Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms

 Grand Rapids—March, 2024

 

In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex.  I took the fuck bench and the rimseat.  The Host was expecting a large group.  He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold.  Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up.  Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room…

 

It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me.  A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans.  His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place.  He’s good.  In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs.  He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole.  I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing.  As is he…

I go up the stairs.  To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat.  (The bench is downstairs in the living room.)  I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it.  He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head.  I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state.  I go over to him and he goes to his knees.  As he sucks me, I look around.  There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy.   Another man looks familiar.  He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. 

The Black Top arrives from downstairs.  The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy.  The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump.  I get my man off his knees and onto the bed.  “All fours,” I bark out.  He does.  I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy.  I stand up.  The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump.  I slide into my man.  He’s tight.  And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. 

Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy.  He manages to do just that.  He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks.   I begin to fuck.

The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed.  The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him.  I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face.  He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. 

Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host.  I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked.  But he wants Tatted Boy.  And gets him.  He slides into his hole and begins to rut.   The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us.  He is in the Cum Dump.  Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass.

I stand to the side and stroke.  I want Tatted Boy.  I finally get Cum Dump.  I fuck him on all fours on the bed.  Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight.  I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek.  I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy.  I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done…

*

It’s an odd night.  I am fucking…but only between three asses:  Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked.  The party has divided.  Which I don’t like.  I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other.  But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch.  I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs.

During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops.  No vers men at all.  I have never had to wait for a hole here.  But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn.  The men keep going downstairs for food.  I am left with Cum Dump.  And that’s a good thing.

“I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs.

I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole.  My bladder is full enough to piss.  “It will be strong,” I warn him.

“So much the better.”

I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth.  It takes time, but the piss begins to flow.  He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can.  He is terrific at taking it all.  Not a drop is spilled.  When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth.  I groan—but don’t swallow.  I point to the sling.  He hops in.  I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole.  He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing. 

Then I fuck it deep into his guts…

*

I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy.  He agrees.  The three of us go upstairs.  “How do you want him?” Daddy asks.

“On all fours would be great.  I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.”

This excites Daddy.  Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself.  TB’s hole is wet and wonderful.  I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. 

“Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole.

I get under.  Tatted Boy sits.  Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass…

*

I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again.  “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me.  We start in the sling.  Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole.  He slobbers all over my ass.

We move to the rimseat.  I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place.  I sit.  He hands me poppers and tells me to use them.  My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been.

And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me.

We go back to the sling.  I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass.

“Breed me…”

I fuck him.  Hard.

“Give me your load!”

I pick up the pace. 

“Do anything you want to me, to get you off…”

My hand comes down hard on his ass.  The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever moving cock.

“Fill me up…”

My other hand finds his throat.  I squeeze.  Beginning to cut off his air.

He nods and wheezes. 

And I’m there.  I shoot spurt and spurt into him.  I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up…

A Surprise Email--Fornication Weekend

My Computer—April, 2024

Two days ago, when I switched on the computer and checked the blog over my morning cup of tea, I couldn’t help but notice that something was happening.  In a good way.  The numbers for people viewing the blog were high, almost my usual daily total already at 7:00am.  I was pleased but thought no more about it until I opened my email. 

In my inbox was the newsletter for Fornication, the sex party I occasionally attend.  This email was all about the upcoming Fornication Weekend and Fan Fest. 

I read the testimonials from two of last year’s participants, content creator Rusty Taylor and porn star Jordi Massive, telling about the positive experiences they had at Fornication Weekend.  The third picture was me.  This one, to be exact.

The text under it read: ‘Charles Wolfe aka FelchingPisser, posted on his blog about the Fornication Fan Fest Experience last year in a 6 part series.  Below is an excerpt, but you can read the full experience…” and then the links to the six pages.

In the body of the email they chose to reprint my fucking of pornster Eden Daniels.  And the folks of the Fornication mailing list who read that little bit, were clicking on the links and reading.  A lot.  My numbers soared, all day.  I was pleased by that, of course.  But more by the fact that I do think my writing let’s guys know just how hot the Fornication Party will be—and just how relaxed and informative the rest of the weekend feels.  They have a found a perfect home at Timberfell Campground—it’s a great partnership.

If you have ever considered going to a Fornication event, the weekend is a great way to begin.  You meet the men, have discussion groups, play a little, see demo’s, watch porn filming (or be in it, as I was) all before the massive party.

