I am on the road today. I am trying out a new playground tonight. I have heard good reports about it. Of course, you will hear all the details in a
week to ten days. I have finished writing
up all my Indiana adventures, but I have made it back a few times to the local
bookstore (with interesting results!)
Today, for your viewing pleasure, I thought we’d
celebrate some hot, hairy ass!
Indianapolis—December, 2024
I was not sure if I would
have another day off, but I thought I would likely be able to get away on my
last Friday during the day. That proved
correct. I had let both Silver Goatee
and my mixed-race cumdump know I would likely be in attendance. On the drive in, I got a text from SG. He was having a horrid cleanout and told me
to have fun without him.
I got there faster than
usual. The parking lot had a good number
of vehicles in it. I got my locker,
stripped and headed to the sauna…
There are three men in
it. Two sit in the far corner. The man being serviced has his eyes closed
and a look of rapture on his shadowy face.
I can’t see anything about the man sucking his cock. I sit near the third guy, a man around my age. He nods at me. I uncover my hardening dick and in moments he
is between my legs, sucking my cock and instinctively licking my balls.
The guy getting serviced
in the dark corner has an explosive orgasm.
The sucker moves to the door—and only then do I realize it’s my
mixed-race bud. He doesn’t see me and
heads right for the shower. The man on
my cock is sweating profusely. His sweat
from the heat of the room, and his active sucking, is making for a light rain
on my crotch. It is not annoying—it is
something of a turn on. Finally, he
calls is quits. He needs air.
I sit for a moment,
listening to the showers. They’ve
stopped by the time I get up and leave.
Towels are hung on the wall hooks—which means the steam room has men in
it. I pull open the heavy door. A round of steam has just finished. I make my way slowly to the back wall, then
around the bend. I can just see a knot
of men having sex. A large man seems to
be bent over and getting fucked. Through
the steam, I can make out that there is a third man under the bent over
bear. He is sucking his dick.
A hand reaches out from
the cloud of steam. It carefully pulls
my cock towards him. It goes into his
mouth. I have no idea who is sucking me
and I don’t care. He’s good. And is making little noises which tell me how
much he likes my dick deep in his throat.
Another hand from another
man finds my ass. Someone has moved in
very close to me. He strokes my butt cheeks. I feel his thick cock, wet and slippery,
resting on the left one. His finger
finds my hole. I bat it away. He does it again—a little more insistently. I slap at it again. Harder.
He gets the message and just caresses my slim globes as the anonymous
mouth pulls off my cock and goes for my balls.
And the steam kicks
in. In moments, I can barely breath. I disengage and get out the door. I dry for a moment in the deserted sauna,
before heading upstairs. I find two
bears stroking each other in the small TV room.
I go to the big one. I am alone
in it, and I stroke to the porn.
The door opens. It is the young Latin man who fucked (with a
condom) the mixed-race guy on the bench on my Black Friday trip here. I had sucked his cock later—and eaten his
ass. He comes right to me. He kneels and sucks my cock. Quite well, for his age. He pulls off an looks up at me.
“I want you to fuck me today.”
“You said I was too big
last time.”
“Let’s see if you can
make it fit…”
He sucks some more. When he stands up, he hands me a condom. I lube my dick and roll it on. It’s a tight one. I lube the latex and then, with him bent over
and hanging onto the bench, I eat his ass.
He groans. This excites me more—and
I can’t stop slurping on his tiny little hole.
“Fuck me now.”
I stand up and add more
lube to my covered dick. He reaches back
to make sure I’m covered. I push into
him. The head disappears and then another
inch. I pause. He pushes back and takes the rest of me.
“Don’t move,” he
instructs.
I stay still. He starts to push and pull on my cock. Fucking himself. I reach around. His cock is hard and dripping. “Fuck…” I groan.
He picks up the speed. But I take over. My hips have stayed still too long. I fuck him.
Hard. My hips are smacking his bubble
butt—making delicious sex music.
I slow—and he pulls off
me.
“Sit on the chair.”
I do. He stands on the arms and lowers his ass onto
my rigid cock. He bounces. Pleasuring himself. And me.
Even with the damn latex.
His legs grow tired
fast. He gets up, strips off the condom
and gives me some more head. He slobbers
all over my cock, then looks up at me as I speak.
“I want to eat your ass
once more.”
