Fornication Party Part One: Getting Warmed Up in Keshawn

 Chicago—October, 2024

 

Sometime in late August or early September, Keshawn sent me a text.  He was excited for Chicago was finally getting a Fornication Party in October.  He told me the date.  It was smack in the middle of a short work gig I had committed to do.  I told him I didn’t see how I could get there.

But there are advantages to being in charge.  Management asked me to set the schedule—and I chose our day off to be the Sunday of Fornication.  They were fine with that and I was excited.  I even got it approved early enough to get my ticket at the ‘early bird’ price.

I left quite early, guessing it would take more than the three hour driving time projected.  While my work site was technically closer to the city than my home, I couldn’t get to a major highway easily.  I was glad I left when I did: there was a marathon being run that weekend at the lakeshore and traffic was even more snarled than usual.  But I got to the north side of Chicago in decent time.  I didn’t know the venue, but Ray Dalton’s newsletter had told us it was very close to where the northside gay businesses were.  I found free parking in my usual spot (when I come for the piss party) and had time for nap, setting my phone alarm.

The building was just a block and half away from where I parked.  They weren’t quite ready for us at 6:00pm, so we gathered outside on what was likely a smoking area with chairs.  One of the men asked if anyone had been to a Fornication Party before.  No one had, but me.  I told them about the three weekends I had attended.  I emphasized that Ray picks the porn guys from a stable of men who really do want to play with everyone; that it was a terrifically inclusive event in the past.  I also said there were only four of them and we needed to play together, too, not just stand around and wait.  This seemed to be just what they wanted to hear—and the anticipation grew.

Keshawn arrived.  And almost instantly the doors were opened.  We flashed our tickets, downloaded to our phones, and entered.   It was nicely dark, except for the area where we could check our clothes—and where the northside leather store had set up a booth.  I stripped quickly to jock, wristband and boots, stowing the rest in my gym bag.  I tucked lube in the waistband of my belt and checked my bag with the very hot man working the clothes check…

 

Almost instantly I hear my name.  It’s Ray.  He envelops me in a hug.  He is thrilled to be in Chicago again.  I tell him the venue looks great—there are slings and hand-made fuck benches or other things to brace against, everywhere.  It is a straight BDSM club usually, but MAFIA, the Chicago fisting group, also meets here occasionally and let him use their slings.  He charges off, hearing his name called.

I look around.  There is a bar serving drinks and water.  There are a few cloth or plastic dividers hanging from the ceiling, usually with a sling and fuck bench behind it.  There is just one rest room and another door marked ‘private’ for the porn guys.

I grab some water.  Ray, Jake, Robbie and Dirk are posing for pictures with some of the volunteers.  Robbie, who I had fucked and loaded during the amateur shoot this June, sees me.  “I know you from Timber Fell,” he says, as he leaves the group to come hug me. 

I tell him I’m glad he’s here. 

“This is my first party as a performer.  I’m glad to see a familiar face…”

We don’t chat any longer—he’s needed for another picture.

I walk towards the back.  In the enclosure next to the back wall is a sling, a homemade fuck bench, and a low bench for sitting.  A young man is sitting there.  He is surrounded by hardening cocks.  He moves from one to the other, using his mouth and his hands to get them all to full attention.  The guys make room for me to join the circle.  I’m the seventh or eighth dick to be serviced.  The young guy moves to my cock.  He groans as he swallows me down and my cock stiffens up.

“Fuck me,” says the guy next to me to a man across from him.  They break the circle and the speaker kneels on the fuck bench.  I watch the sizable dick get lubed up and pushed inside the willing man, all while the young man is still working on me.  He pulls off me, stands up and leads me by the dick to the sling.  He hops in.  His legs go up on the straps.  I go to my knees and taste the first of so many holes this evening.  I find his sphincter is tight, with wonderfully puffy ass lips.  He moans as I eat him out.  “Nobody does that,” he murmurs.  I lube myself as I lick.  I stand up.  I connect with the hole, but I can’t get in him.

“Relax,” I say.

“It’s hard, you’re so damn big…”

I go back to lick his now precum slicked hole.  My tongue goes deep inside him.  On the next try with my cock, I push in, feeling his pucker clamp down hard on my dick.  “Fuck….” He croons.