So, yes, I am going back this year.  Once again, I will pack my sling and in be in my own corner of Pig Heaven at the Fornication Party…

 

It you want to read about last year (again) or for the first time, here are the links.

Fornication Weekend—The Set-Up

FW—FP Show It Off

FW:  Ray’s Demo—and the Main Event (part One)

FW:  The Party Continues (conclusion)

FW:  Picture Bonus

FW:  The Last Hurrah

 

And for more info on how to book, the link to the Fornication Weekend website page.

“Daddy, You Need that Sucked…”

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One in His Mouth and Me in His Ass

 Near Home—April, 2024

 

The next day after my trip to Lansing with Muscle Ass, I was still wanting more sex.  Was there something in the water?  I haven’t had sex three days in a row for sometime now.  But I didn’t question it—I just went to the bookstore…

 

I am in the cocksucker’s seat.  Men are milling.  A tall, thin man around my age comes in.  I’d seen him out in the parking lot.  He still sports his hair at its 1977 length.  He stands beside me and pulls out a tiny, flaccid dick.  He flogs it, desperate to get hard.

“May I suck you?” he mumbles.

I nod.  Almost immediately I regret it.  His style is to hold the head of my cock in his ovaled mouth and jerk my dick.  His hand is jerking me hard and is way too tight around the shaft.  I ask him politely to loosen his grip.  He grunts and eases up for about 30 seconds, then it’s right back to strangling my dick with his left hand.

I ask him to stop.  He goes towards the front of the room and finds another man to manhandle.

A much larger man, also my age, comes in.  He goes right to the floor.  He takes the tip of my cock into his mouth and licks.  It feels good after the mauling from the first man.  I wait for him to continue.  And wait.  My cockhead is held in place with his lips and his tongue never stops licking, but that’s the extent of his cock sucking. 

I finally excuse myself and go next door to the gay theatre.  I watch and stroke along with two other men who are only interested in each other.  Finally, I go back to my first seat.  As I come in, I see that the tall, thin guy with the long hair is now hard and getting blown by the man he was manhandling when I left. I smile when I see that his hardon is from his own hand working itself up his now naked ass.

I stroke.  I resign myself to a wasted trip.

But all it takes is the door opening one more time.

It’s Teddy.  The man from a few days ago who started our first meeting by crawling to me from the man he’d just got off and sucking my cock.  I ended up fucking him, using spectator’s cum for lube.  (If you haven’t read that entry, here’s the link.)

Teddy comes right up to me.  He goes to his knees and swallows me down.  He is everything I missed in the other two men on my dick today—smooth, wet and inventive with his tongue.  He pulls off me only to lick my balls, remembering how much I liked it before.  He licks them individually.  Then lifts them gently to lick under them.  A careful sucking of them, individually, into his mouth.  And then back to lifting them and licking around my cockring once more.

The scent of my ball sweat is intoxicating to him.  He stops occasionally to just inhale.

“Can I pull your pants down?” he murmurs.  He doesn’t really wait for my answer.  He just tugs, while I raise my hips and they are down around my ankles in moments.  He leaves the semi-dirty jock in place.  He pulls it aside and licks from my cock ring all the way down my hairy perineum.  His tongue brushes the very top of my pucker, but doesn’t go there.  He licks back up to my balls, skipping them and slowly up my shaft.  He cleans all my precum off the head. 

Then he does it all again, but in reverse.  Ending millimeters from my ass hole.  I toy with pushing his head down…but at that moment, he rocks back on his heels and says: “Fuck me.”

“Yes.”

He stands up and steps out of his shoes and pants, tossing them on another chair.  I bend him over the back of the seats in front of us.  I squat down and eat his ass for a moment.  He squirms—and his breathing becomes ragged.  I dig into his slightly open hole, though I find no evidence anyone else has been here today. 

“Fuck me…” he pleads.

I stand up and insert.  I glide home easily, bottoming out.  The long-haired guy from before watches, his hand still up his ass.  I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  With little mercy.  Just the way he showed me he liked it.

The door opens.  A man in his 40’s who looks like he should be doing my taxes, steps in.  He instantly unzips as he sees the fuck in progress.  The guy is sporting a nice cock.  Hard and red.

“You want his mouth?” I grunt out.

“Sure.”

He moves around and sticks his cock in Teddy’s mouth.  This is heaven for this pig.  Teddy slobbers on the new cock, but never forgets to work his ass around my cock.