I don’t think he quite
understands how different the experience will be, now that he has a slight
gape. But he bends and holds onto the
built-in ledge. He gets it the moment my
tongue slides into him. Deeper than
before. Giving us both real happiness…
*
I look for my mixed-race bud. But I can’t find him. His favorite room is closed and locked.
I give some head in the
small TV room to a bear. And he to
me. I hear noises in the next room—the
room where the fuck bench and St. Andrew’s cross are located. I go investigate.
A Black stud is leaning
against the cross. He is gym built and
under 40. His cock is being serviced by
an older man with a shaved head and a young Latino I have not seen before. Two other men are jerking as the stud’s cock
is passed back and forth between the two mouths.
I stand to the side and
wait to be included. Shaved Head reaches
for me and spends some time on my cock.
The Stud watches his sucker now doing me. He reaches down and hefts my cock as Shaved Head
catches his breath.
“Damn. I’m usually the biggest guy here,” he murmurs.
And he does have a great
dick. But I’m slightly longer, and
certainly thicker. Now the Latino tries
my cock and Shaved Head goes back to the Stud.
I caress the Stud’s hard pecs. The
two suckers switch cocks. Then the
Latino goes down on Shaved Head. The
Stud sees my cock unattended and bends to take it in his mouth. For the first time I see his ass—gorgeously rounded
and, as I touch it, hard as a rock.
The two men on the floor
now move to a 69 position. I desperately
want to lick the Stud’s ass, but I settle for taking a turn on his cock. He moans, liking what I’m doing with it.
“One of you needs to fuck
me,” says Shaved Head as he comes up for air, breathing hard. The Stud is more than ready. He tells Shaved Head to stand up and bend
over. Shaved Head holds onto the bench
for support. The Latino wastes no time
is sucking my cock as I watch the Stud spit on his cock. I offer lube, which he gladly uses. His long black shaft disappears into the
hairy ass of Shaved Head. I begin fucking
the Latino’s mouth, taking my cue from the Stud. The Latino pulls off me and leaves.
I kneel, watching the fuck
at eye-level. The Stud reaches down and
runs his big hand over the stubble on the top of my head. I move around slightly, so I am behind the
pumping ass of the Stud. I lean in
slightly. He connects with me on the
backstroke. He makes a sound of
surprise. For a second, I think I’ve
ruined the moment. But no, for he slows
his fuck stroke so me can grind his ass against my face and tongue. He groans louder as my tongue finds his hairy
hole. He’s been sweating with all the sex. I lap it up
He fucks harder. And slower.
He grinds into my face a
little longer now.
“You’re gonna make me
shoot, fucker…”
I don’t stop.
And he doesn’t want me to…
In moments, he forgets about
my tongue and just drills into Shaved Head.
His body shudders and he shoots his load, making a lot of noise. One of the strokers gets off all over the carpet.
Shaved Head is moaning. “You bred me so deep…”
The Stud slowly pulls out
of his ass. “I think I know just what
you want,” he says to me. I want to suck
his cock clean. But I am just fine with
the Stud pushing my face into the ass he just bred…
Indianapolis—December, 2024
Friday afternoons at the bathhouse had
been great. This one, mid-month, proved
to be just as good…
It is cramped in the sauna. But two men eagerly move apart and offer me
the seat between them. I sit and flop my
towel open. Both men gape at my
hardening cock. They look at each other,
back at my dick and then at each other again.
“You want to go first?”
“You can…”
“Thanks…”
And the guy on my left moves in front of me and begins
to suck. The other man strokes himself with
one hand and rubs my chest with the other.
Other men, watching us, begin to couple up. My sucker is not particularly attractive, but
he has a mouth that is incredible. I am dripping
precum almost instantly.
“Let me,” says the other guy. They change places. He is almost as good. I idly stroke the tiny erection of the first
man, who sits back in place. Stroke isn’t
exactly the right word, as there is very little shaft to wrap my fingers
around. I just smear his juices around
the wet head of his cock with two fingers.
He grabs my hand, licks the fingers clean and releases me to rub it some
more.
Across from us a man gets off in someone’s mouth. Noisily.
My sucker stops, turns and goes to investigate. This let’s the better sucker do round two. He sucks me until he overheats.
I need to cool down, too. I wander.
I find a dark figure in the sucker side of the slurp ramp. We trade off on some cocksucking. I never see him, he purposely stays in the
darkest corner, whether he is giving or receiving. I know he’s decently hung and hairy. But that’s about all.