Three men he was sucking earlier come over to watch the fuck.  They play with his chest and his mounded jock.  One of them jerks himself, watching my dick slide in.

“You want a turn?” 

He nods.

“You want another dick?”

The young man in the sling pants out a ‘yes.’

I slide out and let the new guy in.  He fucks him hard and fast, pulling out of him after 20 strokes or so.

I slide back in—easier now that another cock has been in him.  I fuck him until he asks for a break.

“Bring that meat over here.”

It is the larger, older man who is still on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, pull his butt cheeks apart and rim his hole.  I love that he’s already had a cock in him.  I stand quickly and insert.  He is great.  He milks me from the moment I enter.  He groans—and so do I.

“You can fuck me anytime tonight!”

And I do.  At least three times in the course of the evening.  This first fuck winds down as a large Black cock, watching us, would like a turn up him.  I give way.

Keshawn finds me.  The sling where I started is now empty.  He jumps in.  I eat his ass as he strokes him mammoth cock.  Soon, I hear another man sucking on him as I eat out his warmed-up hole.  I stand.  The guy sucking Keshawn stops for a moment to watch me fuck into his ass.

“Nice,” he says.  “Can I taste it when you pull out?”

I nod, pleased there are so many piggy guys here.  I plow into Keshawn for the first of many times tonight.  I make him moan a lot.  The guy is back to sucking, well, more licking Keshawn’s cock, so he can see me fuck into that ebony butt.

I pull out.  The guy goes down on me, savoring all of Keshawn’s juices.  The guy licks me clean. 

“Now fuck him some more so I can do it again!”

And I do…

(So much more to come!)

 

The first announced line up of men.  David, who I had had such a good rapport with at this last Fornication Weekend, had to drop out.

Three Working Together as One

 

Another full day here at home doing all the things that have backed up in my absence, before I head south again.

But not to worry.  A hot picture to keep you entertained.  

I have been the guy on the left at least twice in my years of group sex.  Likely a few more…

Even in elementary school I scored high on "Plays well with others."

Watching, Waiting and Hoping

 Near Home—October, 2024

My work trip to Indiana was looming.   I knew I would have little playtime for the next two weeks.  It had only been two days since I got off in the play detailed in the last two posts.  My balls, as I packed my suitcase, urged me to stop and go in search of men.  It was the Saturday afternoon, before I left the next day.  What a good way to prepare for my time away, right?

 

There are two men in the room, the Talker and a big man I don’t know.  I sit in my usual chair.  The man I don’t know is over against the wall that leads to the rest room.  The Talker was in my row, several seats away.  I unzip.  The Talker gestures in disgust at the other man.  I can’t see the problem.  He is avidly watching the straight video and either groping or jerking, I can’t quite tell.

And then the guy takes a hit of poppers.  He screws the cap on and actively begins to jerk what must be a very small penis as I can’t see it at all—only his beefy hand.  After about twenty seconds he makes an odd, but loud, guttural sound with each breath, then his head lolls back and he is passed out, with his eyelids twitching.  Only to awake in another twenty seconds and act as though nothing has happened.

The first time I watch, it’s a little frightening.  The second time the exact same routine is a little laughable.  The tenth time he does it, it is annoying as hell…

I try to jerk.

Now he stops the poppers for a bit.  He gropes himself.  He now makes the same guttural sound any time something ‘hot’ happens on the television screen.  And it’s a good scene.  He is very vocal.  And then he unscrews the cap and begins the whole process again.

The Talker comes and sits next to me.  “For the last hour…” he says, indicating the guy.  We watch as the poppers hit and in moments he passes out.

“I wanted to thank you for telling that hot bearded guy to suck me while you fucked him the other day.  That was hot!”

I nod.

“Let me thank you….” And he goes to the floor.

He makes my cock feel good.  Wet and ready.  The Groaner looks over at us, craning around as he hears the sounds of real sex.  I can’t tell from his expression if he is envious or offended.  The large man takes another hit.  He’s out longer this time.  I nudge the Talker.  I’m worried.  Just as the Talker gets to his feet, the guy revives.  He sits there in a daze.  And then, realizing he’s had more than enough, leaves the room on unsteady feet.

The Talker has a few more choice words for the guy before getting back on his knees and giving me round two.  When his knees tire, he goes out to the store, to talk to the cashier he knows best.