“Can I shoot in his mouth?”

“Or you can fuck him…”

“Naw, but I’d cum on his ass, if you want.”

I grin and nod.  I think he knows what I want to do with his load.

I slap Teddy’s ass.  It spasms and he squeezes down on me.  “Good, boy...” I grunt.

“Come on, cocksucker,” the accountant commands.  “You have a great mouth—use it to get my load.”

Teddy is in pig heaven.  He works both his holes, slurping on the cock in his mouth noisily. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.  Right here…”

And he does.  His knees buckle and he grabs Teddy’s shoulders.  You can see his hips shudder as he spews out his cum.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.

The guy pulls out of his mouth.  He smears the last drop of cum on Teddy’s cheek with his drooling dickhead before he pulls himself together.  I pull out of Teddy’s ass and lean over, my hand under his mouth.  He spits the guy’s jizz into it.

“I’m coating my cock with your load, man…”

The guy stops zipping up to watch my slimy cock enter Teddy’s ass.

“Ah, fuck…” he moans.

The two of us fucking love the glide of all that jizz.  I fuck happily, telling the guy how deep I’m plowing his load.

I finally pull out and look at his hole.  It is ringed with cum.  I kneel and lick it all up.  I swallow some, but most I spit back into him.  I felch a little more before I feel my balls telling me they need to unload.

I stand back up and fuck until my dick shoots some of my load into him.  No fireworks, just spitting cum into him.  I eat him again, jerking my cock harder.  This time, when I fuck, I have the full orgasm.  My load erupts, sending every nerve ending into overdrive.

I collapse on his back and just hang on…

Off to the Dentist

 

At the time I usually publish my posts, I will be sitting in a dental chair getting my teeth cleaned.   It’s a slight trip to get there—as I still see my dentist in the town I where I grew up.  For years, I did it for I didn’t have a permanent address as my work took me all over the country.  And it was also a good excuse to see my parents afterwards.  It makes no real sense now…except I like my dentist. 

The man who poked and prodded in my mouth for my adolescence and as a young adult was a talkative bear of a man, who kept up a running patter.  Non-stop. Talking about anything and everything—and rarely anything about the state of my teeth (which are excellent, for those dying to know….)

 One of the last times I saw him he told me his son would be taking over the practice.  At my next appointment, the hygienist finished the cleaning and announced the ‘young doctor’ would come give me the final examination.  It took a moment—but then the most handsome man I could’ve conjured up came in, all smiles.   He put on his latex gloves and his fingers were in my mouth, poking and prodding as he checked for gum recession.

I have rarely had a health professional I would fuck.  In a heartbeat.  He talked, too, but he actually wanted responses to what he asked.  I have seen him mature, get married and announce the birth of his children.  He is a handsome middle-aged man now.

And I still enjoy the image of his fingers in my mouth when I close my eyes…

*

The picture is taken from a protest by French dentists.  They were feeling naked without the proper PPE during Covid, so, being French, they stripped! 

Muscle Ass Gets in a Public Sling

 Lansing—April, 2024

The very next night, Muscle Ass and I met again.  We really wanted to play together in front of others—incorporating men into our play if they wanted to join us.  We talked about where that might happen.  I thought the nearest bathhouse would be incredibly dead on a Thursday night.  There would likely be only cocksuckers at the bookstore nearest us.  I suggested we go up to the bookstore that might as well be a bathhouse with the various playspaces they have.  And we might have horny college guys on a Thursday.

So, off we went…

 

The parking lot has a few cars.  We are hopeful.  We leave our coats in the car, go in and pay the admission.  This place is huge.  Muscle Ass follows me to the locker area.  We strip down.  I am wearing my boots, ripped jeans, and the shirt I usually wear to the bookstore—which has convenient button-down pockets filled with lube and poppers.  He has boots, a tight, thin shirt showing off his muscled chest and some shorts he can quickly step out of to get down to his jock.  I have brought a lock.  The key goes into the left button-down pocket.

I give him the tour.  The gay area is chilly on this very cool April night.  That rules out the sling there.  (Though he likes the looks of the stocks next to it.)  I lead him back the way we came in and point out the sling in the corner, hidden by a half wall, as our likely fuck place.  There are two men in the room outside the sling area, stroking to three screens of porn.   We go down the ramp into the final area where there are glory holes, a slurp ramp and a farther room where there is a padded platform.