I go up to the top floor and sit in the bigger TV
room. I find a distinguished looking white
man, sitting in the low chair, jerking to the porn and waiting for a helping
hand. I give him my mouth instead. He moans and tells me he loves my
tongue. I lick and suck for a good five
minutes. Finally, he asks me to stop as
he doesn’t want to lose his load yet.
I sit on the back bench behind him and stroke to the
porn. A cocksucker comes in. He sucks me first. Then the guy in the chair. A very hot younger white man, maybe 40, comes
in. He has a long, but stylish,
beard. His chest hair has to trimmed as
it looks too perfect with little tufts of it right where it should be—and a
vast acreage of dark curly hair between his nipples and down to his belly button. He moves to me and drops his towel. He has a bigger cock the curves upward.
“Suck me, daddy.”
I do. I worry
with upward curves about my teeth and how tight the dick can feel in my throat. But he’s loving it. He finally pulls me to my feet. He focuses on my dick, swollen and dripping,
for the first time. I think we are about
to reverse.
“Well, fuck, Daddy.
That cock needs to be in my ass.”
I shrug and tell him to turn around. He does.
He bends, holding onto the built-in bench where I was sitting. His ass is firm and round. And hairy.
I dive in, tonguing his hole and luxuriating with the feel of the tight
curls of hair on my cheeks. He groans
now, telling me to get his hole wet.
This excites the guy in the chair, too.
He turns and watches us instead of the porn. I spit one last time on his pucker. I stand up and my lubed cock pushes at his
tight starfish. I slide in easily as he
gasps—and takes a hit of poppers. I
wait. They hit. His hole relaxes and I fuck. Hard.
He eggs me on, telling me to rearrange his guts.
“Fuck, you’re big.”
“You can take it.”
“Every inch…”
He grabs his own curved cock. He strokes it two times and erupts with a
massive load all over the floor.
I pull out. My
cock is dirty. He’s all apologies, as I
go to wash and he mops up the floor with his towel…
*
I sit back in the big TV room. Alone.
I was pretty sure I’d be breeding the bearded guy, but now I sit and
stroke, waiting. A naked man comes in wearing
a puppy mask. It’s the mixed-race guy
with the dyed hair—the one who loves to take cock at both ends and who I
finally bred here in this room. I know
it’s him, though I cannot see his face at all.
He kneels in front of me. The mask
is raised enough for him to suck my cock.
Soon, he overheats with it on and rips it off. Now he can really devour my dick. He makes himself gag on me. Over and over. The deep throat spittle is used to coat my
balls. He has remembered how much I love
having them licked. When they are good
and sloppy, I tell him I want to fuck him.
He bends, holding the ledge. My wet
ball sack smacks his ass on every stroke, filling the room.
I pull out. He
spins and cleans my cock. I sit on the
edge of the ledge and let him do it. He pulls
the sack up. He licks the cock ring,
worming his tongue between them—just as I taught him. And then a little lower on the perineum, and
back up again to the ring. And
down. A little farther. His tongue brushes my tight pucker, though it’s
an awkward position. Once more, he hits
it before tonguing up to the balls.
“You want to lick my hole, don’t you?” I murmur.
His eyes lock mine and he nods.
“Say it…”
“I really want to taste your ass, Sir.”
This is new for us.
I roll back, braced against the wall.
He adjusts my butt and tentatively licks across my pucker. He moans.
He does it again. And again, this
time his tongue lingering. It hardens—and
he burrows into me. He is breathing
heavily, the more he rims me. I actually
wonder if he’s cumming while doing it.
“Now kiss me.”
I roll forward and we kiss. I
taste my hole on his tongue. When I pull
out of it, he melts into a lump of sprawling arms and legs. “I need to fuck you.” He comes back to life and presents his
ass. I fuck him hard.
“Let’s go to the bench,” I suggest.
We do. We even
find a man to face fuck him as I plow his hole again.
And suddenly, I shoot.
But it’s that ‘release of semen’ kind of shooting I’m doing in the last
few years—there is no real euphoric feeling with it. And I stay hard. I churn my cum in his hole. I go my knees and eat some out. I save it in my mouth and bring it to his
head. He cranes up to taste my load
(though the other guy takes off—this is too much for him.) We snow ball my cum. He swallows.
I fuck a little more.
This time he cleans the load off my cock.
We go down to his room. I sit on the bed, thinking he wants to ride
me. But instead, he pushes me back so my
ass is available for his tongue. He invades
me. Fucking me with his hard, pointed
tongue. I stroke my dick.