I stroke my wet cock for a long time.

I consider going.  But the porn is decent.  I zone out a little and just pleasure myself.

The door opens.  It is the light skinned Black man who loves my dick, but doesn’t really know what to do with it.  (He is the gentleman who took four inches in his ass, and told he couldn’t believe he’d taken my entire length.  He hadn’t, not even quite half of it…)

He comes over.  We chat.  He pulls me up and leads me to a more secluded chair.  He kneels and begins to work on my cock.  His method is to grasp the shaft at the base.  With his bigger hands, he only has a few inches to work with in his mouth.  He bops his head up and down until it meets his fist around me. 

At first it feels quite good.  But it’s over and over.  Never changing anything.  I get bored quite fast.  I watch the movie, hoping to stay hard. 

Did I mention the slobber?  He won’t swallow—so any saliva my cock is producing in his mouth is drooled onto his fist or my shaft.  Soon we have quite the puddle of the floor.  And my pants.

“Try letting go and going a little deeper…”

He tries it.  Chokes.  And grasps my dick again.

The Talker comes back in.  He stands near us and watches.  The man on his knees dislikes this, but it doesn’t change how he works on me.  The Talker unzips, steps to my side and offers me his cock.  I take it into my mouth.  The man on his knees hates this—but says nothing, only pausing for the briefest moment to shoot me daggers with his eyes.

We go on like this.  The Talker gets bored, wilts and goes back to the retail counter to talk.  I hope this might inspire my sucker.  Nope.  Nothing changes.  I suggest he lick my balls, but they are covered with his spittle and he demurs. 

I finally say I need to piss.  I go into the rest room.  It’s not a total lie, I do need to empty my bladder.  I didn’t think to lock the door.  He follows me in—he is sure I have come in to fuck him in privacy. 

I keep pissing and ask him the time.

He tells me.

I tell him I had no idea how late it was (it’s not)—and need to get home to finish packing.

He sighs. 

I finish pissing and rinse my cock off.  He watches as I dry my hands, then my cock under the hot air drier…

*

Not the way I wanted this visit to go, but I guess the last visit was so good, it all balances out.  I wanted a steamy story to tell here, but I guess this is how you know I really do tell the truth…

Three Scenes in the Bookstore, conclusion: "Damn, You're Big" and "I'm Thirsty."

 Near Home—October, 2024

(This picks up right where we left off, each new scene with a different mood.)

Part Two:  Buddy Fuck

 Sandy Hair pulls himself together, taking his clothes into the rest room to get dressed.  The Voyeur gives me a thumbs up and takes off.  I sit down in the chair that we had just used as a fuck bench.  Soon I hear the rest room door open and Sandy Hair exits the theatre.

The Mexican stands up and waves his erect cock in front of the Talker—who ignores him—hoping for some head.  He brings it down to me.  It’s a small little dick, but he’s hard.  I suck on it.  I feel like he might be close.  He pulls out, calms down and offers it to me again.  We repeat the pattern, but this time his cool down period is spent on his knees, sucking my dick.

The main door opens.  I am surprised the Mexican young man doesn’t get up, though he seems quite happy with a big dick in his mouth.  A white man in his 50’s comes in.  He sits to the side, near the Talker, and across from where the young man continues to suck me.  The newcomer opens his fly and takes out an above average dick.  It hardens fast.  The new guy’s head continually swivels between the two porn screens and the live action happening in front of him.

The Talker reaches for the new dick in the room.   The guy pulls his dick away.  The Talker uses his hand on his own wilting dick.

The Mexican grows tired.  He stands and stretches.  He reaches for the new dick, too.

“Don’t—I don’t want to be touched—just watch,” he whispers in a loud enough voice for all three of us to hear.

The four of us stroke to the porn.

The door opens.  A white guy in his mid-30’s enters.  He is short and compact.  His head is shaved, his beard is groomed close to his face.  Both arms have gorgeous sleeves of tats.  A hairy chest is evidenced by the fur showing at his neck line.   I like the mound of ass his tight shorts show off.  He sits near Don’t Touch Me and takes his dick out immediately. 

Now five of us jerk to the porn.

Don’t Touch Me moves near me, likely so the new guy won’t reach for him.  I stay a moment, and then get up, sitting next to the lithe otter.  His eyes light up when he sees my size.  He nods to me with a ‘May I?’ expression.  I nod.

