"You're Tasting Some Guy's Ass..."

 Near Home—January, 2025

 After the great sex with Joseph’s furry butt, spelled out in the last post, you would have thought I would be satisfied.  But it just made me want more.  So, off I went to the bookstore, that Friday afternoon...

 

There are six men here; I make seven.  I sit and open my fly.  The couple who come here to watch the other suck cock are sitting at opposite ends of the room.  The one with the shaved head is on me the moment I’m fully hard.  He is good, but his mild-mannered partner is even better.  The moment the shaved head man gets up, the partner is there to take me to the root effortlessly.  Both know I am not likely to shoot and are fine with that.  They love the feel of a big dick in their mouth and throat, so much so, Shaved Head comes back for round two.

The couple leaves, having likely sampled every man in the room but the one who won’t unzip.  Four of us stroke to the porn.  The other guy, with his hands over his crotch, falls asleep.  Eventually, I get up and suck a man around my age.  It’s a smallish cock.  My tongue works all over him.  He likes my mouth and gives me a load.

As I get up, the door opens.  It’s the guy who shoots in 15 seconds.  He sees me, comes over, bares his cock, takes a hit of poppers and, in 15 seconds, I have a big load of jizz in my mouth.

He leaves. 

I stroke.

The men change as we move to late afternoon.  The top who is always on his phone gets off it and actually fucks the Mexican who never cleans out.  I am surprised.  By both actions.

There is also an appearance from Nine Inch Stroker.  He shows off for about 20 minutes and leaves.

And it peters out…guys leave…and so do I.

 

Near Home—January, 2025

The next day I had scheduled Keith in the playroom.  You will remember him from these pages—most likely from the time when I included Tall Top and Tim in the mix—and then again when the same foursome was at Keith’s house, doing it all over again.

He sent me a text that morning. Before I looked at it, I braced myself for a cancellation.  He wrote that he wanted to be fucked in public.  Could we try that bookstore I’d mentioned to him?  I said sure and gave him the address…

 

I walk in.  The feeling is much cruiser today.  The couple is here again, too, working the room.  I let Shaved Head warm me up.  The tall Blond who loses control when he takes poppers is here.  He begs me to fuck him.  I tell him I’m waiting for a friend.  He doesn’t believe me, but at that moment Keith walks in.  Just like me, he’s wearing clothes he doesn’t care about.  He looks hot, even in ripped jeans and a black hoodie.  Guys around the room are envious as he makes a beeline to my exposed dick, kneels and takes me in his mouth.  He sucks me.  Making noises of pleasure.  Showing off.  Taking me to the root so his handsome face is pressed into my pubes.

I tell Keith to get undressed.  He does, naked but for the running shoes he slips back on.  He kneels on the chair.  I go to the floor and eat his ass.  He moans. One of the spectators stands up to get a better look at us.  I slurp and spit, before I stand up.  My wet cock slaps Keith’s hot butt.

“Fuck him with that big dick,” the spectator whispers.  I nod to him and poke my wet helmet head into Keith.  He groans.  I inch into his ass.  Slowly.  Until I am all the way in.  Keith pants.  His ass relaxes—and I begin to fuck.  With the position we are in, my hips slap his ass, making a lot of noise. 

Tall Blond stands up and comes over to watch the fuck.  He jerks his hard dick.  “I wish that was me…” 

“Stick your cock in his mouth,” I snap.  I don’t expect him to do it, but he does.  Now Keith has two dicks in him.  He’s got just what he wanted.  He fucks back on my cock as he swallows Tall Blond to the root.

I pull out of him and eat his hole again.  Tall Blond heads to the restroom.  I wonder if he’s shot, but I don’t pause to find out.  I eat the freshly fucked hole.  Keith moans, deep in his throat.  I spit one last time into his hole and stand up.  I slide in again.

This time, it is Shaved Head who gets his cock sucked as I fuck.  I am pleased the shy partner stands up, comes closer and gropes himself as he sees Keith work on his man’s meat.  I slap Keith’s ass, the sound filling the smallish room.

We take a break.  Keith sits back in the chair next to me, a little winded.  His phone goes off.  He scrambles for it, in the pile of clothes in the next chair.  He answers it and takes it, still naked, to the bathroom that is in this space.

A few minutes later, he comes back and gets dressed.  A work emergency.  He needs to leave.  We are both disappointed.  He gives my shoulder a squeeze and takes off.

I stay in my chair, my cock out.  I stroke to the nastier straight porn. 

The door opens.  A man of around the same build and type as Keith walks in, wearing a similar black hoodie.  He comes straight for my cock.  I know it isn’t Keith, but the man looks like the rough trade version of him.  A man who’s lived a harder life.  He goes to his knees and sucks my cock.  He’s great.  And he can’t get enough of it.  He unzips and takes out a fat slab of meat to stroke as he sucks.

The man comes up for air.  “You taste so good,” he grates out.

Tall Blond, sitting a chair away, says, “You’re tasting some guy’s ass on his dick!”

Instead of getting upset, the guy moans and swallows me down again.  He loves the idea.  Or the flavor.  Or both.  I know how good Keith’s hole tastes, so I can only agree.  Suddenly the new man stands up and his cock erupts.  He shoots his huge load on the floor.  He crams his still dripping dick into his pants and takes off.

Things quiet down.  I stroke.

A regular I have known for years comes in.  I haven’t seen him in this new space.  We chat.  We exchange blow jobs.  He gives me his watery load, never getting fully hard.

Now I want to fuck again—and the only man there looking for that is the Tall Blond.  He’s an asshole, but I might as well make his day.

“You want my load in your ass?” I ask him.

His response is to drop his pants and bend over.  I don’t rim him.  I just re-grease my cock and push in.

“Fuck, yes, stud.  Breed me!”

I begin to pump.  “You really want it?”

“You know I do…”

I fuck harder.  “Squeeze down on me!” 

He’s gone very slack.  He begins to milk the invading dick.  And moan, huffing poppers.

I slow down.  Long strokes.  Almost all the way out before slamming back into him.

“Use my fuckin’ ass…”

“Want my cum?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Say it!”  I am in full Dom mode with this guy.

“I want your cum in my ass.  Fill me up.”  And the afterthought: “Sir!”

That does it.  I begin to fire into his ass.  Blast after blast…