“I want you to shoot again,” he tells me when he stops
to gasp for air.
It feels great.
And is so unexpected, I think I will do it for him.
He goes back to licking the length of my hairy crack. And then starts drilling of my hole once more. Slobbering vast amounts of spittle as he does
it.
“Oh, fuck…FUCK!”
I shoot. All
over my chest. He stands up and begins
using that same tongue to clean up every drop of semen…
As this piece self-posts, I should be halfway home to
Michigan. My work gig in Indiana is over. I will miss several men I met here on my
frequent trips to the bathhouse. But it
will be good to sleep in my own bed and fuck at my own sling.
I will attempt a post on Tuesday, before I travel to
family on the 25th.
Westfield, IN—December, 2024
I had never been to Midwest BearFest. I still feel like I haven’t truly attended as
I was there for just a few hours. But I
was glad I went, even for the limited time I could stay.
After one of our fucks at the bathhouse,
Silver Goatee mentioned he was going—and would I like to join him? I could stay as long as I was able with my
work commitment. I knew I had Thursday
off, the opening day of it. So, I went.
It is, of course, similar to most gay men’s
weekends. They had reserved the entire
hotel. Larger, hairy men (and their admirers)
were everywhere. Games were being played
in the lobby. The buffet was open. There
was a vendor’s mart. I got my day pass
and went up to the fourth floor…
The door is cracked open for me. I knock and go in. The first thing I see is the sling. There are also two double beds—one strewn
with luggage and one ready for action.
There is a large picture window looking out at a man-made lake and a
wing of the hotel. I hug Silver Goatee
and am introduced to one of his roommates (half of a couple.) He is tall and good looking, not remotely a
bear. He is likely early 40’s, still
very boyish looking and is excited about the event. He unpacks his luggage—all over the bed away
from the window—looking for the right outfit to wear.
After hanging up my winter coat, Silver Goatee suggests
I lose my clothes. It’s been a while
since I’ve done that ‘we’re having sex over on this bed while you go on about
your business’ kind of thing. Soon I am
naked. And hard. And a naked Silver Goatee is getting my cock
very wet as I lie there.
“You want a taste?” he asks his roommate.
He does. He
comes over and takes my cock deep in his throat. “Damn,” he says as he comes up for air. He sucks me for a bit while Silver Goatee jerks
himself, watching me disappear in this handsome man’s mouth.
Soon enough the young man goes back to trying to find
the jockstrap he wants for heading downstairs.
Silver Goatee gives me some more head—and suggests the
window seat for the fuck. He gets on all
fours, looking out the huge window. I
kneel and eat his ass. It’s still warm
from the shower. I get him good and
wet. He moans.
“Now that’s hot,” says the roommate. He comes over and watches as I stand and
enter Silver Goatee. He watches him take
every inch of my engorged cock. I begin to fuck. Slowly.
The spectator has his hand in his skimpy gym shorts.
“You should try his cock,” groans Silver Goatee.
In seconds, I have a second naked man kneeling next to
the first. I keep fucking SG and running
the fingers of my left hand up and down the downy ass crack of the younger man.
I pull out and kneel behind the new ass. I tongue his crack, zeroing in on his
pucker. He opens easily.
“Fuck me,” he moans.
I stand up and sink into him. He moans and squeezes his cock mound. Sliver Goatee reaches over and caresses his
back. I build speed and am soon slamming
into him. I reach over and finger SG’s
hole while I fuck.
Soon enough, I switch.
The young man gets up and goes back to his unpacking, telling us to have
fun. I fuck and eat. Eat and fuck.
Finally, I am ready to move to the sling. The sling is at the foot of the other couple’s
bed. It’s only a slight distraction, as
the bed fills with his unpacking.
Silver Goatee jumps in the sling. I eat.
I fuck and eat him out again. I
grease up my hands and soon the left is going inside him. I stretch him with three additional fingers
from my right hand. I go for adding my
cock. It slides in beside my hand. I love the feel of my dick crossing my palm
and fucking through my fingers, deep inside Silver Goatee.
“I’m going now—but I’ll leave the door open.” He props it open wide, using a slipper as a
door stop. He takes a picture from the
hallway—showing my ass pumping Silver Goatee’s ass in the sling and posts it on
a group chat for this event. He takes
off.
Almost instantly, a Black bear comes in, unzips and
strokes to us fucking and handballing.