He goes to his knees.  He has the best mouth of the day, instinctive and busy.  I also admire his cute ass, though clothed, that is on display as he works his mouth over me.  The Talker likes this, too.  He comes over to watch, eventually letting me suck him as my dick is sucked.

Finally, the Otter comes up for air.  He looks over his shoulder and says, “Anyone want to fuck me as I suck this cock?”  This make Don’t Touch Me stand up and move toward us.  So does the Mexican.  I pull off the Talker.

“I think you need to suck this thick cock,” I tell him, showing him the dick that has been in my mouth.  “I’ll do the fucking.”

He nods, eagerly.  He stands and steps out of his shorts.  He’s wearing a hunter green jock—he loves his daddies.  His butt is round and firm.  I get up, too, letting the Talker take my seat.  Tatted Otter kneels and starts sucking the Talker.  I kneel and begin rimming this lovely young ass.  He’s surprised by my tongue, but pleased.  He squirms back on it, helping me open him up.  There is such a difference between the two asses I have had on my face today:  Size, age, hairy/smooth and experience level.

My cock is drooling.  I want inside this guy.  I slap my ass on his hairy butt, pulling it through the now wet hair in his ass cleft.  “You want this cock in you raw?”

He groans assent around the dick in his mouth.  I push in.  He’s tighter than Sandy Hair.  He groans as I bottom out.  “Damn, you're big,” he breathes, pulling off the Talker for a moment.  “You can fuck me hard.”

I begin.  Slowly.  And soon faster and faster.  I am pounding him forward, making his swallow every inch of the Talker’s cock.

The door opens.  It’s a man my age who looks familiar, but I can’t quite place him.  He whips his dick out as he watches me fuck.  I know I am hitting Tatted Otter’s prostate.  His erect cock, encased in the hunter green jock, is dripping steadily.

I slow down and speed up once again.  The Talker shoots into Tatted Otter’s mouth.  TO’s butt squeezes down on me.  Hard.  I think he’s shooting himself—hands free.  My cock gives him a blast of semen.

We disengage.  The Talker biffs me on the shoulder by way of thanks.  I hug Tatted Otter as we both stand.  He quickly dresses and, with a grin at me, goes out the door.  The Mexican, who may have shot to the scene, for all I know, also leaves.

 

Part III:  Domination

“That was hot,” says the new guy I can’t place.  I make a move to go wash some lube off my cock.  “Don’t, I want it like that.”  The new guy sinks to his knees as I stand there.  He hungrily begins to lick Tatted Otter’s ass juices off my still hard cock.

Don’t Touch Me beats his cock like crazy.

Suddenly, I twig.  This is the guy from the other bookstore.  The one that likes to be backed against a wall and face fucked, taking both cum and piss.  Instantly, my hand finds the back of his head.  I hold him in place as I speed up the face fuck.  I hear him choke and release him.  He lets the deep throat spittle drool out of his mouth and down onto his own hard cock.

“Get against that pole,” I tell him.  Don’t Touch Me moves with us.  The moment he kneels, I begin to batter his throat.  To vary it, I pull out and smear his spittle all over his face.  He jerks faster. 

“I’m thirsty,” he begs.

I stop stroking myself for a moment and think about piss.  It’s there.  The beginning spurt hits him on the chin before I bury myself in his mouth.  This actually makes Don’t Touch Me stop stroking.  I’m sure he’s never seen piss feeding live…

I drink a lot of water as I sit in this room.  My bladder’s full—and he gets every drop.  And he wants it all.  My cock his now only semi-hard.  The moment the stream runs dry, he works to harden me right back up.  I begin the face fuck again.  His head occasionally hits the pole with a hollow thumb.

“I’m gonna shoot…Does he want it?”

I smile at Don’t Touch Me.  “Cum on my dick.”

Both men are delighted by this.  DTM strokes out as massive load after all his hand work this afternoon.  Three quarters of it actually lands on my cock—with his dick never touching mine.

