The Three Fucks of Braydon

 Near Home—November, 2023

 

It can hardly be a surprise that after re-connecting with Braydon, the cumdump cub, that we’d both want to play some more.  We talked about him coming to the playroom, but we both kind of liked the idea of including more men at the bookstore.  It was the last day of November, a Thursday afternoon.  I got there a half hour before our agreed upon arrival time.  Braydon was already there—sniffing out potential playmates…

We find each other in the straight theatre.  I am sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  I’ve just gotten out my cock and am stroking.  There is one other man here, much more interested in the video than me.

Braydon comes in.  He stands next to me.  We chat.  He tells me he’s been here for an hour and it’s slow.  He goes to his knees and pushes mine wider apart.  I sit with my legs spread wide and sprawled.  He inhales deeply, his mouth hovering over my balls.  He moans very softly and surprises me by licking the hairy sack.  He goes deeper, under them, pulling them up by pulling my cock towards my chest.  He licks them until the hair on the wrinkly skin is dripping wet.  Only then does he work his tongue up the shaft of my cock.  He groans again as he licks up the drop of pre-cum off my cockhead.  He swallows me down—and then begins actually sucking my dick.

We have a voyeur.  The man who was watching the movie has moved back to watch.  He is white, a little older than me, but just about as tall and thin.  His dick is now out and he is stroking as he watches Braydon service my cock and then another round on my wet balls.

Braydon stops and looks up for me.  “I’m going next door and undress.  Come fuck me over there.”  I nod and he takes off.

The moment the door slams, the older man offers me his cock.  I nod and take him into my mouth.  He’s been stroking a lot, to the video and to us.  I get a mouthful of cum very fast.  I don’t swallow.  He zips up and I stand, covering my raging dick by holding my old winter coat in front of it. 

I go into the gay theatre.  Braydon is naked but for socks.  He kneels on a chair, the moment he sees that it’s me.  I move behind him, tossing my coat in another chair.  My cock flops down, grazing his ass crack.  Now I kneel, pull his ample butt cheeks apart and begin to smear the semen in my mouth all over his hole.

“Fuck…he groans.  “You’re doing it again.  Who’s cum is it?  That old guy’s?”

I make an affirmative grunt, prodding the creamy mess into Braydon’s pucker.

“Fill me.  Fuck me with that cum…”

I stand up and push my dick into his well-lubed ass.  I fuck him hard.  Deep, long strokes.  I hear the poppers open and he moans as they hit.  I slow down my drilling, making the strokes slow and deliberate.  I really want someone to walk in and give him a cock to suck, but it’s not to be.

Braydon finally asks for a break.  He gets dressed and goes hunting in the arcade.  I prefer the nastier porn in the straight theatre so I go back to the back row.  

Eventually he finds me there.  “This place is dead,” he groans as he sinks between my spread legs once more.  He swallows me down and gives me more head.  Once again when he’s had enough, he tells me to meet him next door.  I give him a few minutes before I head over.

There are two men here watching him shed his clothes.  The Black Voyeur with the long, thin cock strokes to the strip.  A middle-aged white man kneads his crotch as he sees Braydon toss his clothes on the chair.  Once Braydon is truly naked, I move behind him and bend him over.  He grabs the back of the chair.  The moment I start rimming Braydon, the other guy unzips and is stroking his cock, too.  I stand up.  My cock finds his still cummy hole.  I push in.

The guys stroke as I fuck.

“His mouth is available if you don’t want his ass,” I tell them.

Neither move.  I fuck harder.  Showing off the length of my dick with each stroke.

“Come closer,” I urge.  “Watch him take it.”

The Black Voyeur, who I know so well, stands up and moves around to Braydon’s head.  He doesn’t give him his cock, but he is stroking so close, Braydon must be able to smell his sweaty crotch.  The other man now moves over to Braydon’s side.

“If you don’t want to fuck him,” I whisper to the guy at his side, “cum on him. Cover him with your load.”

The words work.  The guy, in just a few more strokes, splatters Braydon’s back and hip.  He watches as I mop it up with my hand, pull out and coat my cock with it.  I fuck it into Braydon.

“You are a hot pig,” the Black Voyeur says as he strokes harder.  The other guy puts his cock away and watches for a long moment before taking off.  In a few more strokes, the Black Voyeur put his cock away, too, and goes next door.

I churn the loads for another moment—and then make Braydon clean my cock.  He does so, savoring the new load covering it.

Once again, we separate.  I stay in the gay theatre as the porn has improved.  Braydon roams the rest of the building.  He is soon back.  “Nobody else is here—at least that wants to play.”

He gets naked again.  He moves a chair in front of me and kneels on it.  “Eat my ass,” he pleads.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I rim and even felch a little of the two loads I have shove up him.  My cock drools.  I don’t waste it, I stand up and smear it on his ass lips, telling him just what I’m doing. 

Braydon groans.  “Stick it in me.”

I do.  And suddenly I’m fucking him again.  Hard.  With a purpose.  My balls are telling me to breed.  But each time I feel I’m close, the feeling recedes. 

I pause.  I go to the floor and eat the churned cum that is seeping out of his ass.  He moans and tells me he wants my load.  I stand up and fuck him again.  And I know I’m there.  My hips have a mind of their own.  I just keep pumping into him.

“Fuuuck!”

I begin to unload. I hold still and just let my balls empty.

“Every drop, Daddy.”  He squeezes down on me, milking my dick for all it’s worth. 

I stay in him a long time.  I don’t trust myself to move.

Finally, I do.  He demands my cock to clean—and I try, but it’s just too sensitive…