He is in Silver Goatee’s mouth in another instant. He is hot and I ask if he wants to fuck. He does.
We change places. He gives SG a blistering
jack rabbit fucking, harder and faster than anything I’ve attempted yet. He pulls out and I clean his cock. I can’t tell if he’s shot or not.
I taste SG’s ass—and still can’t tell. I fuck hm some more.
Another man, white and shaggy haired, comes in and
feeds SG his cock. He takes off much
faster. Others come in to just
watch. I am concentrating mostly on
using my hands now. And the bears are
impressed. When we are alone again, I
fuck him. Hard.
Silver Goatee suggests a break. I tell him I need to buy lube, so we head to
the vendor mart (It is a small number of vendors and I strike out.) We have hot tea in the packed lobby before
going back to the room.
The other half of the couple has arrived. He is slightly older than his BF, and is gym
built. Ever the gentleman, Silver Goatee
offers him my cock, as we strip again. The
new man takes me down his throat with practiced ease.
“You really need it in your ass for the full
experience…” SG chimes in.
The new man agrees and heads to the shower. I fuck SG until he returns. (The young BF is now changing/finding a new
outfit.) The two men change places in
the sling.
“Go slowly,” he cautions. “You’re big…”
I eat out his muscle ass, still steaming from the hot
shower.
I stand up and sink into him. Easily.
All in one smooth movement. He
can’t believe it—and is thrilled. “Fuck me
as hard as you want.”
I do just that. Silver Goatee licks and tweaks the guy’s
nipples. Eventually, I pull out and
taste his hole again. He is a natural
luber—and delicious.
The young one has found his outfit and is ready for
the pool. This makes the man in the
sling tell me he better go, too. Off
they go, once again leaving the door open.
Silver Goatee hops in the sling. “I
think we should concentrate on dick, after all the hand work.”
I am happy to oblige.
I fuck. I eat…and can’t
stop. My tongue is working overtime in
his hole. He sighs, totally contented.
And suddenly I know I need to breed. I stand up and thrust into him just in
time. I fuck 3 or 4 strokes and give him
everything I have in my balls…
Here is a link.
I was surprised this was the 27th event. Midwest BearFest
I know I should be writing, but it’s a busy day here in Indiana. If you could be in this group, which person would you be? So many to choose from...
I will say that the last post of my breeding the hot
young man took off like crazy. The first
day, it doubled the usual number of hits to the blog. Yesterday it received five times the
number of hits. Today it is already at three
times the number of daily visitors.
I guess you liked it…
Indianapolis—December, 2024
I had the afternoon off on the first
Friday of the month. Last week, Friday
had been a very good day at the baths. I
packed a lunch for the drive home and got there right at noon. I wasn’t disappointed…
I am in the sauna, on the top bench. It is filled with men. Often that can mean no one touches anyone
else until it thins out. Not today. Hand jobs and blow jobs are happening with various
pairs of men. A pot-bellied guy, wearing
a fishing hat, is on me first. He’s
adequate, but gives up fast when I don’t shoot in four minutes. The man next to me, around my age and just as
thin, goes down on me from the side. He
likes my cock so much he moves to the lower bench for a better angle. He stops when he overheats.
The men are leaving the sauna. The word is that the steam room has been
fixed and is up and running. I go in,
leaving my towel behind on a hook. There
are maybe ten of us in here, I can’t quite tell. I have come in at the end of a cycle of
steam, so I only see shadowy figures. I
sit for a moment by the door, as it’s too crowded to get around the corner to
the back. The steam kicks in. Hands are everywhere. At least three men are stroking my chest, my
cock and my thighs. Now heads emerge
from the steam. One licks my nipples and
another sucks my cock. It is wonderfully
anonymous; I couldn’t possibly tell who is licking me. And I don’t care.
A hand comes out of the steam. It might be the guy who was licking my nipples—but I can’t tell. His hand goes
to the back of my head and he pulls me towards his rampant cock. I swallow him. He gasps.
The anonymous man on my cock pulls off it as I am now bent forward. But another man—or maybe it’s him—crawls on
the floor to come up to lick my balls, then my cock. For a brief moment I have a man on my dick, a
dick in my mouth, a cock in my left hand and another one slapping my shoulder.
And just as fast, they are gone into the swirling mists
of steam…
*
I am up in the big TV room, after dying myself off in
the sauna. It is almost as active. I sit and a series of three men come along
and try out my cock. None of them expect
a load. I barely have time to stroke
between mouths. The best one does my
balls as well.