“Open your mouth.”  Face Fuck is beating his cock like crazy at the idea of sucking the cum off my cock.  I push just the head into his mouth and hold still.  His tongue cleans.  And swallows.  Two more inches go in.  He licks, swallows and pants.  I push the rest of me inside him; my cummy pubes smashing up against his nose.  I begin a slow grinding face fuck…

He moans, his tongue finds the last of the strangers cum…and he explodes all over himself and the floor.  In two more strokes, I give him what is left in my balls…

Three Scenes in the Bookstore: "Use That Big Ass!"

 Near Home—October, 2024

 

I actually waited a couple of days before I had more sex.  My week had started with Keith and the devil’s dick in the playroom on Sunday.  Then the next day was spent sucking off almost all the men present at the bookstore.  But I knew I was coming up on a two-week time frame where sex would be impossible.  After all, didn’t I need to stockpile some stories for these pages?

So, on Thursday, off I went.

There were three very different play events.  All had similar actions, of course, but each had a very different mood…

 

Part One:  Used.

 

I go in and find my usual seat in the all-in-one theatre.  The first person I see is the Voyeur.  We nod.  The Talker is also here, actually with his dick out.  He is being sucked by a young Mexican I have not seen before.  Sitting beside the Voyeur, is the sandy haired man with the big hot ass I’d sucked and fucked fairly recently.  He nods to me.  As I do back.  The Voyeur gives his seat companion that ‘buddy you’re in luck’ punch to his bicep.

I go over.  I kneel and start sucking Sandy Hair’s cock.  It’s a thick cock head, that really fills the throat.  He lifts me off his dick for a moment, so he can ditch his pants and underwear to his ankles.  I go back to sucking and add a finger on my left hand idly plays around his pucker.  We both know that it will be my cock in there before the afternoon is over.

I take Sandy Hair to the root.  My finger finds it’s way inside him at the same moment.  He moans and writhes.  The Voyeur reaches over and begins playing with his nipples, even though the tee is in the way.  I begin finger fucking him in earnest when I realize it makes his pre-cum drool.  I swallow it all.

I come up for air.  “You ready for more than a finger?” I murmur.

He is.

I disengage and stand up.  So does he, stripping off all his clothes but his athletic shoes.  The Voyeur pulls me aside.  “He was just saying to me that he hoped you’d show up today.  And here you are…”

I grin.  It’s nice to be wanted.

The now naked man walks over to my chair and kneels in it.  I kneel behind him and sink my face into the cleft between his full ass cheeks.  He’s hot and moist.  He groans the moment my tongue connects.  I drill into him and spit, spreading it around with my tongue.  I pull back and do it again.

“Get that cock in him,” I hear the Voyeur say above me.  I am also aware his long, thin and very black cock is in Sandy Hair’s mouth.  I burrow into his now wetter ass once more.  I lick him out.  He begins moaning around the cock in his mouth.

I stand up.  The Talker and the Mexican have joined the Voyeur in watching me rim Sandy Hair.  As I slap my hard dick on his full butt, the Voyeur pulls out of Sandy Hair’s mouth and the Talker stuffs his dick in its place.  At the same moment, I glide into him.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he mumbles around the cock lodged in his throat.  I stand still, fully inside him.  I begin a slow fuck.  The Talker matches my tempo, fucking his mouth at the same pace.  Sandy Hair is moaning non-stop now.  I reach below him and find his cock leaking excessively.  I pull out and smear his precum on my cock.  I tell him just what I’m doing.

The Talker pulls out.  “Your turn,” he says to the Mexican, who eagerly sticks his dick in Sandy Hair’s mouth.  Sandy Hair takes the new dick ravenously.  He wants to used—and is loving it.  I pick up the tempo of the fuck.  The three men do a rotation in his mouth; the Voyeur going back in as the Mexican pulls out, afraid he’ll shoot.  My hand comes down on his left ass cheek.  It makes a sharp sound that fills the small room.

I pull out.  I go to my knees and taste the hole I’ve just been fucking.  Fuck, I love how different a used hole feels on my tongue.  He is a wonderful self luber and extremely wet.  I eat his ass again while he takes turns on the three dicks on offer for his mouth.  I get my fill and stand up.

I slide in.

“Pound him good,” from the Talker.

“Use that big ass,” from the Voyeur.

The Mexican just pants as his cock is sucked for the second or third time. 

I begin really pumping.  My balls are slapping his wet ass, in coemption with the same sound coming from the screen in front of us.

