"Fuckin' Felch It!"

 Indianapolis—November, 2023

I had one last day to myself before two heavy workdays and the drive home.  The bathhouse seemed the logical place to go as I had had such a good variety of sex (and men) there.  I took off, driving into town, a slightly different way.  I got there a little earlier than somedays, just after noon.

It was a Thursday.  A good number of cars were in the parking lot.  I got my locker and stripped down to jock, boots and wrist band.  I tucked the lube in the waistband of the jock.  Next to me was a good-looking white guy, somewhere over 40.  He had maintained his long-ago gym worked body quite nicely.  He had sandy colored hair, cut short, and very blue eyes that were riveted to my dick as it got tucked into the pouch.  He headed upstairs, once a towel was wound around his waist.  I followed…

 

I check the small porn room.  One large man is there, staring blankly at the screen.  I continue to the big porn viewing area, the one with the padded floor.  The door is propped open.  The large screen is on but it is just glowing black.  It makes the room totally dark.  I carefully find my way to the bench at the back.  I can just make out an empty space and sit between two men.  I think it’s the sandy-haired guy to my right.  I can’t tell anything about the guy to my left.

I hear a blow job happening in the darkest corner.  I take out my cock and get it fully hard.  A man comes in and goes toward Sandy-Hair, though I doubt he can see him.  I hear them connect.  The new guy goes to his knees to suck S-H. 

“You can stroke my cock but not suck it.”

I sigh.  I won’t be headed there.

But I have an anonymous mouth on me right now.  Whoever is to my left, has leaned down to suck me.  It’s a lousy angle, so I turn towards him, trying to help.  He sucks me for another moment, then gets up and sticks his cock into my face instead.  I have no idea who I’m sucking—and I don’t care.

There are now three of us sucking dick and the guy, I guess, giving S-H a hand job.  All in the dark, not seeing much of anything but shadowy outlines.  From the direction of the darkest corner, I hear “Eat me out, man.  I want your dick…”

This turns on the guy who is in my mouth.  He begins fucking my face.  I soon am swallowing a thick, viscous load.  He pulls out of my mouth with no cleaning.  A new dick is shoved my way.  The guy I got off leaves as I suck the new guy. 

Eventually, I hear S-H get up and his stroker goes with him.   I keep sucking.  My eyes are adjusting.  I can see the shape, at least, of the man in my mouth.  He is well built, and my free hand discovers his hairy chest as I work to find a nipple to tweak. 

I hear the couple wanting to fuck leave.  The guy in my mouth begins pumping into me.  I think I’m getting another load, but he pulls out with a “I don’t want to cum yet.”  We walk out together.  It’s fun, in the light, to find him as hot as he felt.

I go down the steps thinking I am on my way to the sauna or steam room, towel on my shoulder

“Hey!”

It’s a blond man, white, gym built and anywhere from 35 to 45. 

“That’s some dick.”  He touches it, sliding his fingers lightly over the wetness.  My jerking while I sucked has left me sticky.  “You fuck?”

“Of course.”

He grins and leads me to his room in the basement.  He’s sprung for an expensive one with a double bed, porn on the television and a large mirror on the wall.  He asks me to sit on the end of the bed.  I do.  He kneels.   I watch him and his reflection in the mirror.  He gives me some very good head.  He loves dick—and you can tell with every flick of his tongue.

“You’re even bigger than I thought,” he says, coming up for air.  “Will you let me sit on it?”  Then as an afterthought, “Sir.”

I nod.  I grease up and lay back, my legs still dangling over the foot of the bed.  Blond Boy reaches for his own lube and smears some on his asshole—an asshole I have not even seen, much less licked.  He adjusts himself over me and sinks down on my cock.  He takes me easily.  He bottoms out and instantly starts bouncing on me. The act of impaling himself has loosened his tongue.  He begins a filthy litany of what my raw cock is doing to his fuck tunnel.  He goes on and on—and ends with “Fuck, you can do anything you like with me…”

His legs soon tire from the bounce.  He pulls off me.  With no urging, he instantly sucks his ass juices off my cock.  “Good, boy,” I tell him, “Now get on your knees.  No, at the edge of the bed.  I want to feast on your ass…”

He moves.  I kneel on the floor and do just what I have said.  His ass is incredibly wet.  I wonder if he has a load in him.  I finally wonder out loud, but he swears he hasn’t.  I lick and tongue and poke into him as deeply as I can.

I stand up and move to the mirror.  “I want you to see my cock going into that hot ass.”  I have him bend, hands against the wall for support, his body running parallel with the mirror.  He looks into the mirror, over his left arm.  I kneel behind him and he watches me bury my face in him once more.  Then I stand, slapping my engorged dick on his butt.  I push in.  He yelps and his eyes go wide.  Now he can’t take his eyes off the mirror as I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  I stop once to eat his hole once more, but go back to plowing into him.  I fuck.

“Now clean my cock.”

He spins and licks up all our combined juices.

“Will you cum in me, Sir?”

“You want me to?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Yeah—I want to load your butt.  But let’s not do it here.” 

He agrees that the sling is the place for him.  We go up two floors.  I get him in.  I eat his ass.  His moans draw in an older man who plays with Blond Boy’s nipples. 

I stand up and fuck.  The older guy backs away and out the door.  We really want to be alone anyway.  We can’t stop looking into each other’s eyes—seeing in them the hunger for the other man.  It’s electric.  And working on my cock.

I have only spent maybe 90 minutes here today, but I know this is the ass to take my load.  I think I knew it the moment he touched me in the stairwell.  I fuck him hard and fast.  He gasps.  His cock half erects—and then goes down again with the pounding.   It is drooling precum like a faucet.  I smear some onto my fingers and wipe it on my cock.  Blond Boy groans.  I wipe up more and stick my fingers in his mouth.  He sucks them ravenously, pulling them into his mouth until he gags.  His ass spasms with the gag, squeezing down on me in his ass.

 It's my turn to groan.  I pull out and eat his hole until I think I’m going to shoot.  I stand and slip in.  I fire off two or three rounds of sperm—but with very little feeling from me, just one deep guttural groan.  I stop fucking and go to my knees.

“Fuckin’ felch it,” Blond Boy groans out as my tongue invades him.  My cock is raging.  It needs to properly take me over the edge.  The taste of my cum is doing just that.  I swallow some sperm down and am ready to explode this time. 

I stand up and push my cock into his incredibly wet hole.  It pumps into him and I begin the gut wracking intense orgasm, the kind that leaves me breathless…

I empty my balls into him.  Every last drop.

I collapse onto him.  Blond Boy holds me in place.  My eyes have watered now it was so intense.  We stay like that for a long time.  I don’t trust myself to move.

I do, of course.  I slip out and go to my knees.  I stop the avalanche of cum pouring out of him with my tongue.

“Let me taste it, Sir.”

I come up for air and snowball the mouthful of my seed to his open mouth…