His First Rimjob

 Jackson—March, 2025

The day after breeding Julian, I was still up for sex.  The second Saturday of the month had become an advertised play party at the bookstore with all the different screens, gloryholes and the medical table.  Men came from all over southwest Michigan.  I wanted to go there again.  So I packed my lunch and hit the road…

 

The parking lot is full.  And muddy.  I finally find a space and go in.  At the door, who do I meet but the cock sucking couple.  They have driven even farther than I have to be here.  We all go in together and buy our tickets.  I open the door to the lounge for them.

It’s dark.  There are men everywhere.  The crowd near the door parts to let us come in.  I go towards the front and the couple head the other way.  The glory hole booths all have closed doors.  Men are on the slurp ramp being serviced by the men locked inside.  Two of the cabanas have the curtains drawn and the sounds of sex fill the room. The chair I often sit in has a bear in it being serviced by the Choker.  I sit in the chair next to them, haul out my cock and watch the Choker do what he does best.

When he takes a breather from the Bear, the Choker nods to me, but goes off for fresh meat.  I am surprised when the handsome bear is the one on his knees giving me some great head.  His mouth is all over my shaft and balls, with some really nice tongue work.  He has stripped to wearing nothing but shoes and a tee-shirt.  I like watching his hairy ass as he kneels in front of me, more on all fours than just on his knees.  He slows down when he realizes I’m not going to shoot and wanders off, leaving his clothes under the chair.

A short guy finds my wet dick.  He sucks me, but keeps telling me how much his wife would like my thick cock inside her.  And he would eat my load out of her.  I go ahead and give him my number (but he has never followed through.)

Shaved Head, without his partner in tow, finds me next.  He gives me a quick suck before heading off to find men he doesn’t know.

I wander to the back, where the medical table sits, unoccupied.  But there is an oral threeway happening.  I stand to the side and a mouth soon finds me.  Now it’s a fourway.  And soon five.  All around my age.  All versatile and love getting sucked as much as having a cock in their mouth.  We kneel. We stand.  We bend to the man sitting in the lone chair.  It’s fun—no one trying to get a load—just the thrill of going from cock to cock.

The group suddenly evoporates, almost as if someone threw a switch.  I bend down to get my water bottle. 

“Damn!”

It’s a young man with a long beard.  He seemingly has just arrived and is cock hungry.  I lean against the wall and invite him to suck me.  He does.  He jerks his own very tiny dick as he sucks me.  His beard feels terrific on my balls.  He takes me to the root—and he cums, shooting between my boots.  He happily takes off.

Only then do I notice the bear who gave me head earlier.  He is leaning the on the wall opposite me and has been stroking to the bearded guy sucking my cock.

“I should return the favor,” I tell him as I kneel.  I take him in my mouth.  He likes my tongue work.  I keep examining his piss slit with it and it is driving him crazy.  I move to his balls.  He groans. 

“Get back on my dick, I want to shoot.”

I go up and take my fist load of the day.  He shoots big.  The jizz pools on my tongue before I swallow.  I clean him up…

*

As I come back into the main room, I see that all three of the glory hole booths still have closed doors.  There is only one man on the slurp ramp getting head from the mouth in the middle booth.  I stick my dick through the first hole.  I wait.  Nothing.  From the sounds I hear through the plywood, guys are using it for sex, not to suck at the hole.  I move past the guy in the middle.  It’s the same with the third hole.  No action.

I find a mouth by feeding a man on the couch at the end of the ramp.  He is sitting there, so he has to be passed by every man who exits the slurp ramp.  I let him suck me.  Another man with a hard dick joins us.  As his mouth leaves me for the new cock, I continue to wander.

Then I see him.  He is the most handsome man in the room.  And knows it.  Likely 50.  In better clothes than any of us.  Rugged good looks and a full head of dark hair.  And a dick that is the twin of mine.  The Choker is on his knees in front of him—all but begging for a taste.  The guy ignores him.  The handsome guy sees me across the room.  He comes over.

“You have a big dick,” he says.  He’s even better looking up close.

“I’d say we have an even match.” 

He smirks.  “You suck?”

“Sure.”  I start for my knees, but he stops me.

“Not here.”  He leads me to a cabana.  I get on my knees and have the first taste of this fat dick.  I have to really watch my teeth.  Guys keep drawing back the curtain to watch us.  This infuriates him.  “Let’s move.”

He leads me to an open glory hole booth.  We go in.  I’m not a fan of using them for other than their purpose, but I’m willing to make an exception today.  I go to my knees.  He pushes his pants down to his knees.  I suck.  He relaxes.  His cock starts to juice up.  My tongue is very busy.

He begins to talk.  About his wife and grown kids.  About how handsome his son is.  About seeing his dad naked—and vice versa.  How his dad was pleased he’d given his son his big dick.

Then a question to me: “Have you ever fucked a guy?”

“Sure.”  I go to work on his hairy balls.

“I couldn’t do that.  To fuck him in the ass.  A guy once asked to fuck me.  I nearly belted him.”  I deliberately let a finger of my left hand touch the crack of his ass.  He keeps talking.  My finger finds the outside of his pucker and massages it.

“Now that feels good,” he mutters.

I pull off his dick. “Has a guy every licked your ass?”

“Naw…”

“There are so many nerve endings there, it feels incredible…”  I go back to sucking his cock. 

And the seed is sown.  He stops talking.  And thinks.  His dick gets still harder deep in my mouth.

Finally: “Do you do that?”

“Yes.  I lick the ass of almost every man I fuck.”  I let that settle and go back to work on his dripping cock.  “I don’t get fucked, but I let guys eat me out if they like eating ass.  It feels great.”

I deep throat him.  He pants and pulls out of me.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pauses.  I look up, never leaving my knees.  I see the thought process on his face.  “I’ll try it.”

My hands go to his hips and turn him so his ass is in front of me.  “Lean on the wall and jut your ass out at me.”  His hairless butt is still in great shape.  The only hair on it is in his crack—and quite a bit ringing his hole.  My tongue dives in, running up and down his crack.  Up and down. Down and up. Up…

He pants in surprise.  “Damn…”

My tongue burrows into his pucker.  He squirms.  Then he grabs his cock.  “Yessss…” he croons.  “I like that.”  I am now tongue fucking him.  I knock his hand away from his cock.  I want this to last a bit.  I plunge in and out.  “Oh, God…Take me…”

He spins around and shoves his cock back in my mouth.  He shoots.  It feels like it will never stop.  I swallow and swallow.  I lick him clean.  He becomes embarrassed.  He barely says a word as he pulls up his pants and leaves the cubicle.

I find the Choker.  “Did you just suck off the Model?”

“You mean that good looking guy?  I did.  And I got his load.”

“Fucker,” he says good naturedly.

“And I gave him his first ass eating.”

“Now I hate you…”

“Don’t say that,” I smirk.  “Or you can’t have my piss.”

The Choker, in the middle of the room, with men milling everywhere around us, goes to his knees.  I feed him piss right there, knowing he will never spill a drop…