“Breed him,” says the Talker as he moves into Sandy Hair’s mouth.

I think I might.  I have rarely shot so fast, but this is hot.

“Oh fuck,” says the Voyeur.  “Let me have him.”

The men change places and Sandy Hair is fed the Voyeur’s load.  I slam into him two or three more times.  My cock spasms and expels what feels like a single dollop of seed.

I pull out and lick his ass once more.

But Sandy Hair has had enough.  He makes a move on the chair and I let him stand.  I hug him from behind as the Voyeur hugs him from the front.  He has seed from both of us and is really, really happy…

*

Next time—Part Two:  Buddy Fuck.

A (Piss) Break

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Sucking Off the Room

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A Surprise for Keith

My Playroom—September, 2024

I was pleased to get a text from Keith.  He is so damn good looking.  (Over six feet tall, with his hair tightly cropped and lots of work at the gym, maintaining his 50+ body.)  He wanted to come to the playroom and be used hard.  We talked dates and settled on the last Sunday of the month.  He couldn’t get there until the evening.  I napped during the afternoon, wanting to be at my best for him, as it was later than I usually play anymore.

He arrived right on time.  It had been a hot day—and Keith was in shorts and a tight tee.  He looked great.  We hugged.  I could feel that his dick was semi-hard as it pressed into my cock, supported by my current grungy jockstrap.  He went off to the bathroom to make sure everything was still good after his car trip.  I went down to the playroom and turned on the porn.

In moments, Keith was there.  He stripped down to socks and a jock, as the cement floor was cool.

“Let me suck that cock,” he said, grinning…

 

I lay down on the bed, my legs splayed.  Keith kneels between my legs.  He is a great sucker—and knows what I like.  He starts on my balls, getting them really wet.  His tongue is constantly moving over the hairy sacks.  Slowly he works up the shaft.  He avoids taking the drooling head into his mouth.  He licks and licks…and suddenly he is sucking, taking me to the root.  He does it over and over.

“Have I ever done my mint trick with you?”

I shake my head.  He gets up and pops two hard candy mints into his mouth.  He settles back between my legs and starts sucking me.  At first, I can’t feel anything.  And then the tingle starts.  It is a nice change. My piss slit is alive—in a very pleasant way.

“I sometimes use more in my mouth, but that can get pretty intense.”

He sucks me until they are totally dissolved.  When I no longer feel them, we move to the sling.  I eat his ass.  I have some tricks of my own.  I take a sip of my hot tea and lick him out.  He groans.  I do it again.

“Hot…” he mumbles.

So, I take a sip of cool water and force my now colder tongue into him.  I hear him jerk his cock above me.  I stop the temperature play and just dig into his delicious ass.  In moments, I stand and fuck him for the first of countless times over the next two hours.  I fuck him hard.  I remember that he likes my hand on his throat.  I clamp down and deprive him of air for a moment.  I relax it and he gasps in pleasure.

I pull out and bring my we cock to his mouth.  He cranes around tastes his ass on my dick.  I go back and push into his butt once more.  I fuck him just as hard—this time three fingers are in his mouth and throat.  He loves this just as much.  He chokes slightly as I withdraw them.

“Let me rim your ass,” he pleads.  He doesn’t have to ask twice.  We switch places.  My legs go up on the chains.  He kneels and inhales.  “I love your scent,” he whispers.  His tongue finds my pucker and he begins to lick.  I close my eyes.  I let him do whatever he wants with his tongue all over my perineum, balls and hole.  He moans as he burrows in.  I do, too.  I take a hit of poppers and just let him work on me. 

“Would it be okay for you to sit on the rimseat?”

I come back to reality.  I get out of the sling and set it up.  He lies on the thick mat, expectantly.  I stand astride his chest.  I sit down slowly, teasing him a little.  He digs in the moment I settle.  It feels so different here.  He can go deeper.  I let him do whatever he wants—as I sit there and watch the porn.  Stroking my drooling dick.

Finally, I stand up.  “I want your ass on the bench.”  He gets up and out from under the seat.  He kneels, presenting that hot ass for my inspection.  I rim him briefly, before I stand up and fuck.  Then I rim.  And fuck.  He cleans my cock after the second fuck.  I use his saliva to slip in a third time.

“Are you up for something different?” I ask.