Men are sparse. 

We decide to go to the sling behind the half wall.  He strips down.  I unbutton my fly and get my cock out.  I want to be warmer more than I want to be naked.  Muscle Ass has stripped down to his jock and socks.  He kneels on the floor and takes me into his mouth.  I get hard fast—a combo of his excellent oral skills and the idea someone will soon be watching.

And almost instantly there is a man here, leaning over the wall.  Nothing much to look at, but I invite him in.  He watches Muscle ass blow me.  He’s excited.  He takes out his cock and strokes.  He reaches out and gently squeezes my balls under MA’s chin.

“Turn around,” I tell Muscle Ass.

He leans against the half wall, jutting out that muscled ass towards me.  I go to my knees and begin rimming him.  The extra man goes to the floor.  First he plays with MA’s pouch, but then sucks me, at a very odd angle, as I rim.  The hole fully opens to my tongue.  He loves showing off, I think, as much as I do.

“Get in the sling.”  He does and gets right out so we can adjust it to my height.

“You gonna fuck him?” asks our spectator.

I nod, and go to my knees, to rim just a little bit more (and grease up my cock.)  I suddenly stand up, surprising our spectator, and slap my cock on MA’s jock pouch.  He groans—and I push through his still puffy ass lips and begin to fuck.

“Damn…” says the spectator.  He goes to his knees to watch, in close-up, my cock plunge in and out.

I pull out and offer him my cock.  This makes him take off.  MA is more than willing to crane around and lick his ass juices off me.  I let him get me good and wet before I re-enter him and fuck…

*

We walk around a little.  A few more men have arrived.  We see two college guys who look like they go to the gym together—both sporting hugely muscled arms from their sleeveless shirts.  They go into a dark corner to suck cock.  We go to the padded table that is right next to them (though there is a wall separating us.)  I tell him to get on all fours so I can eat out his well-fucked ass.  He does.  And I slobber noisily into his loosened pucker.

I rear up and fuck him.  Making noise, hoping the guys will be curious enough to at least take a look at us.  No such luck. I concentrate on fucking, though I hear one of the hot arm guys get off.

Other men do wander by and watch us.  But no one wants a turn up his ass or even in his mouth.  I eventually pull out, kneel and revel in the ass juices seeping onto my tongue…

*

We sit in the big room, near the sling with the half wall.  We agree to split and see if we can ‘get into trouble’ on our own.  He disappears back towards the glory holes.  I stay where I am.  There is good bi-sexual porn right in front of me.  I take out my cock and stroke.

A larger man, a decade of two younger than I, stops in his tracks as he’s about to pass me.  He comes over.  He is pleasant.  I like his smile and his shaved head is hot.  We chat.  He asks politely if he can suck my cock.  I nod and he goes down on me, just as Muscle Ass walks by.  He smirks and keeps going…

*

“Did you want to eat my ass?” I ask Muscle Ass when we next find each other.  He does.  We go back to the sling behind the low wall.  I strip out of my jeans, slipping the boots back on.  I am surprised—I am not instantly hard—even with his terrific tongue working my hole like crazy.  I realize I am not used to showing this side of myself in public—and the moment I think it, my cock says ‘what the fuck’ and hardens up.

I see various men pass on the other side of the wall.  The shaved headed guy who sucked me watches for a time.  I keep hoping my dick will draw them in.  Nope.  Just voyeurs.

When his knees get tired, we switch places.  We both think we should cut our losses and go.  But we both want me to load that muscle ass first.  I get to work with my tongue.  My already hard, dripping cock, stiffens completely.

Muscle Ass is moaning.  I think he is kneading his cock through his jock.  I spit one more time into his hole.  I stand and enter.  Fuck, he’s squeezing me in welcome.  I fuck him hard, pull out and rim him again.

I hear him popper up.  I do the same.  My head is swimming as my tongue works on automatic.  My cock tells me I need to get inside him.  Now.  I stand up.  I sink into his wet, very used hole.  In seconds I am unloading my cum. 

Lots of it, he tells me as we get dressed…as it’s still dripping out of him…

*

While we didn’t get what we wanted, we both enjoyed our time there.  I wished that his trips to Michigan could include a weekend, but that is not likely to happen.  He really wants to see me fuck someone else—so I am sure we will do something like this again.  We both agreed we need to find a way to get the two of us to Chicago for some real fireworks.

Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss

 My Playroom—April, 2024

 

Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days.  Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. 

We met on a Wednesday.  We chatted a bit.  He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers.  Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers.  Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom…

 

Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor.  As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling.  Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken.  The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me.  He feels very wet and hot.  His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum.  I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face.

I let him come up for air.  He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.”

I look at him.  “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” 

He looks intrigued.

“Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.”

“That one.  Get in the sling.”

I hop in.  I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups.  Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole.  No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum.  No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker.  He groans.  I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed.  His tongue is so deep, so fast.  I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels.   MA spits on my hole.  His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me.  He does it again and again.

I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss.  It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue.  He groans again, and licks me clean.  He stands up, determined to hose me down.  But he’s hard.  Too hard.  He curses at himself.  I tell him to shut up and eat my ass…

*

Muscle Ass is now in the sling.  I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass.  I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts.  I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck.  His ass is wet and hot.  I begin to plow him. 

“Fuck, yes!” he moans.

I fuck harder yet.  Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock.  He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up.

I fuck him again.  And again.  Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself.

We switch to the bench.  He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side.  He watches me rim.  He sees me stand up.  Insert.  And plow.  He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle.  I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit.

I pull out and bring my wet cock to him.  He cleans me.  “And my balls,” I remind him.  They are awash with ass jizz.  He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth.  I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested.  I fuck once more.  More cleaning.

“I need to stretch.” 

Muscle Ass gets up and does just that.  I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass.  “Still got to piss?”

“Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.”

I do.  I take a hit of my poppers.  And in moments I am being pissed on.  No, not just pissed on, but hosed down.   With a fucking fireman’s hose.  It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss.  My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock…

And now he is on his knees, licking it all up.  He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too.  When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth.  It starts as I nice fluid swap.  But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues.

He reluctantly breaks it.  The lured of licking my ass is too strong.  He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue.

We kiss once more.

And I tell him I need to fuck him.  It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls.  We change places.  I kneel on the very wet throw.  I open his hole once again with my tongue.  Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before.  I savor them.  They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool.

I fuck him.  Long, hard strokes.  Making the chains sway.

Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me.  Again and again.

One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up.  I stand, his taste still on my tongue.  I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode.  Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him.

My tongue soon finds it all…

Using Braydon, the Cumslut

 Near Home—March, 2024

I got a text from Braydon, the cubby younger man who loves taking loads and has developed a new passion for rimming me.  He wanted to meet.  I had a fairly open schedule.  He wanted some time for licking my ass, so he wondered if we should play at my place.  I thought that a good idea.  But we also both enjoy involving others in our fucking, so then he wondered if we should go to the bookstore.  I thought that was fine, too.

In the end we did both.  We went to the bookstore that day—and made a date for the playroom in April.  Our bookstore adventure was on the last Friday of the month.  We met there just as a lunch crowd was beginning to thin…

 

I go into the straight theatre.  I sit in the back row, in the cocksucker’s seat, though I guess I won’t be doing much of that today.  There are a few men sitting in front of me.  I pull out my dick.  Just as it is getting fully hard, Braydon comes in the door.  He goes right to the floor and starts giving me head.  It feels great.  I sit back and let him work on me.

The door keeps opening.  Two different men, both who have sucked me in the past, step into the room and leave when they see my dick is already in use.  The door opens a third time.  It is a man I don’t know.  He is close to my age, much shorter, and rather handsome in an offbeat way.  He wears an ear piece and microphone.  He is happy to watch, leaning against the wall next to me.  His trousers tent.  Soon his dick comes out.  Short but fat.  He strokes.

“Show him what you can do,” I tell Braydon.  He obediently crawls from between my legs to in front of the stroker.  The man allows Braydon to take his cock into his mouth.  He sighs as Braydon begins working his tongue all around that big cock head.  I go to the floor.  Braydon is on all fours.  His pants come down easily, revealing a jock and his hairy ass.  It is too low for me to rim his ass—so I just stick my cock into him.  The guy getting sucked loves the added visual, and, I imagine, my thrusting pushing Braydon deeper onto his dick.

The sounds of our rutting fills the small room.  A guy from the front row comes back to watch and stroke.  He is thick set and younger than Braydon.  I watch him stroke his dick, a cock that is just a little shorter than mine.

