Taking Turns at the Sling

 Lansing—March, 2024

After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more.  A lot more.  The next day was Saturday.  I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time.  I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore.  I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon…

 

I am sitting watching porn.  Stroking.  I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock.  I have made a tour of the place before I settled.  There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner.  There are glory holes.  And a slurp ramp.  Porn is playing everywhere.  (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.)  Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass.  It is just around the corner from the dark room. 

I stroke.

A man around my age, enters.  His shirt unbuttoned.  He sinks to his knees in front of me.  He gives me head.  Sort of.  No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth.  I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him.  Nothing.  I excuse myself and go for a walk.

Men are scattered everywhere.  The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is.  I go behind the slurp ramp.  A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes.  I walk past and mount the platform.  I stick my cock through the opening.  I wait.  I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn.

I make another circuit.  A young Latin is watching gay porn.  He is stroking a long, thin dick.  He nods at me.  I go over.  And go to my knees.  I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move.  He groans at my tongue work.  He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder.  I come up for air.

“Let me…” he whispers.

I stand.  The guy is amazing.  I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root.  Repeatedly.  No teeth.  Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time.  And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air.

He takes me to the root again.  There is now a spectator, jerking to our action.  I let the young Latin do his thing.  As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head.  I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him.  I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself.  I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it.  Amazing.

Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  He is panting.  “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers.  I hope I’m around when he wants to…

“That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform.  He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. 

“You want some of this?”

“Yeah, but in my ass.”

He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt.  I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout…

*

I walk around.  Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling.  It’s occupied.  The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down.  His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest.  He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym.  I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole.

“Jeez…” he moans.  “Fuck me…”

I stand up.  His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack.  I go back to rimming.  Soon he is begging for my cock.  I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all.  He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it.  All of it.  Ramming in to him again and again.  “Fuck me harder,” he moans.  “Use me like the whore I am.”

Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch.  One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp.  Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself.  Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking.

“You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy.

“You bet.”

I step to the side.  The new cock slides in.  It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony.  I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking.

“This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants.  “And didn’t think I’d get…”

“Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it.  I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole.  I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom.  The hot guy comes to the side of the sling.  He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle.

“You want his hole?”  I ask.

He shakes his head. 

He watches me fuck a little more.  “Yeah, I do.”

I pull out.  Hot Guy pushes in.  “Damn, he’s wet.” 

I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom.  Hot Guy pulls out very fast.  He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face.  I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick.  I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head.  I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him.  My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him.  The bottom groans.  The Black top jerks faster.  I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs.

“Let me fuck in that hole again.”

I make way.  Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now.  He fucks him harder yet.

I’m there to clean his cock.

And fuck.

This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch.  We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again.

“I need a break,” moans the bottom.  We get him out to stretch.  There is a waist high bondage table behind us.  He bends over it. I fuck him again.

“Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top.

I am close enough to think it’s possible.  I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm.  I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn.  Black Top fucks him briefly.  I can’t tell if he shoots or not.  From the look on his face, I think he has.

The bottom goes to the locker area.  Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other.  And we kiss, sharing those juices.  It’s electric.  We both feel it.

I lose track of time.  I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth.  Finally, I have to come up for air.  “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear.  “Would you let me eat your ass?”

He looks at me in silence.  Fuck, have I ruined it?  Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall.  He gets naked and hops in the sling.  I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are.  I go to my knees.  The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating.

He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want.  I lick up his sweat.  I share it with him by kissing him deeply.  He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. 

I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock.  Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on.

“Come here.”

I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling.  He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us.  It’s hot.  As fuck. 

When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together.  Certainly, no way to top it.  He gets dressed and we kiss again.

We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment.  He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight…