Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One)

 Grand Rapids—May, 2024

 

Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session.  We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me.  As always, I got there first.  (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!)  Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.)  At my locker, I stripped down to my socks and a slightly used jock.  I put my boots back on, added my wrist band and threw the towel over my shoulder…

The place seems busy.  A few men are in rooms, ass up and looking.  It is “Blackout Night” which really means some porn screens are turned off and the general lighting is somewhat dimmer.  The downstairs lounge is almost dark—and has two mattresses on the floor.  I make a mental note and go upstairs.

The main sitting area has more men, stroking and watching the new arrivals.  I nod to them.  The sling is empty, but opposite, in the dark corner behind the fuck bench, a blow job is happening.  I watch for a moment, but I seem to be in the way, so I move off to the big screen porn viewing area.

“Do you want to sit?”

It’s a tall, white man, around my age.  He is as lanky as I.  He is naked, sitting on his towel.  The seating here is true theatre seating.  His hand holds the seat down that is next to him.  I sit, getting my towel under me.  He chats about this and that.  It’s a hot night for May—and being next to the sauna raises the temperature in the room even more.  In moments his large hand is on my mound of cock hidden under the pouch.

“You have a nice bulge.”

“Thanks.”

“I have a big dick, too.”

His hand takes mine and guides it to his hard cock.  He is girthy, perhaps, but not quite 6 inches.  I just nod.

“I’m usually the biggest guy here, but you might have me beat.”  His hand fumbles under the jock pouch, pulling it to the side.  I spring to life.  “Yeah, you are a little bigger—though not by much.” 

I just smile and nod.  And then he begins to jerk me.  His hand is rough.  I pull out my lube.  He gets the idea and spits in his hand instead.  And it is better—but why can’t he just suck my dick?  I put up with it until it begins to chafe again.  I make my excuses and go wander.

In my previous travels around the place, I’d nodded to a young Hispanic man.  I find him now behind the gloryhole wall.  He is jerking himself, seemingly trying to get hard.  I have not tried to put my cock away.  It is semi-hard and sticking obscenely out the side of the pouch.  His eyes light up.  And he takes me in his hand.  And jerks me.  His hands are softer, but it’s not what I want.

“Put it in your mouth…”

He looks at me, quizzically.  But he goes to his knees and begins sucking me.  He’s not great.  Maybe not even good, but the expression on his face makes up for it.  It is a delightful mix of pleasure and incredulity at what he is doing.  I pull out of his mouth and wipe the spit on his cheeks.  His eyes widen.  I push back into his mouth.  I’m in control now.  I fuck his face slowly and very shallowly. 

His own cock is now rampant.  He’s jerking himself like mad.  There is movement in the small corridor that leads to this space.  Someone is approaching.  The guy is petrified.  He leaps up and pushes past me.  An elderly Black man appears and chuckles, correctly guessing what just happened.  But he doesn’t pick up where the guy left off. 

I go out—and meet Osvaldo coming up the stairs.  We hug.  I lead him to the fuck bench.  I face him towards the wall.  Two men are seated in the dark corner exchanging head.  A third is stroking and watching the pair.  I have now given them something new to watch.

I go my knees and begin tonguing ass.  Osvaldo is damp—from the shower and soon from my tongue pushing deep into him.  It is making him pant.  The stroker makes eye contact with me.  I pull out of his ass and say “Let him suck it.”  The guy does, giving Osvaldo a long, thin cock to suckle.  I redouble my efforts, licking and spitting into his hole.

I stand up and insert.  Osvaldo stops sucking, gasping at the invasion into his hole. 

“Fuck, that’s a nice one,” says the guy who is now back in Osvaldo’s mouth. 

I grin and begin the first fuck of the night.  The first of the countless times my cock will be in him during the next few hours.  He is wet—and getting wetter with every stroke.  He is a great self-luber.  Just the idea of two men in him at the same time has made him wetter still.  He bucks back on me—meeting every stroke.

The guy in his mouth pulls out.  He’s afraid to shoot too soon.  One of the guys from the blowjob duo stands up.  He is younger than anyone here but Osvaldo and the other Latin guy.  His dick sways as he advances towards us.

“My turn,” he says as he sticks his large cock into Osvaldo’s face.  Osvaldo takes him—and makes himself gag on purpose.  The three of us love that he coughs up some deep throat spittle.  He wraps it around the guy’s cock and sucks him down again.

“Both holes are available I tell the guy, who is happily standing still and a little dazed, by his good luck.

“Well, fuck yeah!”  We stay in place a moment—but then I pull out.  I step to the side.  The guy comes around and fucks into Osvaldo’s hole.  “Damn, he’s wet…you cum already?”

I shake my head and give Osvaldo my cock with a “Clean me up.”

“This is a great ass,” the guy says between strokes.  “I could cum if I’m not careful.”

“He’s looking for loads,” I tell him.  “We both love to play in other men’s cum.”

The guy picks up speed.  I’m thinking he might load him.  I pull out of his mouth and move closer, slapping my wet cock on Osvaldo’s back.  The guy grins, showing off for me.  He really pounds Osvaldo, who, without a cock in his mouth, begins to moan and pant.

Suddenly, the guy pulls out.  “I won’t cum just yet, but I’d love to load him later.”

“We’ll be here.”  He nods.  I go to my knees.  “Let me clean your dick.”

He loves this.   It dripping with Osvaldo’s ass jizz.  I swallow hungrily.  I come off his cock and lick his clenched, tight balls.  The guy groans and pats my head, before taking off.

I bury my face in Osvaldo’s juicy ass.  Did the guy actually shoot?  He’s so damn wet.  I don’t care.  I just lick up the juices and then fuck in what’s left again.

This time it’s Osvaldo’s turn to clean cock.  He does. Every bit as hungrily…

“Can we go to my room?”

I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there.  I am happy to get it out of the way.  We troop downstairs.  He’s in a single room this time.  I lay on the narrow bed.  Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft…

 

(A lot more to cum next time….)