Braydon senses it, too.  Soon, he is going back and forth between the two men with his mouth as I fuck his ass. I fuck him until my knees are screaming for me to get up.  I pull out.  Braydon stands, still bent over, the younger guy back in his mouth.  I fuck him again.

“That looks so hot,” murmurs the younger man.

“You should try his hole.” 

I don’t need to say anything else.  He’s ready.  I pull out and Braydon moves around to lean on the seatbacks of the chairs in front of us.   His ass ready.  The young man approaches.  His cock slaps Braydon’s butt cheek, then disappears into his hole.  “Fuck…” groans the guy.

He begins to fuck.  It’s over almost instantly.  He groans and stops thrusting.  You can see each spurt of cum going into Braydon register on the young man’s face.  He slowly pulls out.  I am on my knees.  I lick the last drop off his cock head and thrust my face into Braydon’s ass crack.  As I felch the copious amount of cum, I hear the guy with the earpiece get off behind us.

I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuck your load deeper,” I tell the young man, who is still standing there, as if in a trance.  I plow into the now slick hole.  It feels terrific.  I also notice that another man, who was sitting way down in front of us, has moved to a side seat so he can watch us.   I offer him Braydon’s mouth, but he just wants to watch.   I get a good look at him.  He is mid 40’s and a gym rat.  His arms are huge and veiny, his chest sculpted.  The t-shirt is so tight you see all the definition.  His cock is average, but very hard with the show in progress.

I fuck in the cum and he strokes.  The door opens.  The shaved head guy who usually sucks me comes in and gives the muscle guy head.  I guess he doesn’t just want to watch after all.  He eventually stops the guy, who gets up, rather put out.  I go over.  I lean down and stroke his wet cock.  It erupts in my hand.  He watches me smear his load onto my cock.

“You know where this is going…” I tell him as I walk back to Braydon.  I fuck a second big load of cum into Braydon’s greedy mancunt, as the guy who gave it, moans, kneading his wilted cock…

*

 After a long felch, we take a break.  We go next door into the gay cinema.  It is empty.  Braydon sucks me and rims my hole.  I am in an awkward position, sitting on a chair with my ass tilted to give him access, with one leg up on a chair.  He licks my balls, my hole, my entire ass crack.

The door keeps opening.  Men wander in, see what’s happening, and leave.  All cocksuckers—but none comfortable enough to come suck me as Braydon rims me.

I finally call a halt.  I fuck Braydon, with him kneeling on a chair seat.  His ass is still creamy from the two loads earlier.  A man who I’ve fucked (and has joined Baydon and I in the past) comes in.  He is thickly built with a shaved head.  He sits and strokes to our fucking.

We break.  Braydon goes to suck the other guy.  I sit and watch but just for a moment.  A young man comes in.  He knows me.  He comes over and says hello, with a slight foreign accent I can’t place.  He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t know what we did together.  He is likely mid 30’s, tallish and gangly. 

He sucks my cock. 

I suck his uncut one. 

All while Braydon sucks the thick set guy.

I stand.  I put our cocks together in my two hands and stroke them—so the undersides rub together, still coated with our spit.

Braydon gets up off the floor and onto the chair seat, his ass looking inviting.

“Do you fuck?” I ask the guy in my hand.

“Do you want me to fuck him?” he asks.

I lean in and whisper “Fuck him and breed his ass for me.  I want to eat your load out of him—and fuck in it.”

He grins and pushes me gently out of the way.  He moves behind Braydon and slides into him.  The thickset guy gives Braydon his cock to suck.  I stand, stroking and waiting.

The foreign sounding guy is a good top.  He fucks him with authority.  And longer than I expect.  Braydon is groaning around the dick in his mouth.  I walk around the three of them—so I can enjoy seeing Braydon used at both ends.

And the guy in his ass erupts.  He shoots and shoots, holding onto Braydon’s hip.  He stays in him for a long time.  I kneel by the side.  He knows what I want—and he is just letting his cock calm down a little before he pulls out.  Finally, when he does, he sticks it in my mouth.  I clean him of his cum, mixed with the other two loads. and Braydon’s delicious ass juices.

“Lick out his ass…” moans the guy, as he squirms in my mouth.  I leave his cock and bury my face in Braydon’s crack.  I slurp the mixed loads.  I push some back into him with my tongue.  I could felch him forever.  I make myself stand up and fuck.  I slide in.  His hole feels incredible with the three loads.

I fuck him hard and fast.  I groan and in moments Braydon has four loads deep in his hole…