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.
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