Then to caress my fully clothed ass. 

Positions change.  The two of them are standing against the back wall, at the suggestion of the first suckee.  He wants me to go back and forth on their dicks.  Just the way he talks to the other man makes me think they are partners.  I do as he suggests; I start with the man with the white hair—who is still rampant.  I suck for a moment, then switch to the man standing next to him.  I am getting a terrific amount of precum from this guy.

When I go back to the white-haired guy, he has lost his erection.  I suck for a moment, but he pushes my head off him and on to the other.  Instantly, I get a mouthful of cum.  The guy grabs my shoulder with one hand and his partner (I’m sure of it now) with the other.  He let’s me get every drop before they take off together.

I sit in the cocksucker’s seat.  And stroke.  I rinse the cum out of my mouth with my water bottle.  I want a cleansed palette. 

I am alone for a good ten minutes.

The door opens.  It is man I know from here.  We have even given each other our numbers as he always swears he wants to get fucked, but not here (though he never has made it to the sling.)  I have not seen him for a long time.  We have played in three different bookstores over the years.  He is around my age, but looks younger.  He is a tall, well built, light skinned Black man.  He smiles seeing me and sits next to me.  He pulls out his dick—every bit as big as mine—and strokes it hard.  Soon we are idly stroking each other.  Then he goes down on me.  He has great oral skills.  I revel in the way his tongue licks every inch of my dick.  I sigh out loud when he moves to my balls.  Once they are good and wet, he goes back to my cock for a little longer.

He sits back up.  He has done all his sucking by leaning over while seated.  I go to my knees in front of him to return the favor.  I lick his dripping cockhead for a long time before taking all of him into my mouth.

The door opens.  A Black man half our age comes in.  I have never seen him before.  He is tall and thin.  His jet-black hair is braided incredibly tight to his head.  He is instantly aroused by what he sees.  He stands next to us and takes out his just above average-sized cut cock.  My friend reaches out and takes him in his hand.  He idly strokes the new man as I continue to suck.

The new guy pulls away—simply to unbuckle his pants and shove them down around his knees.  My friend leans over now to suck him.  I take a look at the bubble but on this new guy.  It makes me crawl over behind him and stick my tongue into the hairy crack.  He groans—a mouth on both sides of him.

The door opens.  It’s the Black voyeur with the long thin cock who occasionally lets me have his load.  He comes in and instantly starts stroking to the scene. 

The braided guy pulls my friend up to his feet.  “You need to get fucked,” he announces.  He turns him and pulls him tight against his spit covered cock.  He begins a slow hump of my friend’s ass crack, bending slightly to give me a better attack on his own tight pucker.

This goes on for a long moment.  I hear the voyeur stroking.  I can’t get enough of eating this hot man’s ass.  I love the slight motion against my face as he grinds against my friend.  Just as suddenly it stops.  My friend pulls away.  I am guessing the cock had tried to penetrate.  The hot guy turns and I stand up.  My friend is pulling up his pants. He makes a quick retreat.  The hot man, pulls up his, too and follows.

“Go find them,” whispers the voyeur.

I give them a minute and then get my cock back in my pants.  I can still smell the hot guy’s ass in my beard.  I want more.  I check the preview booths, thinking privacy would be paramount.  No one is there.  All the doors are open.  I go into the gay theatre.  I see the voyeur has moved here.  And behind me, in the dark corner, is the hot guy, bare-assed and stroking.  My friend must have truly left.  I move into the darkness.

“You get fucked?” the hot guy asks, his hand snaking around me and squeezing my butt cheek.

“Sorry.  All top for anal…” I murmur.

“Then you’ll have to fuck me.”

I can’t believe my good fortune.  I slide down behind him again and begin eating out his hole.  He bends so I am now going deeper into his guts.  I hear the voyeur move to get closer to us.

“Stand up and fuck,” barks the hot guy.

I know how to follow directions.  I stand up, lubed and ready.  I push in.  It’s slow going, but he takes every inch. He is constantly stroking himself.  He begins to push back on me. 

“Fuck me with that big white dick, fucker.”

I begin a slow in and out.  He stops stroking himself long enough to pull his tee shirt up so it hangs around his neck and sways to my fuck rhythm. 

“Twist my nipple.  I reach my right hand out and find it.  “The other one.”  My left finds the much more pronounced nub of flesh.  I twist it.  He groans and his ass tightens around my cock.

“Do it again,” he tells me.  I do.  I get the same delicious feeling on my dick.  He begins panting.  He’s close.  I see the voyeur get still closer to us.  He jerks his long, thin cock in tempo with my thrusts. 

“Fuck me, fucker!”  He’s louder now.  I build to a really fast thrusting speed.  I am close to exploding myself.  I squeeze his nipple.

And he shoots.  All over the floor.  The voyeur has to step back a pace to avoid flying jizz.  The hot guy pulls off me.  Before I can unload.  He grunts at me, pulls himself together and leaves.

“You want my load?”  The voyeur is two strokes away from cumming.  I think taking his load will get me off, too.  I go to my knees in front of him to swallow his usually big, viscous load.  He gives me every drop, but it doesn’t take me over the edge.

He lets me clean him up, squeezes my shoulder and is gone.

As is every other man in the place.

I need to get off, but there is no one.  I refuse to let the linoleum take my load.  I can wait for the weekend and the multiple asses I know will be on offer on my next trip…