You Want to Lick my Hole, Don’t You?

 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…