A very handsome man with a long, thin dick is sitting
in the chair. He has gotten as much
attention as I have. Suddenly, we are
the only two left in the room. I get up and kneel in front of him. His long dick goes deep. I am very happy to be the sucker for a bit. He seems to like what I’m doing; he keeps
rubbing my head in encouragement.
The door opens.
A larger man with a shaved head, who I have sucked off in previous
visits, comes in. He watches—and soon he
is in the handsome man’s mouth (the first time I’d seen this handsome guy suck.) Soon the large guy and I trade—he kneels and
the handsome man gets a taste of me. For
at least 20 minutes, we have a round robin of sucking cock. Occasionally, we welcome a fourth cock into our
suckfest, but they rarely stay long. The
three of us are totally into each other.
Just once, I thought I was going to get a load out of long and thin, but
I don’t. We are all there just for the pleasure, not the release.
When we finally need to give our knees a break, I take
a tour of the rooms on that floor. Only
one has an open door. An incredibly hot
ass is on display. I go in, kneel and
pull apart the dark chocolate-colored cheeks.
He gasps as my tongue burrows into him.
I poke and prod and lick his hole open.
I stand up and grease up my cock.
My cock head touches his now wet hole.
“No! Fingers
first!” he demands. He’s more than ready
for my cock, but I do what he says.
First one, then two. He groans as
a third goes into him.
“Now your dick,” he instructs. I work it in easily. But he tells me to go slow. “A little at a time,” he moans. His ass has opened so easily he has swallowed
me to the root on the first stroke. I
say nothing; I just stand still. Finally,
I grind my pubes against his butt cheeks, as if I’d just gotten there.
I begin to stroke, slow and easy. “Slower!”
That would be not moving at all.
So I stop. I am finally given the
go ahead, but he is bent on walking me through how to fuck. I speed up a little. But that is too
much. I finally just pull out, slap his
gorgeous ass and leave.
I tour the facility once more. It is beginning to clear now that it is
almost 2 pm. I look for either of the
cocksuckers I’d played with for so long, but they are gone. I go down to the wet area. The mixed-race guy with the dyed hair is in
the shower. His eyes light up as he sees
me.
“You up for a fuck?” I ask.
“Always for you.”
My ego preens just a little. We agree to meet upstairs in the big TV room
as soon as he’s done.
I go up. He
joins me very fast, still slightly damp.
I sit in the chair that is low to the floor. He sprawls out in front of me, sucking me
cock effortlessly. He does my
balls. He instinctively knows that
tongue-between-ball-sack-and-cockring trick that I normally have to tell men
about. My cock is juicing like crazy as
he does it. His tongue mops me up—and he
goes back to doing it a little more, this time licking my perineum, too.
“Please fuck me!”
We change places.
His knees are on the arms of the chair, spreading his ass wide open. I
lick him. Hard and demanding. He keeps begging for my cock. But he loves my tongue. He gets hard as I eat his hole—but he refuses
to touch himself. I squeeze some precum
out of him and mop it on his fuckhole.
He groans. “Please, Daddy…”
I stand up and sink into him. He feels great. And he lets me fuck him the way I want. Today it’s hard and fast. I have never loaded him—and I want him to
take the seed I’ve been building up from my cumless visits this past week.
“Your cock feels so good. Even bigger…”
That makes the head swell some more. I pull out and eat his hole once more. Now he can’t help himself, he begins to jerk
his dick. I do a final spit on his
pucker and drill into him again.
“You want my load, man?”
“Oh, fuck…”
“Do you?”
“I’ve always wanted it.”
I fuck harder.
And faster.
“I really want to breed you this time…”
“Do it!”
And that does it.
My cock swells even more and I begin to fire a massive load into
him. The load I’ve not shot all week. I fire off spurt after spurt. His body trembles. I know I have given him an assgasm. I hold onto him, even tighter, as my last drops
of cum dribble into him.
I don’t move. I
can’t.
But I do. Eventually. I pull out.
He swivels around and cleans my dick.
I felch just a little—grabbing the cum trying to escape his ass. I come around to his head and we kiss,
sharing the cum I’ve just collected.
We break. Both
panting.
“I swear I could feel every spurt,” he breathes.
“That was just what I needed,” I murmur.
“You can breed my hole anytime…”