He is.  I get him in the sling.  I go up to the freezer.  I have been making a Devil’s Dick.  I see that the tag on the bottle says 14 loads.  But I am certain, that the last two I shot in it, didn’t get recorded.  The condom has been hanging in my old vitamin bottle.

I go down and show him, explaining what it is.  “I have 16 frozen loads for your ass.”  I dangle the bulging condom full of cum in front of his face.

“Do they go in frozen?”

I nod.  I cut the condom, below the knot.  I peel the latex off and begin to push the frozen nugget of cum into his hole.  He pants, then concentrates on relaxing his hole—and it pops in.

“I love feeling it melt on my cock,” I tell him.

I push in.  It’s there—and melting fast.  I fuck him slowly, churning all those loads into his butt.

I pull out and bring him my cum covered cock.  He really loves, tasting it.  And the thick plastic bottle has prevented freezer burn.  It tastes like fresh cum.

I go to his ass and kneel.  I dig in.  The melting cum is still slightly cool to my tongue.  I lick him for a long time.  I stand, lean across him and snowball some into his mouth.  He takes it gratefully. 

I fuck him again, reveling in his jizz filled ass.  He cleans my dick once more, before I catch the cum with my tongue that is dribbling from his ass.

“I’m gonna get under the rimseat…”

I do, the moment he is out of the sling.  He sits on it.  My tongue pokes into his cum flavored hole.  I can certainly taste the jizz—but it is not dripping out of him as I expected.  I poke and prod.  He groans.  And suddenly, I am rewarded.  It’s an avalanche of cum slipping out of his ass and into my mouth.  I moan.  Keith can feel it flow out of him.  He begins squeezing down, emptying his ass onto my tongue.  I am awash in semen.  It’s everywhere.  In my mouth, and matted in my beard.  I stop jerking myself—as I don’t want to shoot.

When the flow stops, I clean up his ass.  He suddenly stands—my tongue is so intense on his hole.

“I want to shoot,” I tell him.

“Me, too…”

I get him in the sling.  There is a lovely film of cum still in his hole for my fucking pleasure.  Keith’s cock erects as I fuck.  He grabs it and begins jerking.  “Let me cum first,” he pleads.  And he does, just moments later.  He splatters his seed all over his stomach.  I mop some up, and coat my cock with it.

“Breed me!”

And I do, in just a few more strokes.  I love thinking about all the mingled loads in his ass.  And I’m even more pleased, he doesn’t shower before getting dressed.  He takes my load(s) home…

Waking Up...and Inspiration...

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Osvaldo Wants More

 Grand Rapids—September, 2024

 

I was having more sex the very next day.  I had agreed to meet Osvaldo at the all gender party held at the nearest bathhouse.   The last one, in August, had been fun, but not great (and not that well attended.)  I wondered what another, just a month later, would bring…

 

I get to town at 8pm, the start time of the party.  I ditch my clothes in my locker and head to the play area upstairs.   Osvaldo is here ahead of me.  He is on his knees in front of a naked bear of a man.  I nod to him and go find some porn to watch so he can finish up with the guy.  There is an empty chair near the sling, and some decent porn.  I pull out my cock and get it ready for him.  Other men pass, but no one seems to want to suck me.  The sexual energy of the place feels very low right now.

Soon enough, Osvaldo finds me, all smiles.  He goes to his knees and sucks, wiggling his plump ass at the man who stops to watch the action.  Once I’m hard, I suggest he gets up on the fuck bench that is opposite the sling.  He does. 

I spend a long time eating out his ass.  It is warm and wet, still pristine from the shower.  I stand up, smear some precum on his slightly open pucker with the head of my cock.  I go back to my knees to eat him some more.

“Fuck me, Papi!” he moans.

The guy who has been watching us makes no move to Osvaldo’s mouth, but now sits in the chair I vacated.  He gropes his crotch through his towel.  I finally stand up and slide in.  It’s always an easy entry into Osvaldo.  He moans and tells me how much he’s missed my dick.  I pick up the tempo of my fuck to give him just what he wants.

“That’s it!  Fuck my ass harder!!”

I do.  Another man comes around the corner.  His face registers disgust.  (For what?  That we are actually having sex in a bathhouse?)  I fuck him harder.  I suggest to our audience member that he let Osvaldo suck him as I fuck.  But he does not move.  So, I pull out and let Osvaldo hungrily clean my cock before fucking him a second time.

