"No Condom For Me!"

 Near Home—May, 2025

After the Fornication party, I walked back to my car elated.  I was in a terrific mood and the sex, rather than tiring me, energized me.  I drove back to Michigan.  Three hours of re-living the men I had just fucked.  I fell into bed and that’s when sleep hit me.  I barely stirred all night.

I deliberately didn’t do anything sexual for a couple of days.  I needed to let things settle.  I did mundane things like the dentist.  And laundry.  I reported selected details about my IML adventures to my brother.  Otherwise, I ate and read and slept. 

But by Friday, after three days of nothing to do with him, my dick woke me up with a raging hard on and the clear message he was ready for another outing.  I did morning chores, ate lunch early and ventured back to my usual bookstore that afternoon…

 

The parking lot is all but empty.  Friday afternoons have been a good day in the past.  I decide that maybe I’m early.  I go in.  There are two men here.  One, in a ball cap, nods to me.  The other, on his phone, never looks up.  Ever.  I nod back to the guy who, in the dim light, looks to be late 30’s.  He’s kept in shape, too.

I sit in my usual chair and pull out my hardening cock.  I stroke to the porn.  Ball Cap decides to take out his dick, too.  His hand covers his dick, as he beats it.

The door opens.  Gym Dude, the guy who can take such a tremendous throat fucking, comes in.  He sees me and sits down right next to me.  He takes out his thick cock and his right hand gets busy, but his left hand is now stroking me.  Ball Cap is not discouraged.  He is stimulated to stroke faster.

Gym Dude’s hand feels good.  But I want his mouth.  And say so.  He reminds me he can’t kneel—so I stand up.  I slap his face with my wet cock.  Ball Cap is galvanized into beating his own meat at an even faster tempo.  I plunge into Gym Dude’s slightly open mouth.  I make him take my entire length on the first stroke.  He chokes (on purpose) squeezing my dick deep in his throat.  I pull back, keeping my dripping head in his mouth.  His tongue is all over me. 

I let him take charge.  He licks.  He pulls off my cock and spits on it and tongues up all that saliva.  He takes me to the root again.  I fuck the last quarter inch into him.  This time he chokes and he’s not doing it on purpose.  I give him air—and let him continue to pleasure himself on my cock—right along with all the pleasure he’s giving me.

Now, I close my eyes and let him work.  Almost without realizing it, I begin a slow pump into his mouth.  He ovals big.  When I realize what I’m doing, I grab the sides of his head and begin a blistering throat fuck.  When I finally pull out, I am rewarded with long, thick stands of spittle connecting his mouth and my cock.  I wrap them around my shaft and push into his mouth again.  After another throat attack, he asks for a break.

I sit down.  I use his spit as lube and stroke.  He digs for his phone.  He flips through it and shows me a picture. 

Well, fuck.  How had I missed this??  Gym Dude is the guy who brought his girlfriend into the old theatre set up and dared her to see if I would fit inside her.  (I did, though a tight fit.) His new, more active dealings with men, totally clouded that connection for me.  But here he is showing me his cock inside her—and telling me he wants the three of us together again.

He shows me more, very explicit pics.  The best is a massive load covering the young woman’s privates.  “This big guy shot all over her after the fuck and made me clean her up,” he whispers.  His cock is fully erect and quivering.  With barely a moment for the change of thought, he says “I am so horny today—will you fuck me?”

I nod.  He reminds me he wants it covered.  That’s fine by me as I am guessing he wouldn’t clean out for an impromptu visit here.  I rubber up as he strips.  “Don’t stop, even if I beg you to, until I’ve shot.”

I agree and lube the Magnum.  He bends, hands on the chair seat, jutting his hairy ass in my direction.  I split open his pucker.  He’s tight—but he takes it.  The moment I’m in him his cock gets rock hard.  He begins beating it.  Twice as fast I’m stroking into him.

It won’t take long.  He is breathing fast.  “I can’t take it!” he moans.  I push into him harder—and be blasts his load all over the floor.  He twists his hips off of me—just as I’m pulling out.  He is panting and trying to catch his breath.  I look down and am thrilled I had a condom on.  I peel it off carefully—no mess on me, but I go wash anyway.

He is dressed and waiting for the restroom as I come out.  He pats my shoulder, goes in and locks the door.

I sit back down.

The guy on his phone is still on it.  Did he ever look up?  I doubt it.  He may not have cared, but Ball Cap is excited.  He comes over and sits in the chair vacated by Gym Dude.

“You really love to fuck,” he whispers.

“I do.”

I can see him better now.  He is certainly not in his 30’s as I thought earlier when he was across the dark room, but likely a very well preserved 50.  

He stops stroking his fairly average dick.  “Do you have the energy to fuck me, too?”

“I do.”

“And no condom for me—I know how to clean.”

“Even better…”

We aren’t wasting time. The guy is on his feet and stripping.  He’s in good shape.  He bends; his smooth butt offers a nice change.  I surprise him with some rimming.

“Damn, that feels good…”

He jerks a little more but stops himself as I stand up.  I am lubed and ready.  I slide in.  This guy is talented.  He squeezes down on me in welcome and lets up so I can thrust in ease.  He pants.  He does poppers and begins to jerk himself again as I begin to fuck.  His ass is milking me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.  “Fuck me.”

I slap his ass in appreciation.  He groans again.  I am actually pretty close his ass is so accommodating.

“I want to feel you shoot,” he moans.

I fuck harder.

“When did you cum last?” he murmurs.

“Monday…”

“Yummm…a three-day load…”

I pick up the pace some more.  His being so verbal is really doing it for me.

“Give me the load he didn’t want,” he hisses.

That does it.  I am firing into him.  Spurt after spurt.  I hold his smooth hips a long time, emptying my balls deep in his ass.  I pull out slowly, enchanted by the trickle of cum that begins to ooze from his once tight pucker…