We pause.

I send Osvaldo to the medical table on the opposite side of the room, while I go back to my locker for my water bottle.  When I join him, a white man of 30-something has him bent over the table and is giving him a jack rabbit fucking.  The guy is hairy, everywhere except his head.  He slams into him one last time and pulls out a dripping cock with a pronounced upward curve.  Osvaldo spins around and cleans him up.  He nods to me, but doesn’t take off.  He watches me kneel and lick out Osvaldo’s ass.  The guy has loaded him.  I felch—and stand up, rampant, to fuck.  The bald guy’s dick has not gone down.  He strokes as I fuck in his cum.  The cum in Osvaldo doesn’t froth with my fucking, but it’s just enough for a great ride.

I pause, lick him out again—and ask the rampant bald guy if he’d like another turn.  He does.  He fucks him hard and fast once again.  And shoots some more cum into Osvaldo.  This time I clean his cock.  I fuck in his load…and this time it covers my dick.  Osvaldo savors the clean-up…

*

We can’t find anyone else to fuck him.  There are a dozen Black men milling about.  From snippets of conversations I hear, they all seem to be waiting to see if any women arrive.  (There are at least two sets of male/female couples here, up in the event area, playing get-to-know-you games.)  Osvaldo wants to film—so we go to his room.  He sucks me on the narrow bed with the phone angled above us.  I fuck him on film.  In every position.  This is my least favorite time, anytime we meet, but it is his major fetish.  We end up with him riding me, his phone bouncing on the bed as much as he is.

We go up to the sling.  Usually, we get some onlookers.  Tonight, men meander by and don’t linger for any length of time.  I eat his hole, fuck it repeatedly and eat him out some more.

Osvaldo and I take a break from each other.  He goes off to look for cock.  I wander.  I find an attractive younger white man in the downstairs lounge.  He is jerking, indifferently, to the porn there.  He allows me to suck his cock for a moment—but then people arrive and he tells me to stop.

A very large white woman comes in, escorted by two young Black men.  A crowd of almost the entire population of the bathhouse follows them in—perhaps eighteen men.  One of the black men fucks her on a mattress that is on the floor—while the other man works a dildo into the ass of the guy who is doing the fucking.  They stop before the guy in the middle shoots.  The crowd disperses…

*

I find Osvaldo.  If he’s had any luck, he doesn’t tell me.  But I am ready to get out of this crowd with such an odd sexual energy.  We go back to the sling.  Once Osvaldo is in, I eat his hole for the gazillionth time that night. 

“Fuck me,” he moans.

I stand up and slide in.  I don’t think anyone has been in his ass since I was there.  My dick is dripping, thinking about loading him.

“Will you piss in me, too?”

I nod.  I have been swilling a lot of water tonight.  I pull out of him, eat his hole once more.  As I stand up, the hot young man, who I had in my mouth earlier, comes in.  He watches, stroking. 

“Do you want a turn?” I ask.

He shakes his head.  But I do like an audience.  I fuck Osvaldo harder.  And harder.  He’s groaning, telling me how good it feels.  How I’m the best top.  How he can’t wait for my cum and piss.

“Say that again.”

“I want your cum inside me, Papi.  Please…”

That does it.  I let go a quick volley of cum inside him.  He has to feel my expanding cock head with each spurt.  I hold still.  He grinds down on my cock.

“Don’t clamp down…” I whisper.

He eases up…and the piss begins to flow.  I can’t stop.  More and more.  I don’t think I have ever given him such a gut full.  I love the expression of awe/disgust on our onlooker’s face.  Still inside Osvaldo, my boot finds my towel and pulls it under the sling in case any piss leaks as I pull out. 

I slip my cock out of him.  Ever the pro, Osvaldo keeps it all inside him.  He races off to the shower, with his phone, to fill the geyser that will erupt out of his ass…

*

I wish I could share more of his pictures, but almost all of them have his face in them—as do the countless videos of him being fucked or squirting out a waterfall of my piss…

Osvaldo had a great time after I left.  Three of those horny Black men, who were waiting for women who never appeared, used his ass instead.  All shot in in him.

If we do this again, I know we’ll meet later in the evening.